One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Soon, another week passed.

"Why hasn't Saint Sararos arrived yet?"

The Iranian Saint was sitting on the deck chair on the balcony, looking at the morning sun and the sea in the distance, and said to himself.

The day to set off for the Ten Thousand Kingdoms was getting closer and closer, but the person he was waiting for never came.

The fish people built temporary wooden houses in the harbor, which took up a lot of space and were not very beautiful.

In the past few days, the female warriors have complained a lot, feeling that their beautiful home has been soiled by these smelly fishmen.

Although the female warriors attack people with knives all day long, they are still little fairies.

If it weren't for the order of the Iranian Saint, the soldiers of the Daughter Kingdom would have taken out their swords and cut off a big piece of fish head.

When he thought of this, Iran Sheng couldn't wait to appear in front of his aunt and let her see what a fist as big as a sandbag is!

After Iran Saint raised his fist and made a fierce gesture, he suddenly remembered that his aunt was nearly 10 meters tall, so forget it.

"I don't know how Ace is doing. Only pirates can deal with pirates. I, a Celestial Dragon, beat up Auntie. I always feel so disrespectful," Iran Saint muttered to himself.

But he wasn't in a hurry. If Ace couldn't handle it, it wouldn't matter.

After all, the Great Iran Saint has another strategic weapon against the Four Emperors - Wang Lufei, which will be launched in two years.

Ace, who is far away in the new world, has now succeeded Whitebeard's position and become the leader of the Whitebeard Pirates.

But Ace was very unhappy because his father was not on the ship, and the majesty of the Whitebeard Pirates had plummeted.

The war at the top has also strained the Whitebeard fleet, causing them to lose battles one after another in recent times and their territory has been shrinking.

As soon as he returned to the new world, Ace felt a little unable to survive.

"Dad, what would you do if you were here?"

Ace sat in Whitebeard's original position and muttered to himself.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Suddenly, the sound of exploding shells continued, interrupting Ace's thoughts.

"what happened?!"

He quickly stood up and looked around.

Sure enough, a large ship was far away, pouring ammunition at them.

"Fourth General Charlotte Snag" Margao, who was standing at the bow of the ship, slowly lowered his lookout glass and continued speaking through gritted teeth.

"These guys, after knowing that Dad left, they gathered around like hyenas!"

"Yeah," Ace said, holding the hat on his head and walking to Margao's side.

"What's wrong with these guys not facing us head-on and harassing us all the time!"

"Forget it, Ace, this should be their tactic," Malgao said softly.

"We really don't have the strength to protect our territory anymore."

"It's a little unusual, Margao," Ace suddenly said.

"Don't you think they are driving us away?"

"Maybe it's because Bigo's tea party is about to start," Mal said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"A tea party, a gathering attended by all the cadres from all over the world," Ace muttered to himself, grinning slightly as he thought, and said to Margao with a smile.

"Are you interested in attending one of Auntie's tea parties?"

"Well, that's a good note too."

As the two reached a consensus, the Moby Dick, which had been wandering aimlessly on the sea recently, seemed to have suddenly found its course, slowly turned its bow, and headed straight in one direction.

The Iranian Saint finally came to whom he had been waiting.

On this day, the Iranian saint was sitting on a chair, reading the newspaper in his hand

"Master, Lord Salaros is here."

"Where have you been?"

Iran Saint quickly put down the newspaper in his hand and asked excitedly.

"Already on the way to and from the palace."

"So fast? Then I'll go to the main hall and wait for him!"

While speaking, Saint Iran stood up and walked towards the palace hall.

To this compatriot who loves architecture, Iran's Holy Spirit wants to show his sincerity.

After Saint Iran arrived at the main hall, the door was slowly opened without waiting for long.

Looking at the figure in silver-white uniform, the Iranian Saint quickly stepped forward, opened his arms and welcomed him.

"My friend Sarah Rose Saint, I finally got to wait for you."

"Tsk, you are so casual, Iran Saint."

Saint Salaros leaned over to avoid Saint Iran's embrace and said sarcastically.

"You guy!" Iran Saint glanced at him, still opening his arms, and said with a sneer.

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, have you forgotten how badly I beat you? Give you another chance, Saint Salaros, otherwise don't blame me for convincing others with reason!"

"Yes, the Holy Brother of Iran"

Saint Salaros said angrily, and reluctantly gave Saint Iran a big hug.

After the hug ended, Saint Iran held his shoulders and looked at his childhood friend.

Inside the transparent bubble cover, she has long aqua-blue hair tied into erect horns, fair skin, unusually delicate facial features, a thin figure, and a height of just over meters.

Looking at this little slave, Saint Iran wanted to say something sarcastic, but then he thought that he would need his help in the future, so he spoke a few human words.

"There's no need to dress so formally. Based on our relationship, you can just treat this place as your own home!"

"Where is my home?" Salaros Saint repeated in a low voice, then nodded with a smile.

"Okay! Brother Iran!"

"Be casual, do whatever makes you feel comfortable, look at me."

As he spoke, Saint Iran tugged on his purple nightgown and signaled to him.

"Haha, only you, the Holy Brother of Iran, can wear civilian clothes. We all only have this kind of clothes."

"Eh? So that's it? Then I'll let Tedalaf take you to pick out clothes." Iran Saint said quickly.

"Don't worry, let's talk about business first. I couldn't wait to come after hearing the request from the Holy Brother of Iran."

"Oh, okay, come with me."

Iran Sheng nodded, pulled him towards the bedroom, brought the map on the table to him, pointed at the map and said

"That's what I think. All the soil here should be dug out and fresh water poured into the pit."

As he spoke, the Iranian Saint pointed to the middle of Nine Snakes Island.

"Then, we will use the excavated soil to fill the sea and expand the area of ​​the island."

The Iranian Saint pointed at the map of Nine Snakes Island and gestured for half an hour.

Saint Salaros kept nodding his head on the surface, but in fact he didn’t understand anything.

In this way, with one person daring to speak and the other person daring to listen, Saint Iran finished speaking the last word and looked at Saint Salaros with expectant eyes.

"Haha, Brother Saint of Iran is really a complete layman."

This is the conclusion that Saint Salaros came to after listening to Saint Iran’s thoughts.

"However, I have understood what the Holy Brother of Iran means, and I will try my best to do it!"

"Yeah." The Iranian Saint nodded repeatedly, then turned around and called Tedalaf and ordered

"Tedalaf, help Saint Sararos change his clothes. It's hard work for him to keep wearing these clothes."

"Yes, Master." Tedalaf nodded and said to Saint Sararos

"Sir, please follow me."

After the two left, Saint Iran sat on a chair, happily conceiving the grand blueprint in his heart. However, when Saint Salaros changed his clothes,

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"Why are you wearing such fine clothes! Why are you wearing women's clothes!!!"

Could it be the legendary cross-dressing boss? ! The Iranian Saint thought so in his heart.

What should you do if your childhood friend grows up to be a crossdresser? ! ! Waiting online! Quite urgent!

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