One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

The Iranian Saint handed the newspaper to Whitebeard who was fishing. He lowered his head and said nothing.

After Whitebeard took the newspaper, he saw the content on it and saw... a photo of the Iranian saint holding a straw hat.

"Huh..." Whitebeard exhaled deeply, raised his head and looked at the clear pond, looking at the few carps in the clear water, and after a while he spoke:

"You must have thought about this a long time ago."

Iran Sheng lowered his head and said nothing like a child who had done something wrong. He pursed his lips and said softly, "Yeah."

"Ku la la la... Say it, what do you want me to do?"

"The battle for hegemony is about to begin. I hope you, dad, can return to the ship to participate in this final battle..."

Iran Saint said in a deep voice, his arms hanging at his sides, and his hands slowly clenched into fists.

"Ku la la la... you are finally willing to call me daddy..." White Beard turned his head and looked down at the Iranian saint beside the bamboo chair. His eyes were still kind, and he said softly to the Iranian saint:

"Isn't that nice."

"Whitebeard, do you understand..." Iran Saint's fists were clenched tightly, and he said to Whitebeard with some excitement:

"I will not participate in this war again. You...may have a real curtain call!!!"

"Kula la la... I have said it frankly, little Iranian Saint." The white-bearded Iranian Saint raised his head and laughed non-stop. The Iranian Saint on the side raised his head and looked at his laughing profile, and said softly:

"Because I don't want to lie to you anymore..."

Whitebeard continued to laugh as if he had not heard this sentence. After laughing enough, he said: "Why do you do these things, little Iran Saint."

"For dreams." Iran Saint replied without thinking.

"Dream? The dream of becoming an ordinary person? Ku la la la... It's really a distant dream." Whitebeard started laughing again, and he was almost out of breath from laughing. He seemed to be particularly happy today.

"So, isn't this great..." Whitebeard murmured: "There are no ships in the new world that can carry me. It would be too shameful to die in a hospital bed..."

Whitebeard was talking nonchalantly, minding his own business. The Iranian Saint stared blankly at him talking to himself, gritting his teeth so hard that his body was trembling slightly. He shouted at Whitebeard:

"Shouldn't you be angry?! I've been taking advantage of you, Whitebeard!!!!"

"Kula la la... little Iranian Saint." Whitebeard smiled. He looked at the Iranian Saint with a smile and said:

"You are different from my stupid sons. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you are far smarter than them.

But you are just like them, no matter what status you are in, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you still retain your kindness.

That's why I recognized you as my son, the son I recognized, whether it's betrayal or use, it doesn't matter even if you don't approve of me as my father... Whether you are stupid or smart, you are my son! Ku la la la..."

"Tsk..." Saint Iran laughed, and he laughed out loud... "You are quite good at talking, old man... I can't bear to let you die if you do this..." .”

"Ku la la la... That won't work. I still want a perfect curtain call!!! I, but it's Whitebeard!!!"

On this day, the Iranian holy companion White Beard stayed in this courtyard for a long time, until the white moonlight filled the

Dadi just walked out of the courtyard alone.

Walking towards the palace under the moonlight, I felt a mixture of emotions.

Maybe it was because the autumn wind was a little cooler, and at night when the fallen leaves were flying, Saint Iran suddenly felt a little cold while walking on the path.

I shivered for no reason, hugged my arms tremblingly, and walked into the palace between the night and moonlight.

Walking into the main hall of the palace, when passing by the main hall, I saw a figure as bright as the bright moon standing on the balcony of the main hall.

She stood in the light from the sky, her charming back shining in the slightest, and the evening breeze blew on the balcony, gently lifting the white coat on her body.

It was like a mysterious breath hit Iran Saint, and Iran Saint shuddered.

At that moment, Saint Iran suddenly felt that he saw a fairy in the sky. Half of her hair was scattered on the right shoulder, and the other half of her long hair seemed to be divided into three strands and crossed over the left shoulder, and was gently twisted in her hands.

The white moonlight at this moment was like a thin layer of gauze, and her slender white neck was looming in the eyes of the Iranian Saint. At this moment, the Iranian Saint stared at the figure from behind, like the most stupid fool.

It must have been that the Iranian saint's gaze was too hot, which disturbed the fairy on the balcony. She gently tossed her head and gently lifted her left hand, and the long hair scattered on her chest seemed to fly over her left shoulder.

The long, silky hair fell neatly on her back, completely covering her slender, white, swan-like neck.

Iran Sheng's breathing seemed to be blocked, and his breath paused as if he was out of breath. He raised his right hand crazily, he wanted to touch the tenderness under the moonlight.

The goddess-like beauty also turned her head. Looking at the appearance of Saint Iran, she also giggled non-stop, her laughter as crisp as a child's with the shyness of a girl.

It turned out to be Hancock, no wonder... There were fragments of moonlight in Iran's holy eyes. There was infinite tenderness in his eyes. He looked at the curves of her face with infinite tenderness and looked at the azure blue in her charming eyes with infinite tenderness. eyes.

Hancock also looked at the stupid Iranian Saint with a smile. The two of them looked at each other more than ten meters apart, and the tenderness in their eyes was not to be outdone.

The cool evening breeze blew into the main hall from the balcony, making Hancock's coat whir, and also woke up the Iranian saint.

After waking up, he quickly put down his raised right hand, lowered his head and hurried away.

I'm afraid something will happen if I don't leave...

From a boy to a young man, and now in his 30s and into middle age, Hancock has been with him for nearly 20 years. Even though he has traveled such a long distance, Hancock will still be exposed by her inadvertently. Captivated by the charm.

But he must be sensible...

"Wait a moment...wait a moment, it will be over soon..." the Iranian Saint kept murmuring. He kept repeating this sentence and walked back to his study.

As he told Luffy, he also needs to pay the price for his dream.

In the pursuit of his dream, there will be many victims, such as the captain of the Dragoons, Whitebeard, and even... Hancock.

They sacrificed for the Saint of Iran, giving their youth, life, and even their lives for him.

Iran Sheng has no regrets, just as he said to Luffy, he will carry all the sins and glory on his shoulders, even if he climbs, he will climb to the end of this road.

"I will definitely win!" Iran Saint murmured to himself while lying on the chair and looking at the ceiling of the study room.