The Dragon-Slaying Samurai In The Pirate World

If the news spread and others saw this scene, they would probably think that this place is hell, but it is precisely because of this scene.

Instead, it aroused Ryoma's interest. He stood on the edge of the island, but found nothing.

This made him feel very strange. He continued to walk inside, looking around as he walked. He was surrounded by a world of ice and snow.

The biting cold wind was blowing, and the sky was gloomy, except for snowflakes falling from the sky.

The entire land was covered with a layer of white. If a normal person were to stay here, they would feel a chill all over their body just by staying here.

But Ryoma only wore a fifty-year-old robe, carried a long knife on his back, and had a pair of sandals on his feet. Apart from that, he had nothing else on his body that could be used to keep out the cold.

But he just walked in this ice and snow, but he was not affected in any way, but seemed very comfortable.

He couldn't help but use it. Stepping on the snowflakes on the ground with my palms, I can't help but think of myself. When I was a child, I would play in the snow outside the door when it snowed.

It's just that those scenes have already passed, and he doesn't know how many years ago, and he can't remember them anymore.

A burst of children's laughter sounded next to Ryoma's ears, and Ryoma couldn't help but smile.

If other people in the world saw this scene, they would probably be frightened on the spot. After all, Ryoma, who is known as the cold-blooded swordsman by the world, would actually show such a child-like smile.

"I didn't expect that I could still remember the laughter from back then. If those childhood playmates from back then are somewhere now, I don't know where they are now."

Hearing the voices of these children ringing next to his ears, Ryoma subconsciously thought that he recalled his childhood companions, and a faint smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that these laughter were not the laughter in his memory, but the laughter coming from not far away around him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, turned his head and looked aside, only to realize that the laughter came from a snow-capped mountain not far away.

This made him frown, and he tapped his toes lightly on the ground, centered on his body.

The snowflakes under his feet exploded instantly, forming a huge cavity, and his entire body rose into the air instantly.

He flew towards the place where the laughter came, and then his body accelerated again in mid-air, and finally stopped at the place where the laughter came, which was a piece of snowflakes halfway up the mountain.

In front of him was a high mountain wall covered with snowflakes. The laughter he just heard came from this snow.

Ryoma raised his hand and moved forward with a palm, directly shattering the snowflakes on the mountain wall in front of him and scattering them in a thin clatter. (Good promise)

Immediately after these snowflakes dissipated, Ryoma discovered that there was a cave behind the layer of snowflakes in front of him, and a burst of laughter was coming from the cave.

".wIt's strange why there are children in this kind of place. There shouldn't be anyone living here in this kind of place.

Ryoma couldn't help but think strangely that in this hellish environment, he felt very strange that there were still people alive. . .