Edward coughed, "The taste of jade...the jade plum wine is more suitable for girls."

He originally planned to break the matter and fooled it a few words to relieve the situation, but instantly, considering that Earl Shiman's mouth that could have a wonderful reaction at any time, he suddenly felt cold sweat on his back and hesitated for a moment.

In addition to being rich, this Earl of Shiman also has several strange characteristics.

For example, all friends who call him brothers will be in trouble. No matter who he pulls to do whatever he wants, they will eventually fall into a terrifying situation.

This is already dangerous enough, but what is even more dangerous is that when facing girls, he will suddenly awaken his poisonous tongue attribute, and his danger is the top three in Yonglan.

Speaking of which, Earl Shiman has an outstanding appearance, cheerful personality, and generous personality. He should have many friends, but there are only a few people who have had friendship with him over the years, and there is also a person who is forced to be helpless and unable to be inseparable from the first time. It is difficult for others to have a true friendship with him except for the first time meeting.

At this time, Earl Shiman looked joking, and the words "Take a Death" were written on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Edward quietly set his sight on Yang Yuying.

Perhaps if you don’t know this person’s identity, you can still have the effect of not being surprised by those who don’t know it?

Furthermore, Yuyingjun suddenly left Moonlight Island and was not on her own boat, but sat on the Rose and came with the dancers. There must be her reason.

Maybe Yuyingjun doesn’t want to reveal her identity?

Grand Duke Edward thought a little, but his thoughts were actually only a moment.

Yang Yuying looked calm as usual, and her slender fingers were spinning on the beautiful crystal cup: "Do you want me to feed you?"

She smiled, Edward's heart thumped and thumped, cold sweat on his forehead whizzing out, and he pulled Ximan's sleeve desperately. Earl Ximan was so drunk that he didn't drink much, and reached out and patted Edward on the shoulder: "Brother, your skin is too thin, oh, I understand, do you also think that among a group of vulgar fans, the only beauties can be seen? Okay, let it be."

He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Yang Yuying who was smiling, and pointed his chin in the direction of Edward: "Miss, is this Mr. Sven in front of me not an ordinary rich man, in Yonglan? I don't know how many noble girls want to get his favor? If you make him happy, maybe..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Edward covered his mouth? He coughed so hard that his tears burst out.

He quickly wiped his face hard? Sighing, he really didn't dare to continue hiding Yu Yingjun's identity? If he kept hiding it, he might be scaring himself to death.

"Stop talking."

Edward smiled bitterly? “Shiman, you unlucky guy…”

A word came out? The boat suddenly shook.

With a click, the connecting bridge of Edward's fleet cracked halfway from the middle, leaving only two thin lines barely leading. Suddenly a strong wind blew through? The whole ship could not withstand the wind and waves like a small canoe? It was shaking.

In an instant, the table and chairs swayed, the cups and plates fell to the ground, and the hot soup was thrown everywhere with the wine.

The guests stumbled and exclaimed.

Edward fell to the ground after a moment of slitting out, and he bumped into the back of his head. He burst into tears this time.

Ximan was almost thrown out, holding Zhuzi tightly and not letting go.

"Edward? What's going on with your boat?"

Ximan grinned in pain, "No? What happened? There is an enemy, it's impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream? What was the whole dancer dragged his body by the boat? He flew backwards and plopped into the sea.

"Who are you doing!"

In a blink of an eye, it turned from a natural disaster to a man-made disaster.

The guests singing and dancing on several large ships around stopped to joke, and they all turned their heads to stare at Edward and Heeman's ships with expressionless expressions.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Some people walked to the side of the boat with great strides and suddenly jumped up. In an instant, they had arrived in front of them. Wherever they passed, the light of swords flashed and blood flowed.

A strong smell of blood hits the face.

The dancers on the Rose and other normal guests on the boat were so scared that their faces were pale, screaming, vomiting, and messy, making a mess of words, almost scared to know what they were calling.

Grand Duke Edward also looked confused and looked back at the butler.

The housekeeper and others were even more at a loss, their eyes fell on the broken connection bridge, and they were about to cry without tears.

As a royal family, Edward was all elites. He completed the contact work simply and beautifully. He built the ship pickup device at a fast and good speed. At that time, the crew members on other ships were deeply admired.

This matter is simple, but in fact, so many boats gather together are not enough to be set up casually. You need to investigate who is participating in the boat meeting and whether it is safe.

Other ships also need to undergo some safety review.

When you go out and meet in the ocean, it is romantic. But unless you know the truth, who knows whether someone is ill-intentioned?

In short, although the boat club is a traditional program at sea, it looks relaxed and comfortable, and everyone gathers together. In fact, the security check work was absolutely in place before the gathering.

Edward is experienced and he thinks he will not have any omissions. He has never been worried about safety issues.

Now it seems...

Where is it safe? He was clearly sent to the pockets of various "demons and monsters".

Everything happens only in an instant.

Edward had no time to sort out his thoughts when he saw Ximan being kicked in the stomach by a black cloak, and slid onto him with a bang. Under the impact of the huge force, his mind buzzed, almost vomiting blood.

Ximan's face was full of horror: "No, no...not human!"

At that moment, he saw the green blood vessels on the black cloak's face.

Now, Ximan's whole body trembled and he really began to be afraid.

The two black cloaks were fast, and they arrived in front of Edward in a blink of an eye. Edward even smelled a strange fishy smell, dizzy and weak all over. The moment the black cloak reached out to grab him, a golden light suddenly wrapped around him and Ximan's waists, and the two of them flew towards the guardrail.

Edward turned back in the wind: "Daivin!"

Dai Wen stood on the second floor deck, his ink robe shattered, his hands half-lifted, golden light flew out of his hands, and the other end was tied to Edward and Heeman.

He slowly withdrew his hand, turned into a net, grabbed two black cloaks, and threw them into the sea.

Jason stood behind him, holding an ordinary knight's sword in his hand, so fast that he could not see clearly how Jason took action. He only vaguely saw his shoulders moving, and the black cloak that rushed over was divided into two sections and fell off the boat.

Not only the black cloak, but many guests who were acquainted or familiar with each other fell under Jason's sword.

As time passed, Jason's movements slowed down. Edward could finally see his appearance clearly. His slender body was nailed firmly on the deck like a nail, and his whole body was like a mountain, still moving.

His sword swinging movements were clean and beautiful, not a fixed move, but just countering each other, and it seemed that he would not waste any effort.

It seems that these two people have an absolute advantage, but in fact, the situation is not good.

Blood flowed from Dai Wen's mouth and nose.

As for Jason, he seemed to be poisoned, and the poison was a bit scary, with blue-black patterns spreading on his handsome face.

Edward himself was not skilled in martial arts, and he could not fight, but his observation ability was different from that of ordinary people. Even if Jason looked very brave and motionless now, he could feel the weakness of this person in his eyes. It was a kind of collapse from the inside out. His breathing became weak and heavy, and his original huge power was constantly decaying.

A little bit of a problem arose in his heart. Dai Wen staggered, took a few steps back, stood back to back with Jason, and bent down for a while and panted.

Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down and their whole body trembled.

Seven or eight black cloaks and a group of guests had climbed onto the deck.

Edward couldn't help but recite the scriptures and prayed in a low voice: "May the gods bless them, and may the gods bless them!"

Earl Shiman was sweating all over, and he yelled with a terrifying look on his face: "You still care about them, what should we do?"

With the heavy footsteps, two black cloaks walked step by step.

Ximan stared at the knife-like thing exposed under the cloak, which was more than one meter long and black. He threw a chair over and saw that the moment the chair hit the blade, it actually cracked and shattered, turning into pieces of wood and scattered.

“…”

In the blink of an eye, the smell on the black cloak lingered in his nose. Ximan felt chills, as if he was bleeding, but it seemed different. His head suddenly hurt and felt a knife stirring in his mind.

I'm going to die!

Shiman had never had such close contact with death.

From his perspective, blood was everywhere, and there were wailing fear everywhere, as if he was in hell.

When his neck tightened, the black cloak felt as painful as fire in his throat and lungs, and tears flowed. When he was almost fainting, Edward's scream came from his ears. Then a breeze blew by, and the black cloak's head flew away from his body, and the cold green liquid fell to his head.

Ximan lay on the ground and retching for a while, trying hard to clean the things on his face, and secretly looked up and looked up. For a moment, he suspected that he had seen the god.

The appearance of the god looks familiar.

Ximanmu was stunned for a while, and his heart suddenly broke out.

Yang Yuying's body was light and fell silently to the ground. When she raised her hand, the sword light instantly snatched off the head of the black cloak. With her casual move, the silver-white blade body returned to its original cleanliness.

"Xuke, how much do you want?"

"The first floor belongs to me."

Xiu Ke let out a breath, jumped, and hit a black cloak with one knife. He smashed the man and the knife hard, but the moment he landed on the ground was as light as a feather.

"The rest is yours!"

As the slightly ethereal voice came, Yang Yuying's figure was as fast as lightning, and she appeared in front of Dai Wen and Jason in a blink of an eye. The next moment, eight black cloaks around them flew backwards, and then her figure disappeared again.

Obviously, this is not an invisible magic, but her speed is so fast that it cannot catch up with the naked eye, so it cannot be seen.

Edward and Ximan rolled and crawled together, sat down with their backs against each other, raised their heads, chased Yang Yuying's afterimage, and watched as each time she stopped, one or even two or three black cloaks were smashed.

Yang Yuying's sword technique is light and vague, but she is particularly domineering when she takes action. When the sword light passes, she must cut the enemy down until the enemy is broken. The people watching will inevitably feel cold on their backs, and they only feel a sense of evil spirit coming to their faces, which makes people feel frightened.
To be continued...