One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"Is what you lost important?" Hancock asked with her head lowered. Her entire face was buried in the shadows, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"It's very important, Hancock. I have no family, no friends, no lovers, no dreams. These are not the most terrifying things. The most terrifying thing is that in the future that I can see to the end at a glance, I will not have these."

"Why not?" Hancock asked.

"The farthest distance in the world is not from the East China Sea to the South China Sea. It is when I stand and others kneel. When they kneel in front of me, it is like building a high wall in front of me. The people in the wall want to come out, and the wall People outside want to get in. But no one can do it!"

Iran Saint spoke nonsense in a low and hoarse voice.

"Today, I don't want to practice anymore, so be it. I have expected it, I have expected it for a long time, that I will eventually be corrupted by money, power, and status."

"Maybe it would be nice if my father was still alive. I could learn from him how to commit suicide and pass away while challenging myself. It would be the best ending for the Celestial Dragons."

The quiet balcony echoed with the lonely voice of the Iranian saint.

"Why?" Hancock asked.

"Didn't I tell you everything? Because!" Iran Saint lowered his head and said hysterically.

"So why?" Hancock gritted his teeth and raised his head to drink.

"You really deserve a beating!" Hancock said, and even more so.

On the balcony, the girl punched the unsuspecting Iranian Saint down with a punch, and then kicked the Iranian Saint in the chest.

Step forward, sit on his body, and look directly into his eyes.

"You dare to hit me?! Are you crazy?! One of my hairs is more valuable than all your Amazon lilies!" The Iranian saint lay on the ground without resisting, but roared with red eyes.

"What's the matter? I just want to punch you." Hancock punched the Iranian saint in the face again and again.

"Do you know what will happen if you beat the Celestial Dragons?" Iran Sheng's expression was ferocious, like a madman.

"That's for the future!" Hancock accelerated and waved his fist.

"Bang bang bang bang~"

The few times Iran Saint wanted to say something, he was interrupted by Hancock's sandbag-sized fist.

"Dangdang~" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Someone stood outside the balcony door and asked

"Holy Master Iran, what happened, are you okay?"

Hancock's movements didn't stop at all.

"Go away!~" Taking advantage of the break in Hancock's attack, the Iranian Saint roared

"Okay~" This was the voice outside the door.

The brutal beating lasted for more than an hour. The sun had set and it was completely dark.

It wasn't that Hancock didn't want to fight, but that she was tired of fighting.

"Huhu~" Hancock sat on the belly of the Iranian Saint, leaning back and supporting the ground with his hands.

"Huhu~ So, why?" Hancock asked again.

Iran lying on the ground has a standard large character placed on it. The human head was beaten into a pig's head, looking at the starry sky of this world through the gap between the eyes.

"Alas~" Iran Saint sighed deeply, bent down, and said leisurely

"It all started when 800 kings created the world 20 years ago, so that everyone in Tianlong could have enough to eat."

"Hehehehehehe, it seems you have woken up. You just need a beating." Hancock chuckled.

"Hahahahahahahaha~it hurts. Yeahhahahahahaha." Iran Saint was lying on the ground, shouting that it hurt and laughing at the same time.

So, it’s better to be tight-lipped, right?

"Hey Hancock, you really dare to hit me, aren't you scared?" asked the Iranian saint who had had enough laughter.

"I'm afraid I'll fight him." Hancock looked up at the stars in the sky and murmured softly.

"Why?" asked the Iranian Saint.

"When your friend is confused, wake him up. Isn't this your duty as a friend?" Hancock laughed.

This smile seemed to light up the dark night, or so the Iranian saint felt. So he said in surprise

"What? I treat you as a slave and you actually want to be my friend?"

"Yes, are you moved? Holy Master of Iran~ua~"

It's a pity that today's Iranian saints will no longer do this.

He turned his head to avoid Hancock's sight and curled his lips.

"The rain girl has no melons, and the slave must have the slave's son, hum!"

Although he said so, Iran Saint told the truth. Now he feels that his thoughts are clear and his expression is refreshing.

Emma, ​​is this the exclusive friendship iron fist in the One Piece world? give it a like. The Iranian saint lying on the ground thought.

He's obviously a masochist, right? Let's stay away from this pervert. o(︶︿︶)o

Today, because the Iranian saint was beaten in advance, the daily beating ceremony was not carried out.

Iranian Saint and Hancock were talking, laughing and playing on the balcony, one was riding and the other was being ridden

Despite this, after ignoring the pig head of the Iranian saint, the scene of the boy and the girl talking and laughing under the stars also reveals a bit of tranquility and beauty.

After a long time, both of them were a little tired, so they returned to the bedroom side by side.

Today, the Iranian saint was exhausted both physically and mentally. With inexplicable thoughts such as "I received a severe beating" and "This wave is not a loss", he soon fell asleep.

Hancock was also tired and soon fell into sleep. He murmured incomprehensible sleep talk such as "it feels good" and "it feels so good to fight".

Ah~ This reveals the bond of innocence, how beautiful it is. I can’t help but think of that running under the sunset, that was my lost youth.

It is worth mentioning that the distance between Hancock's sleeping position and Iran Saint has been shortened to 6 meters. This is probably the sublimation of feelings.

The next morning, the Iranian saint stretched himself after waking up, and the swelling on his face had completely disappeared.

The body of complaining is a cow! This fully guarantees that the Iranian saint will use the most devious system and receive the most severe beatings in the future.

After breakfast, Saint Iran came to the practice room.

"Master Iran, you said you have already felt the domineering power?" Kalfa at the side of the ring looked at Iran Saint and said in disbelief.

"Yes, I did vaguely notice the existence of Haki."

After that, he used a finger gun to make a small hole in the 800-pound barbell next to him.

Then he showed Kalfa his finger.

I saw no scars on the white and tender little hands.

Kalfa squatted on the ground, looked at Iran Saint's fingers, held his chin while observing, and said

"Well, you withstood the shock of the finger gun, but you didn't even get a red mark. You do show signs of awakening your armed color."

Iran Saint looked at Kalfa who was talking slowly, with some impatience on his face. Well, it's definitely not because Kalfa is taller than him when he is squatting, absolutely not!

Then he asked

"Calfa, you could give me some advice."

"Master Iran, just let nature take its course. The practice of the Sixth Form of the Navy is also a practice of domineering. You can sense the existence of domineering at such a young age, so there is no need to be impatient."

Kalfa organized his words and spoke again.

"Furthermore, physique is the foundation of domineering power. Even if you awaken your armed color tomorrow, it will be harmful to your body."

"Navy Form ? I understand, thank you for the teaching!" Iran Saint said casually.

"I'm serious, sir. It's my honor to witness your rise." Kalfa quickly lowered his head and replied.

The Iranian Saint paid no attention to Kalfa.

At this time, he clashed his fists with a terrifying look on his face, and said with a sinister smile

"Stupid Hancock, sir, I'm a six-god god now, no, I'm a six-style master. Don't lose to me tonight, hehehe~hiss."

As a cp0 Kalfa, what kind of extremely evil person has he not seen? Seeing this smile, I still trembled all over and said, this kid is really scary.

The day passed bit by bit while practicing.

It was night in a blink of an eye.

The Iranian saint stood on the ring with his hands behind his back, his feet were uneven, and his master's temperament was naturally revealed.

Hancock stepped onto the ring step by step, looking at the Iranian saint with his back turned to him, his eyes burning with excitement.

at last

The Iranian Saint turned around, sighed leisurely, and said

"You came."

"I'm here," Hancock replied.

"You're here after all"

"I'm here after all!"

"You shouldn't have come"

"Stop it, do you still want to fight?" Hancock asked impatiently.

"oh oh"

The two stood on the ring, and during the confrontation, the momentum brewing between the two gradually reached its peak. It seemed that a fight between dragons and tigers was bound to break out tonight!

What will be the outcome of the 138th contest between the old rivals Iran Saint and Hancock? !

Everyone will wait and see!

The current score is 0:138

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