Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

Zephyr stared blankly at the ugly blood-stained face in front of him.

That half of his face was like a devil scratching it, making the ghost spider's temperament reveal a kind of madness and iron-blooded shame.

This young man who doesn't look like a Marine, at this moment, in the only one eye that remains, there is a kind of light that makes Zephyr move.

That kind of perseverance, stubbornness, and stubborn light made Zephyr's eyes trance subconsciously, feeling so familiar.

"You bastards, you really look like..."

Zephyr couldn't help his face full of sorrow.

He couldn't help but shook his head, and said in a deep voice:

"Ghost spider, are you sure you want to do this?"

"That pirate kid, but the emperor of the big·mom pirate group."

The corner of the ghost spider's mouth twitched.

But it was such an extremely simple action, but a thin layer of cold sweat suddenly oozes out of his forehead.

The appearance of this detail is naturally not hidden from Zephyr.

Zephyr's eyebrows can't help but wrinkle, twisting tightly.

The physical state of the ghost spider has completely reached its limit, even exceeding the limit load that his body can bear.

The long gray hair covered with blood and muddy soil made people feel sad.

"Teacher Zephyr, please trust me."

The ghost spider took a slow, difficult and stiff step, took a few deep breaths, and a sickly flush appeared on his pale and bloodless face.

His voice was hoarse as if his throat had been roasted by hot coals, as if a hell devil was whispering.

"I won't lose again."

"This is my promise to him."

"If I just retreat like this, maybe I can get this life back, but it's meaningless."

"I have no face to meet my marshal."

"Compared to me, he needs your support more."

"His opponents are too many..."

Zephyr was stunned on the spot, staring at the shaky back of the ghost spider in front of him with a dull and vague look, and a touch of complex emotions gradually poured in his heart.

"The old man understands."

Even at this critical moment of life and death, are you still your comrades-in-arms?

But what Zephyr and Ghost Spider don’t know is,

On the other side,

Roy, facing a desperate situation,

When I saw the Marine comrades who came to support me, the first reaction in my mind was to ask them to save the ghost spider first.

Zephyr took a deep look at the back of the ghost spider, and slowly said:

"Be alive."

The ghost spider smiled disapprovingly.

"That's natural..."

"I am your student, Teacher Zephyr."

After speaking, Zephyr's figure jumped up, and a few flashes disappeared in place.

Even if he is the teacher of Ghost Spider, he still can't stop him from running towards his ideals and promises.

Some roads are destined to be taken by one person.

Some things are destined to be taken by one person alone.

….….

….….

Seeing Zephyr's figure go away and gradually disappear from his field of vision, the smile on the ghost spider's face quickly converged, his eyes became cold and severe again, and he stared at the man in the distance.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"The chance to survive..."

"When Zephyr is gone, you are doomed to die."

When Charlotte Kata Kuri saw Zephyr leaving, the big rock hanging in her heart slowly fell, and she said to the ghost spider with a deep voice.

To be honest, he was a little puzzled and puzzled.

With Zephyr's combat power, he can definitely win himself here.

But the Marine, named Ghost Spider, insisted on facing him alone.

The ghost spider slowly exhaled a tacky breath, and looked over Kata Kuri, looking at the distant sky.

As if in that direction, an unreachable figure was gradually being drawn closer.

He smiled knowingly.

The smile is very stiff.

He is an unsmiling person.

So this smile doesn't seem to suit him, it seems like a strange handwriting that has been added to the frame alive.

But at this moment, Ghost Spider's mood is unprecedentedly relaxed.

The bitter wind blew the blood on his body into the air.

The scars criss-crossed like gully yin and yang faces, slowly becoming solemn and solemn.

Like a Shura,

It's like a Rakshasa again.

He slowly raised the Qiushui in his hand, placed the blade horizontally in front of him, biting the handle of the blade tightly with his teeth, and making a sharp sound.

at the same time,

He pressed the hilt of the knife around his waist with his left and right hands at the same time.

The thumbs of both hands gently push away the handle of the knife,

The sound of the blade sliding out of the scabbard,

Neigh like an eagle.

Hanmang, bitter.

"Charlotte Kata Kuri, did you know..."

The ghost spider spoke.

Because of Qiu Shui in his mouth, his voice is very vague and obscure, not clear.

But in Kata Kuri's mind, the voice was as terrifying as a ghost.

"Actually, I am not a swordsman."

The ghost spider's eyes condensed, and a sharp light bloomed from the depths of the pupil.

The famous knife came out of its sheath,

The cold is overflowing.

This is the greatest romance of men.

"For me, three knives are different from one knife."

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