One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Just as the Iranian saint never knew when he was drunk, he also never knew when he fell asleep.

The heartless Iranian Saint had a long dream after being drunk.

The dream was gray, and he was standing on the rooftop. The black clouds above our heads rolled in layers, eventually turning into a huge vortex.

Looking around, no one else was found. Just everything dark and dilapidated.

Gray ruins, red graffiti with blood. My chest feels tight and I feel inexplicably irritable.

He wanted to tear something to pieces, but there was nothing. No matter how angry the wild dog was, he couldn't turn around and bite its tail.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the center of the vortex in the sky. It's very weak, but it's like a drowning person seeing a straw.

He wanted to touch the light, but it was too high.

Fortunately, a rope was lowered in the light, and a section of the rope fell in front of him.

He grabbed the rope and climbed up, but the distance between him and the light did not shorten at all.

His body became weaker and weaker, and the cold at high altitude froze his limbs.

Finally, he could no longer hold the rope and fell from mid-air.

He landed at a crossroads where pedestrians were coming and going.

People walk here holding their hearts, with bright red blood flowing down their palms.

The wind blows and flows from everyone's fingertips.

Their hearts were slowly taken away from the heat, gradually cooled, and finally stopped beating.

People looked terrified and helpless, with tears streaming from their eyes, trying to put their heart back into their chest, but it could no longer connect to the blood vessels and resume beating.

Finally, someone closed his eyes and threw away his heart. Throwing away that heart was like throwing away a boulder, and my steps became brisk.

Seeing this, more and more people began to throw away their hearts, and they could finally walk on the streets easily!

They are lucky that a person without a heart can still live.

They dance, they go crazy, they laugh at the ignorance of those who are still holding their hearts.

It's just a heart. If you throw it away, you can walk freely in this world, and your soul will be destroyed without any damage.

The scene changed and he appeared in a gray world.

The gray earth is as perfect as the first birth, and every step cannot leave a trace here.

Hard and desolate, with nothing and no idea where to go. It's very strange here, but it feels very familiar at the same time.

Simply sitting on the ground, looking up at the gray sky, looking at the thick clouds waiting.

He knew exactly what he was waiting for, clearer than ever.

Finally, a streak of white light flashed through the black clouds, and the unreal sky seemed like a curtain being drawn open.

The light is just a crack in the curtain, as the curtain slowly opens.

What it brought him was a full, eternal clear sky.

He looked at it dreamily, with tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes. The sun was shining in front of his eyes, but his body was still under the dark clouds.

The black clouds slowly began to rain, and he came to his senses and ran towards the sunshine.

He screamed loudly, but the rain wrapped around his feet.

The clothes on his body were soaked in the mud, and he no longer looked forward to the sun. He dragged his soaked body and looked around, hoping to find a place to shelter from the rain.

A boy appeared on a hillside in the sun, and a curtain of clouds separated the earth.

On one side there is mud and water, on the other side there is sunshine and flowers and plants everywhere.

The boy waved to him, and he walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand reverently, and hooked the boy's finger.

Crossing that boundary, the sun above your head is dazzling and gentle.

I looked back at the black cloud, and it turned out that he had not followed.

Will the black clouds move with me? Jiang Chuan finally relaxed and lay comfortably on the grass, looking at the perfect sky.

It turns out that the sky has played a huge joke, and this boundary has always been here.

He relaxed, lay down on the grass and fell asleep slowly,

Iran Saint slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and rubbed his eyes.

He got up and got out of bed and walked towards the deck. As soon as he stepped on the deck, he heard Whitebeard's hearty laughter.

"Ku la la la, a girl is appointed to the Shichibukai? There are so many talented people in the sea!"

Saint Iran's ears twitched and he walked over quickly. Seeing a pile of newspapers on the table, he also took one.

Sure enough, the largest section of the newspaper read "Exciting news! The world's most beautiful woman has been appointed as the Shichibukai!"

Below is a biography and photos of Hancock.

He gently touched Hancock's photo with his hand, a crazy smile on his face.

"Hey, isn't this the bird walker?"

"As expected of a bird walker, he did something like this to a photo so early in the morning."

"Eh~ It's so disgusting, so perverted."

Hearing the discussion, Saint Iran raised his head curiously, wanting to see who the bird-walking brother everyone was talking about was.

Which kind of god dares to be more prominent than the Great Iranian Saint? !

As a result, he found that everyone was looking at him

Phew~ Fortunately, it turns out that the only one with such a famous name is myself! The Iranian saint could not help shouting

"Why am I the walking bird guy?!" Ding, complaining energy 50

"Did I do something weird to the photo so early in the morning?!" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

"Who gave me the nickname??" Ding, the complaint energy is 50

"Hey, little brother, don't you remember? You were very beautiful at the banquet last night."

A five-meter-tall giant man with a bruised and swollen face looked at the Iranian Saint with swollen eyes, and there was a light of resentment in the gap.

"Eh, Jozi? Who beat you up like this?!"

The Iranian saint was also shocked when he saw him like this, and couldn't figure out who dared to commit murder on Whitebeard's ship.

It's okay not to ask. When asked, Jozi's eyes became even more resentful, as if the Iranian saint had done that without paying him.

"Hahaha, little bird walker, don't worry about these insignificant things."

Sachi, who was combing his hair in a plane, answered.

"So, why did I become the bird walking guy?" Ding, complain energy 66

"Oh? Brother, have you forgotten? Last night you performed a show in front of everyone, which you called "Walking Birds under the Moon"."

At this time, Marguerite came over with a cup of fruit.

(﹏)~ Even the Iranian Saint couldn't help but blush, but Margao hadn't finished speaking yet.

"After you finished your performance, the atmosphere was really hot~" Margao first made a reminiscence gesture, and then continued slowly.

"As for Qiaozi, maybe the atmosphere was too hot at the time. After you untied your belt, George was taken over by you.

Sigh~ You don’t need to be responsible for this. Speaking of which, everyone present is also responsible. After all, we are all brothers~"

As he spoke, he walked up to Iran Saint, reached out and patted his shoulder, acting like a good brother for life.

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He had no doubt about the authenticity of this matter. After all, only he could say the words "walking birds under the moon"

His neck turned mechanically in Jozi's direction little by little, and he shouted unwillingly:

"Then why is his face so swollen?!"

Margao took a sip of juice, looked up at the clouds in the sky, and happily gave the Iranian Saint a fatal blow.

"Well~ who knows, maybe you are too rude, little brother~"

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