"Dong."

The deputy captain's body seemed to be stiff in an instant. He fell backwards, and his head hit the deck, making a very straightforward collision.

This is a very cruel fact for him, but the combat effectiveness, victory or defeat, and even life and death are completely different concepts, and the degree of connection between them is not as close as usual.

"cough!"

Qiubai reached out and rubbed his neck, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, fortunately his throat was probably not crushed.

Then he held his left hand and retrieved the long sword inserted on the boat board. Then he walked forward to the deputy captain's side, and then bent down slightly.

His right middle finger and index finger were put together, and then he used those two fingers to go around the deputy captain's pale teeth and reached into his black and blood-squirting mouth. Then he raised it slightly, and his fingers and palms stuck the upper jaw of the "big man".

Qiubai stood up and walked forward again. The deputy captain's upper body was hanging in the air and the lower body was on the ground... It seemed like Qiubai was "dragging" with the other party's upper front teeth.

And in fact, that's the truth.

This is not a very difficult task, because the blood before condensation is also a kind of lubricant for reducing friction.

From beginning to end, Qiubai never stopped. The difference is that he is now and before, with a sword behind him and a person holding his right hand.

I have to admit that Qiubai is a pirate.

He was as cold as a piece of ice that could never melt.

He was as hot as a rolling stream of red rocks.
Chapter completed!