One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"Haha, you're kidding! Who do you think I am, the Saint of Great Iran? Will my Saint of Great Iran agree to such humiliating conditions just for a place to live? I'm crazy~"

Iran Saint was lying on the sofa at his eldest sister's home, holding the coconut juice that is a specialty of Sky Island in his hand, and thought of this.

"Iran Saint-Saëns, that"

"Oh, Sister Kulia, come on, sit down."

Iran Sheng looked back, ran over quickly, took her little hand, held her shoulders, and made her sit on the sofa, with a flattering smile on his face.

As the owner of Iran Saint Future during this period, it’s not right, it’s the landlord! The Iranian Saint decided to be nice to her

"What's the matter, Sister Kulia?" Iran Saint asked softly, while asking, he gently hammered her shoulders.

I can bend my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful, and I always have a happy face on my face. I think of the humiliation of the Holy Spirit.

"Iran Saint-Saint, you don't have to be so polite." Perhaps Iran Saint-Saint was too enthusiastic, so Sister Kuria lowered her head shyly.

After all, she is a girl. She must have been joking before~ She could live and eat for free, Iran's Holy Heart thought proudly.

Just listen to Sister Kulia continue to speak in a gentle voice

"The room fee is one payment and three deposits. Do you want to pay it now or at night?"

The Iranian holy man was beaten on his hand and couldn't help roaring.

"God damn pay one and bet three!" Ding, complaining energy 66

"How did you say such words in such a shy tone!" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

"Hey, hey! Take it back, your saliva is almost dripping on the floor!" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

After yelling, the Iranian Saint remembered whose territory this was and lowered his head and rubbed his fingers.

I was thinking about what posture is better to use to refuse? Is it a half push or a half push or a refusal but a welcome? No, you must be firm and unswerving.

(Hancock tui! Men are all big pig hooves.)

"Hey! I'm talking about you, kid!" Just as Iran Saint was thinking wildly, a voice came out.

The Iranian Saint was so frightened that his face turned pale, he coughed, and panicked. He quickly raised his head.

I saw Sister Kuria taking out a cigarette from somewhere and holding it in her mouth. She pointed her nostrils at the Iranian Saint, slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke at the ceiling, and then said

"Hey! You kid, you don't want to eat and drink from me for free! Don't forget that the clothes you are wearing belong to my brother!"

As he spoke, he also crossed his legs. His smooth thighs were as white as jade, and the light reflected from the movement almost blinded the eyes of Saint Iran.

""Looking at Kulia's sudden change in painting style, I feel like I have an old rant that I can't complain about.

"Let me go, is it really okay for you to change your style of painting just for this kind of thing?" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

"Why did you suddenly become a female gangster? Give me back my gentle big sister, Hundan!" Ding, complaining energy 66

"I haven't said no yet!" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

Ahem, cross out the last sentence

Finally, the Iranian Saint relied on his outstanding ventriloquism and negotiation skills to successfully win himself a precious period of breathing time.

Into the night

The Iranian saint sleeps in the guest room, but tonight, he has insomnia

Well, those who are familiar with Little Iran Saint must have expected that he would have insomnia tonight. After all, he didn't get beaten today?

But this is only a secondary reason, the main reason is

"Why didn't you come and overthrow him? It's wrong. Why he didn't come and attack at night. It's wrong. Forget it. Anyway, I have to protect myself for Hancock!"

In the dark room, Iran Saint hugged the quilt, biting the corner of the quilt, and thought silently

Why were his eyes filled with tears at this time? Just assume that he loves Hancock deeply.

In this way, the Iranian Saint fell asleep in his thoughts and woke up again, and it was a new day.

She rubbed her blurred eyes and walked out of the room. After washing, when she returned to the living room, Sister Kulia had already prepared breakfast.

After all, he is still a gentle person. Looking at the figures busy in the living room and kitchen, Iran Saint sighed in his heart as he felt the atmosphere of home for the first time in a long time.

When Kuria, who was wearing an apron, saw the Iranian Saint coming over, she also gave him a gentle smile. Perhaps his gaze was too rude. Sister Kuria blushed and said such a sentence.

"Here you come? Eat, eat more! When you are full and strong, we will be happy~"

"Damn it, give me back my feelings!" Ding, complaining energy 66

Iran Saint held his forehead weakly. He found that since meeting Sister Kuria, even the complaint system has become stable and has been 66666

Damn it, this unlucky system is not laughing at me! It must be!

Wiping away the strange thoughts in his mind, Iran Saint quickly walked to the dining table and took a bite of the food.

No matter how you say it, it’s all the owner’s intention, but don’t be too rude! ~

He quickly covered his mouth and forced himself to swallow the food he was about to spit out.

Looking at the smiling eyes of Kulia next to him, Iran Saint understood that if he spit out this mouthful, there would be no guarantee that he would be able to keep his chastity, whether it would be dangerous or not.

At this moment, the Iranian Saint remembered the brother who ran away from home in Kuria's mouth and expressed great sympathy for him. Who can withstand this!

Trying to keep a straight face, he put down the tableware and said with a smile.

"The food cooked by Sister Kulia is really delicious, but I can bring it myself. I am very satisfied to have the honor to taste the food you cooked, and I don't dare to eat more."

The Iranian Saint recalled Tedalaf's appearance and spoke to Kuria. While talking, he took out a green bun.

"Oh hehehe, except myself, this is the first time someone compliments me on how delicious my cooking is."

Kuria looked very happy, covered her mouth and smiled like a lady, and then asked

"Hey, where did you get this? At first glance, it's not as delicious as the food I make."

"Yes, yes, Sister Kulia's food is the most delicious." Iran Saint bit the bun and responded vaguely.

"So, where did this thing come from?"

"Well, I created it myself."

"Wow, you can still create things? Even our gods can't do it."

"Well, after all, I am a descendant of the Creator, so it's only natural that a Celestial Dragon can create something."

Iran Sheng bit Xia Jiba while biting the bun.

"Celestial Dragons? Descendants of the Creator? So you are not human?" Kuria asked curiously.

"Well, you can't say that. The Celestial Dragons are also human beings, or they are not very good humans."

Speaking of this, the Iranian saint couldn't help but think of those contemporary stinky young people, shook his head and sighed.

"So you are very strong?" Kuria asked in a low voice, looking hopeful for some reason.

When it comes to this, the Iranian saint is bragging about 13, and he is so energetic that he opens his mouth.

"That's for sure! Let me tell you this, I, Lao Yi, can go thousands of miles away if he somersaults. That means he is invulnerable to fire and water."

"Haha, that's really awesome." Kuria covered her mouth and chuckled.

"That's right! I'm not bragging to you, I am the Great Iranian Saint￥...≈ap;"

In this way, Iran Saint's empty island life kicked off with his "truth" and Kuria's echo.

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