Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

No one can stop Qiubai from running to the sea, in theory.

Although he can't be said to be nervous, in fact, there is a trace of madness hidden in his bones... or several traces of madness.

Personal thinking is gathered into community ideas, community ideas are integrated into social consciousness, and social consciousness turns over and limits personal thinking. This is a very simple and inevitable thing.

In that restricted situation, the expression of personal personality is incomplete. Of course, there is nothing wrong with this. After all, everyone should be restricted by some collectively recognized rules, which is a broad-level protection mechanism.

But for Qiu Bai now, the completely different life has almost disappeared... so his true "self" has awakened.

No one can tell what is hidden in their hearts in a stable environment. Qiubai is like this. After coming here, he suddenly had the idea of ​​"Oh, it turns out that I am such a person."

So he was so calm that he had been like the robbers before... He didn't know that he would be so calm before he had experienced it.

This is a god who yearns for tossing and has begun to tossing with his life.

It is precisely because of this that after a short period of time on the island, Qiubai drove a small boat again.

At this time, the sea surface was very calm again. The sea scene with unclear directions was indeed confusing, which in turn evokes some memories of the past.

Especially those impressive things I just experienced.

Qiubai still believes that he has a "mortal heart". The importance of many things is not measured by the time of existence. Short-term interaction will also leave a deep impression.

Recalling the past just now, it must be considered an important stage in his life. All these things made Qiubai unable to help but be sad and unable to control himself. He even murmured unconsciously:

"The first day when the Caesar was gone, think about it..."

Think of it...

it……

Ryuma is a little bit ahead. Now Qiubai misses his Caesar, and there is a painful and happy fact that... Like Ryuma, the Caesar has become a past tense.

To be honest, no one can stop Qiubai from running to the sea, but overturning his ship is easy.

The story is like this. After sailing from Baron Port for half a day, Qiubai and Ain encountered a hail... But hail in the New World cannot be called hail. Hail is actually another way to go down an iceberg.

Ice weighing less than 50 tons is embarrassed to emerge from the clouds at all.

In this devastating weather blow, the Caesar rides the wind and waves and overcomes all obstacles.

But it has no sensitivity and speed.

Qiubai has good sailing skills and struggles tenaciously...

But he had no luck.

So after successfully avoiding the first attack, they were smashed by the second "hail" that fell from the sky.

Even though there was only half of the boat left, Qiubai did not give up. He even clenched his fists and said "Just let my father" to the broken boat without shame in language that did not belong to this world...

In the end, his shameless sincerity and coquettishness still worked, or moved, or disgusted God, or the hailstorm stopped.

...Two hours after the Caesar was destroyed only one mast was left.

So in the final analysis, this is Qiubai’s fault. Why should I name the sea boat after the orangutan? If I call it the “Blue Whale”, it will never capsize unless it sinks itself.

What a similar scene when it was the last time? But Qiubai will never name the stick left by Caesar this time.

"What should I do next? I can't return to Balong Island by recording the pointer." Ain couldn't speak clearly, but if I wanted to use a word to accurately describe it, there was something very suitable... This is called "discarding therapy".

This location is not very far from Balong Island, but it is definitely not close. However, after losing the ship, it seems that returning to Balong is the only option.

But the problem is that the only record pointer has pointed to the next island, and they have lost the position of Baron.

"Don't worry, Ain, do you know what passengers who survived the plane crash should do?" Qiubai was not worried.

Although he had a batch of sailing skills, this was related to talent and did not mean how weak his ability to survive at sea was. Or it should be said that he realized that he would capsize at any time that he tried hard to pile up all his skills to this kind of survival ability.

How open-minded this person’s idea is, but it just makes people want to cry.

"have no idea."

Ain didn't even know what the plane was, and she didn't want to know.

“…”

"I mean, we don't have to go back to Baron. Staying here and staying still is the best emergency measure. Sooner or later we will be saved."

Judging from the chart, they are still on the route, and it is a very busy route, and there will never be few ships passing by, so the chances of two people who died and being saved are not small.

The remaining question is when we can be saved.

"Then I want to remind you that we have almost lost all the fresh water and food, and we can't last long."

As Ain said, she pursed her lips, she felt a little thirsty.

"Don't worry, we have rescued the money?"

When the Caesar sinks, it may have been a subconscious action caused by the psychological shadow left by the poor in his previous life, Qiubai stayed with the remaining about 200,000 Bailey.

It was obvious that I should have brought something more important at that time.

"What's the use of money?"

Money is useful most of the time, unless there is no place to spend money somewhere.

"No, in fact, even in this kind of bird place, money is useful." Qiubai emphasized.

And it seemed to be to verify his words, something flew over at a limited height.

Seeing the flying object, Qiu Bai first whistled a loud whistle, then stretched out his two fingers to pick up a gold coin, and then raised it high.

Birds are naturally present, and this is a bird that recognizes money - the legendary "small expert in selling newspapers", news birds.

News bird is a bird dedicated to sending real-time news newspapers to sea. It has super cruising ability, can travel through various harsh weather, and its IQ is also a fighter among birds. Therefore, it also has real-time trafficking capabilities and can even understand human language in a certain sense.

So after seeing Qiubai's movements, the news bird fell on the mast in front of him after he hovered for a few times... If someone wanted to buy a newspaper, it would sell it. No one had any regulations that those who were in the sea would not care about the general trend of the world, right?

Then, Qiubai threw the gold coin into the special storage bag hanging on the chest of the newsbird, but his hand did not reach the newspaper, but moved upward to the slender and beautiful neck of the newsbird.

then……

"Click."

He's clicking.

Looking at the news, the bird's neck has been folded in half... To correct it, it also has the function of storing grain, so Qiubai's theory is correct. In this kind of place, money can also be used as bait for fishing.

There was also a sense of skill in his movements. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done this job - Qiu Bai's ability to survive on the sea was at least level nine.

"Is it thirsty? I just got a bright red drink."

It can be imagined that this bright red drink tastes absolutely not very good, but considering that Ain has eaten the devil fruit, she should accept the little red drink, just drink it as herbal tea.

"Where are you?" Ain asked back.

"I'll wait for the next wave."

The world's journalism industry still needs to continue to lose property, but it doesn't matter. They have so many birds that Qiubai can't finish eating, so they just treat it as depreciation.

"No, no need, I'll wait for the next wave."

Ain refused to sell the red drinks she got from being honest. She was not disgusted with, but...
Chapter completed!