After the Pirate Empress sacrificed me to the heavens, the evil god awakened

Weiwei's eyes froze, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

"Are you kidding? If I give up the throne, who will protect my subjects?"

The nobleness of the princess makes Weiwei unable to swear, if it is Nami.

Probably the amount of niangs will be amazing.

"Seeing how true, kind and beautiful you are, I'll tell you generously that the real name of Mr.0, the behind-the-scenes owner of Baroque Studio, is Crocodile!"

"Crocodile?" Weiwei didn't react for a while, but suddenly thought of something, her eyes became shocked like a hedgehog.

"You mean Shichibukai under the king, Sand Crocodile?"

The desert hero admired by the common people of the Kingdom of Albastan is actually the same person behind the baroque studio who tried to overthrow the Neferutali royal family.

"Impossible, impossible, you are talking nonsense..."

Princess Weiwei muttered to herself, maybe she couldn't accept such a big contrast, or maybe the opponent was the mighty King Shichibukai.

"Princess Weiwei seems shocked, is she unwilling to believe it, or can't believe it? But if everything I said is true, what can Princess Weiwei do?
If the opponent is the king Shichibukai, it seems that there is no other way but to raise his hand and surrender. "Yuan approached Princess Weiwei step by step.

Weiwei's partner, Mr. 9, a tall and thin man who claimed to be the prince of baseball, came from outside the door, holding a metal baseball bat in his hand, and slammed towards Yuanyi's head.

call!A powerful sound roared past, Yuanyi seemed to have not seen Mr.9, and continued to approach Weiwei.

Mr. 9 was stunned, obviously hitting this guy on the head, how could it be empty.

Come again!

Mr.9 was eager to try, picked up the metal baseball bat to recharge, this time the swing has at least 200 forces, and can easily destroy the hard stone wall.

wave!

The strong breaking wind knocked over the water glass on the table.

"Unbelievable!"

Yuanyi said impatiently, pointing his finger at the metal baseball bat that was swung suddenly.

The fingers that should have been broken easily penetrated the solid metal, and smashed into Mr. 9's chest like an ant.

The bloody smell soon permeated, Yuan retracted his finger gun, took out a clean white napkin from the dining table and wiped his fingers lightly.

Yuanyi approached Princess Weiwei who was covering her mouth tightly to prevent tears from falling.

Another figure flashed past, and it was Minister Icarem, with a machine pistol hidden in his long golden curly hair poking out.

Just when the launch button was about to be pressed.

"No! Icarem, stop!"

Weiwei knelt on the ground and yelled at Icarem. She could feel that the red-clothed boy in front of her had killed many people and was very powerful.

As a subject, Icarem had to obey the princess's order, and stepped aside obediently.

"I agree to your terms, but I'm not sure whether the father will listen to me. If the father agrees to retire from the royal family, can you help us drive Crocodile out of the Albastan kingdom?"

Weiwei knelt in front of Yuanyi, as if begging and begging, very pitiful.

Yuanyi's eyes were cold.

"Princess Weiwei doesn't seem to have a very good memory. In exchange, all I need to pay is information about the Baroque studio."

Slightly widening his eyes, he raised his head and stared at Yuanyi firmly.

She couldn't understand, didn't the boy force his father to abdicate because he wanted the throne of Albastan?
If Crocodile is allowed to mess around in Alabasta, it doesn't matter whether the father abdicates or not.

"You think I'm the savior? Princess Weiwei is really naive. Look at how painful they are living one by one. A princess like you can't understand it?"

As soon as Yuan pushed open the wooden door of the restaurant, the yellow sand came and saw a group of sick guys who could only lie on the ground waiting to die.

Under the scorching sun in the sky, one after another among the sparse crowd fell into the dry and cracked sand.

Seeing her subjects live so hard, Weiwei's bright and delicate eyes showed unstoppable pearl lines.

Separated by a door, the inside is full of luxury, but the outside is full of life's misery.

"So... we must let them live a good life! Please, I beg you, save them, I know you have such power, I can let my father recruit you to be a prince consort, in the future you will be the king of Alabasta, and they will also be your subjects."

Princess Weiwei no longer cared about her identity, and hugged Yuanyi's thigh tightly, like a camel grabbing a life-saving straw.

Yuanyi kicked Princess Weiwei away and walked out the door.

Cut out.

The wailing is short and short.

Weiwei watched the black blood in the sand dissipate in an instant under the blowing of the yellow sand, the hatred for Yuan Yi in her eyes was almost condensed into substance.

"Princess Weiwei, ending their suffering early is not a kind of salvation?"

"Hate value from Weiwei +1000 points"

"Hate value from Weiwei +1500 points"

"What a strong hatred, Princess Weiwei, do you hate me? I just ended their suffering in advance. Isn't it because of your father, King Cobra's ineffective governance, that the reason why they live so hard?"

Yuan Yi took back the bloody Sun Wheel Knife, turned around, and looked at Weiwei.

"The exchange game is over. Next, within three days, I want to see Cobra's abdication declaration, otherwise, I will personally end all the suffering of the people of the Kingdom of Albastan."

Weiwei's hatred for Yuanyi reached the extreme.She saw the tragic death of Mr. 9. As a partner, Weiwei knew that Mr. 9 was a monster with a stick that could break the human skull.

But facing this young man, Mr. 9 was as weak as an ant.

Fear suppressed the hatred for a short time, and gradually regained her senses. Weiwei pursed her lips and gritted her teeth as she asked.

"Will you not slaughter my subjects as long as my father abdicates?"

Yuan paused, and said casually.

"For your sake, kill half of them."

"you……"

Weiwei knew that the guy in front of her was not joking anymore, but she couldn't beat him, even begging for mercy.

He is simply a soft-hearted guy.

Princess Weiwei, who has been lurking in the Baroque studio for a while, has a more lively personality than before, and she has some calculations.

"Okay, three days to three days, I will definitely convince my father, but before that, I hope you can keep your promise and not hurt my subjects."

"Naturally, it's a deal!"

Yuanyi stretched out his little finger to hook Weiwei's white and tender little finger, and smiled slightly.

Yuan Yi quickly disappeared into the yellow sand. In three days, he still had a lot to do.