One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

The piano player walked to the center of the hall and played gorgeous music, and the dancers, covered with gauze, danced gracefully to the music.

The slender fingers of the violinist quickly moved the strings, just like the strings of a puppet. The dancers stepped on the golden stone slabs with bare feet, spinning and jumping with the strings, like the most exquisite puppets making their way to human beings. Interpret the beauty of life.

The slender fingers that tune the strings fly up and down like saucers among flowers, and the dancing purple skirt also flies up and down like saucers among flowers.

The old gentleman with gold-rimmed eyes danced his scepter to the music, thinking that the trajectory of the scepter was the trace of the beating notes.

There are 13 rings inlaid with emeralds, opals, and red crystals on his ten fingers. So many rings do not affect his big hands from holding a crystal cup filled with wine-red liquid.

His plump face opened with a big mouth full of yellow teeth. He took a sip of the wine in the crystal glass and drank half of the glass of red wine. He smiled triumphantly and awkwardly. His elegance.

The melody of the tune is either cheerful or joyful, gentle but can penetrate the heart.

The lady wearing a white mink fur covered her bright red lips with gloves made of pure white silk. She smiled elegantly and no one could see her covered teeth.

Her face was red and her eyes were as clear as a spring, and her eyes were as clear and bright as a girl's, which was incompatible with the white hair on her head.

They can make them laugh at every joke they make, and they can cast their silky winks at all men except their husbands.

On the throne on the thirty-third floor of the stairs, Saint Iran looked down at the entire hall, with a faint smile on his face and a very happy mood.

He was glad that so many people could see the reality clearly and come to cling to him. He was glad that beasts could become gentle after putting on human skin.

He was very happy, as happy as a child, and he was also very enthusiastic, as enthusiastic as if he wanted to scratch the belly of a puppy.

The banquet was held in a warm and cheerful atmosphere. Saint Iran stood up from the throne with a wine glass in his hands and paid tribute to his guests.

He intimately and clearly expressed to his guests that they must either kneel down and lick them or die.

And his guests also clapped their chests and said that as long as they were given a bone, they could lick him until heaven and earth reunited.

Iran Sheng was very satisfied with their attitude. He smiled and nodded to convey his meaning again.

What if your neighbors are not willing to kneel down and lick them, but they are also greedy for your bones?

After understanding the meaning, the guests stood up from their seats excitedly and beat their chests loudly. Their faces turned red and their necks became thick, saying, "Fuck him!"

At this point, Saint Iran and the guests have completely reached a consensus, the atmosphere of the banquet is getting better and better, and the smile on Saint Iran's face is also a bit fuller.

The banquet lasted from noon to evening. Late at night, the guests returned to the villa with a smile.

They come and go in joy.

The Iranian saint also returned to his bedroom. He lay on the lounge chair on the balcony of his bedroom and watched the ripples on the sea rippling in the moonlight.

The ripples of the moonlight reflected in his eyes circle after circle, making him feel quiet and comfortable.

In the following days, the guests stayed on the island for a few more days.

The Iranian Saint also received a letter from his compatriots who lived in the Holy Land.

They expressed their thoughts to the Iranian Saint in various obscure ways, and some letters even gave him the pleasure of solving puzzles.

At this time, the Iranian Saint was sitting in his study, holding such a letter in his hand.

There is no text in the letter except the signature, and there is a photo in the envelope. <

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The photo was taken of a lake. A stone made 8 water floats on the calm lake surface and finally sank into the lake.

Iran Saint looked at this photo and pondered for a long time. He sincerely admired the photographer's skill.

He was able to make static photos look dynamic, and more importantly, he was able to use stones to create 8 water floats on the lake!

Iran Saint also tried it secretly, and the stones he threw could barely hit 4 water floats.

He stared at this photo and thought about it for a long time, looking at the 8 water floats at regular intervals on the lake in the photo.

"Which bastard sent this?"

After watching it for a long time without understanding what it meant, Iran Sheng became a little anxious. He felt that his IQ had been humiliated.

After confirming several times to confirm that this photo was not for his entertainment, Iran Shengjing finally understood the purpose of his visit.

The compatriot who sent the letter has a bigger heart than himself. He means that the world government has been washed away eight times in the long river of history, and it is time for it to sink.

After seeing the purpose of his visit, Iran Saint was a little disappointed, and there was no longer any fresh excitement of solving puzzles.

The boring days passed day by day, and the sea fell into an unprecedented calm.

It seems that everyone is waiting for the upcoming battle for supremacy.

More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Iranian Saint was sitting in his study browsing the latest information. There were only two things worth paying special attention to.

The first one was the female warriors who went to Dressrosa. They killed the remnants of the Kozuki family, and Kozuki Momonosuke and his retainers all died.

The second thing is that Wang Lufei is going to sea to cause harm to the new world.

Both things are good news. Iran Sheng doesn't know what tricks the mysterious remnant of the Kozuki family can do, and now this unknown factor can't do any tricks at all.

The second thing... Iran Saint thought for a while and decided to personally send Luffy to the Chambord Islands.

As long as there is no conflict of interest, Iran Saint is happy to have a good relationship with Luffy.

Until now, Iran Saint still has a vague feeling that once he conflicts with Luffy, he will most likely become a theatrical boss...

Ruskaina Island.

Luffy sat on the shore and looked at the windless sea, with a look of helplessness on his face...

"Hmm...how to get to Chambord Island? How about asking that guy from Iran for a boat..."

He kept thinking about the possibilities in his mind, when an old man with eyes and slippers came over, carrying a broken barrel in his hand. The old man smiled and said to Luffy:

"Come, get in the bucket and I'll give you Chambord Island."

"No!" Luffy shook his head quickly, crossed his arms on his chest, and decisively rejected the old man's suggestion.

One after another, huge sea kings swam in front of the island, causing waves to lap on the shore of the island.

Rayleigh and Luffy sat on the cliff on the shore together, with helpless expressions on their faces.

"Hmm..." Luffy stared at the Neptune swimming by, his eyes thoughtful...

"Hey! Got it!"

Luffy, who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff, touched his fists and seemed to have an idea.

The old man with his chin clenched his head and glanced at him sideways, not even embarrassed to ask him what bad idea he had.

"Rayleigh, let's go catch a sea king!"

Luffy stood up and pointed to the Sea Kings in the distance, and asked Rayleigh with a silly smile on his face.