One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

After listening to the drunkard's self-report, Haku sighed faintly.

Indeed, he couldn't find a reason to fight him.

"That is to say, you decided to leave and start your life again in a place that no one knows? Do you think the World Government will not trouble you?"

Haku said, and glanced at the old ghost who was being sorted out by his own people.

In any case, the dead are the greater.

Let him go with peace of mind, it's something Haku feels he has to do.

Opposite Haku, the swordsman drunkard held the wine gourd, raised his hand several times and put it down.

"So what?" He smiled bleakly: "I'm just a cripple now. Even if I don't escape, those who go back and wait for us will be held accountable and then executed."

"If you run away, there is at least a glimmer of hope." Said here, the alcoholic turned to look at the kid who was being harassed by Sabo, and smiled softly: "Also, that child, don't continue to live in this disgusting dark world. , isn't it good?"

"Uh...for the sake of the child?" Haku also turned around and looked at Sabo, who was jumping up and down like a monkey, and smiled.

"for the kids!"

On the other hand, Sabo tried his best to have a good relationship with the kid and kept asking questions.

"Hey, is your hair natural? It's so white."

"Wow! Is this gun yours? Cool!"

"Hey, look, we're about the same height!"

creak!

The little ghost creped a cross on his forehead, trying to restrain himself from the urge to shoot it.

"Shut up, ugly!"

"Uh..." Sabo froze for a second, then took off his hat indifferently, making the burn scar on his left face more clearly visible.

"This is not ugly, the scar is the symbol of the sea man, it is our glory!"

Saying that, Sabo looked at the kid with disgust: "Speaking of which,

You can't see a single scar on your body, so you wouldn't dare to fight, would you? "

puff......

Haku and the alcoholic were choked at the same time.

Don't dare to fight? Don't make random judgments, you arrogant and unqualified guy! The smell of blood on people's body is several times that of yours!

The kid has a sad look on his face...I don't have scars to blame me? Blame me for being a sniper?

"Speaking of which, you also prepared a boat to leave Crisvia, right?" Haku said, looking left and right: "But where is your boat?"

It looks big here, but there is no corner secret. They stayed here for a few days and can be sure that there are no other ships here.

"That's it..." The alcoholic hesitated for a while, as if considering whether the other party was trustworthy.

But when he saw Sabo, he relaxed.

To be able to raise such second-hand goods, it should be... not a bad person, right?

So people who keep huskies are not bad! Must have a good temper!

If Sabo knew what an alcoholic was thinking, he might have turned black.

The drunkard who came to the conclusion stood up, jumped to the stone wall by the river, picked up his saber, and inserted the hilt into a pit that looked like a wind erosion.

A twist.

Crack clap.

Accompanied by a slight vibration, in Haku's ghostly eyes, the stone wall slowly retracted to the sides, revealing a neat and flat metal warehouse behind it.

Inside the warehouse, a dark medium-sized sailboat slept quietly there. With the opening of the gate, the waves flowed, and the sails swayed gently with the waves.

Haku stared at the sailboat in astonishment, and it took him a while to regain his senses.

Just when he was about to ask, he found the drunk looking at him strangely.

At the moment, Haku also ignored his own problems and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Ah, this..." The drunkard looked at the river under the other party's boat: "That, don't you know?"

"What should we know?" For some reason, Haku suddenly had a bad feeling.

The drunkard pointed to the river and said, "Here lives a group of ghost-faced sea worms that eat everything. This is where Jones used to deal with prisoners. Generally speaking, ships docked here will be eaten in less than a day."

"Just now you said that you stopped here for a few days... uh, you... you are really lucky!" The alcoholic could only sigh with emotion.

"Hey, uncle, are you talking about a sea worm with a big washbasin, white, and a bit like a spider?"

At this time, Sabo came over with a curious look on his face.

"Well, that's right." The alcoholic nodded, and then asked curiously, "Why, have you met before?"

"That's not..." Sabo looked back and pointed in the direction of the cave's exit: "But I'll meet you soon!"

"Huh?" Haku and the alcoholic looked up at the same time, their faces suddenly darkened as if they had turned on their armed colors.

I saw a dense sea of ​​white worms surging like a tidal wave. The number is not hundreds or thousands, but the question of how many thousands!

"Fuck!"*2

......

Strange ceiling...

wrong!

Jones jumped suddenly and jumped off the bed where he was lying.

"Ouch!!!"

In the room, the black panther Gang Ying, who was sleeping soundly, only felt that his tail was being pressed by something, and let out a painful howl.

"Gang Ying!!!" Jones exclaimed in surprise, then carefully removed his feet and gently stroked his partner.

"Great, you're not dead."

"It's not dead, you have to thank me well..." A slightly thin figure appeared in the room, accompanied by a lingering cold wind.

"Because it's not easy to find a qualified veterinarian in Kriswia at this time."

Gang Ying, who was lying on the ground, felt the breath of the incoming person, and shivered subconsciously.

Although the voice changed a little, Jones could still hear who it was at once.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Jones turned around alertly, staring at Loya with the unbandaged eye.

When he saw Loya's appearance clearly, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

This navy who defeated him is really, too young!

Even if the skin became a little rough due to the exercise and the sea breeze, it was still difficult to hide the childishness on the other's face.

At most, 20 years old, right?

Jones guessed.

This is a victory for Babyface!

Regarding Jones' strange look, Loya only regarded the other party as wondering what he was doing, and didn't care too much.

At this time, he changed into a close-fitting casual outfit and held a glass of smoothie in his hand, just like a tourist.

But what he did had nothing to do with travel.

Came to the chair by the window and sat down, Loya crossed Erlang's legs and ate a smoothie, looking very leisurely.

The other party didn't speak, and Jones naturally didn't dare to move. He looked at Gang Ying, who was resting on the ground, and sat cross-legged beside it.

After a long while, after eating the smoothie, Luo Ya said slowly: "You know, I actually hate Tianlong people."

Jones listened quietly, without saying a word.

"So thank me, I didn't kill you after knowing that you are a Tianlong person." Luo Ya's tone suddenly became cold, and a strong killing intent surged out, but he immediately took it back.

"I know you're wondering why I want to save your life. I'm not afraid to tell you, if I wanted to learn your skills before, so that I can't detect the domineering skills. Then now, it's just because of Minnie."

Hearing this familiar name, Jones' eyelids trembled involuntarily and his muscles tightened: "Minnie! Tell me, what happened to her?!"

"Ah, la la, it's so scary." Loya pretended to be a funny look of a yellow monkey and a green pheasant, completely ignoring Jones' black old face.

"She's not dead yet, don't worry." Loya said, with a strange smile on the corner of her mouth: "But whether she's dead or not depends on your next performance."

For the first half, Jones felt relieved from the bottom of his heart, but for the second half, he suddenly felt that he wanted to get angry.

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