A Day in the Pirate World

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Half an hour later, the two little guys threw the wooden knives that were shortened by two on the ground at the same time, wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

Squatted on the ground.

"Is this the strength of Jianhao? It's unimaginably strong."

Liv gasped and asked Mawson, although she was exhausted, she looked excited.

The teachers who usually teach them swordsmanship don't have this strength, but the teachers' teaching ability is really good.

It is evident from their deep foundation.

Wenster felt a little unlovable, his brother must be fake, right?

It's a little too obvious that you're biased.

Why are you attacking me all the time, Liv over there, you just clicked.

Also, the gap seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

Wenster didn't answer Liv's words, gave her a roll of eyes and let him experience it for himself.

Liv stuck out her tongue embarrassedly at Wenster, turned her head and said to Mo Sen, "Mr. Mo Sen is really a gentleman, and a good brother who loves his younger brother."

Winster: ? ? ?

Where do you see him as a gentleman, and where do you see him as a good brother?

Haven't you seen the bruised face that I've been educated about?

The boat of friendship is overturned!

Mawson was in a good mood. He looked at Wenster, and then at Liv.

More eyes, more talk.

It will be a sister after that.

With a calm smile, Mo Sen said modestly: "As an older brother, of course, you have to be concerned about your younger brother from time to time." Then he turned to Wensite and asked, "Are you right, my dear younger brother."

The corners of Wenster's mouth twitched, and I watched your performance without speaking.

"Okay, let's talk about business." Mo Sen finally remembered the purpose of his coming.

"This department has assigned me a house, Wenst, and I won't have to live on campus in the future. You can pack up your belongings later and go back with me."

Sure enough, Wenster was a little surprised. It was a blessing to have a home in the Navy Headquarters.

A look of envy flashed in Liv's eyes next to her, and she was a little disappointed.

"Of course Liv can also come with us later. You can often come to visit Wenst to play in the future. You must know that my cooking skills are very good." Mawson said to Liv with a smile.

Wenster finally had a friend, and Mawson didn't want to be so estranged.

Liv was pleasantly surprised when she heard this: "Really? ... Thank you so much, Mr. Mawson!"

"Don't always be called Mr. Mister. If you don't mind, just call him brother like Winster."

"Yes, Mr. Mawson... Big Brother Mawson."

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In fact, there is not much to clean up in itself, and there is not much for a child.

Wensite simply packs it all in one bag. There is a full set of bedding and toiletries at home, which can all be thrown away, mainly some clothes and the like.

Regardless of past life or present life, Mo Sen has never treated himself badly in life after the conditions, and of course he will not treat his brother badly.

After cleaning up, Mo Sen returned with the two little guys who changed into new clothes after washing.

I just didn't expect that as soon as I walked out of the school gate, I met an old man with a fierce face in a brigadier general uniform and stopped in front of him.

"You're the Mawson kid, the new colonel?"

The old man held a new newspaper in his hand, and the first page was the charmingly smiling Mawson.

Holding the newspaper into a ball of paper, the old man grinned and said contemptuously, "Apart from looking good, it's not that good! Warring States' eyes are really bad."

Chapter 66 I gave you face

Mo Sen frowned, looking at the old man whose hair had faded and turned white.

He was hurriedly stopped, and obviously had a lot of hostility, so naturally he wouldn't be nice.

Learning from the tone of the yellow monkey, he poked his ear with a little finger and said, "Who are you, uncle? Your aura is really scary."

I haven't seen you before, do you mean to hit me as soon as you come up?

Just kidding, who do you think you are.

This brigadier general was Brigadier General Moto Risti at the bar last night. He had been chasing a group of pirates and fled to the new world by those people.

Just yesterday, I just returned to the headquarters to rest, so I went to the bar he frequented.

As a sixty-year-old old man who was alone and had few friends, there was nowhere to relax except a bar.

He just didn't expect to hear the news just after drinking a few drinks. He was in a bad mood, thinking that it took more than ten years for him to be promoted to a brigadier general.