One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"So, the reason why you are like this is because you rushed too far forward when you hit me?!"

"It's like this," Jozi replied seriously.

"Don't you feel ashamed??"

"I think it's very reasonable." Jozi looked at Iran Saint with innocent eyes.

Previously, because of everyone's serious nonsense, the Iranian saint went further and further down the wrong path of misunderstanding.

Finally, the Iranian saint expressed affectionately that as long as he had a bite to eat, he would not be hungry until Qiaozi.

As a diamond straight man, Jozi couldn't bear it anymore. In order to restore his innocence, he told the Iranian Saint what happened last night.

Because there are so many flaws, Iran Saint no longer knows where to start complaining.

After giving these fools a disgusted look, he walked to the edge of the deck, held on to the railing of the Moby Dick, and looked at the seaside scenery.

From time to time, he lowered his head to read the newspaper in his hand. His long golden hair was blowing in the sea breeze, and a pleasant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's so beautiful~" the Iranian Saint sighed, not knowing whether he was talking about the sea or something else.

"Yes, it's so beautiful." A huge shadow enveloped the Iranian saint, and a white-bearded sigh came from behind.

I saw Whitebeard squinting his eyes and looking at the sea, with a complicated light in his eyes, and said softly

"In this beautiful ocean, everyone can find the treasures they want, and there are countless people's dreams."

"What about you? Uncle Whitebeard, what do you want?"

The Iranian Saint raised his head and looked at Whitebeard's face. He actually knew his answer, but he just wanted to hear it again.

"What I pursue most in my life is a family!! Ku la la la"

Whitebeard laughed at the sea, his face full of pride and pride. This man was qualified to be proud, because he had found his own "treasure" on the sea.

The laughter lasted for a long time, and finally, after having enough laughter, Whitebeard spoke again.

"Life is actually very complicated. I am very attached to my homeland and hate those who destroy my homeland, but there are very few things I really want."

Whitebeard said calmly. This sentence seemed to be addressed to the Iranian Saint, but also seemed to be addressed to himself.

"So little Iran Saint, what do you really want?"

"What do I really want?"

Iran Saint lowered his head, thinking about this problem that he had never thought about, and thinking about his decadence and loneliness when Hancock wanted to leave him that night.

I thought of the pedestrians kneeling on both sides of the street as I walked, and of the Princess of the West Sea who was frightened to tears by her smile.

Think back to every bit of this world.

Whitebeard looked at him quietly from behind. This man was surprisingly patient today.

Finally "I want to see the beauty of this world, I want to become an ordinary person!"

The Iranian Saint raised his head, looked at White Beard and said this.

"Ku la la la, do you want to become an ordinary person? This is really a wish I have never heard of."

Whitebeard smiled, then sighed softly

"What a luxurious wish."

"Yeah" Iran Saint held on to the armrest of the big boat, first murmured to himself, and then continued.

"So, let's see all the beautiful places in this world first!"

"Ku la la la, you kid is really insatiable, you even have two dreams!"

"Well, I'm helpless too. Let's set a small goal for ourselves first." Iran Saint shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

"So, is this female doll also a beautiful sight that you want to see?" Whitebeard pointed at the newspaper in his hand and said.

"No, Uncle Whitebeard, this is my only love!"

"Ku la la la, kid, don't you still want to say that you are an infatuated man?"

"Of course! Alas, you old bachelor won't understand. That's the most beautiful scenery on the sea!"

Thinking of that beautiful face, Saint Iran's face was filled with a smile unconsciously. Looking at Whitebeard's unbelievable look, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Kill you brat!" Whitebeard raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face. He ignored the Iranian saint's cry of pain, his eyes showed tenderness, and he said leisurely.

"I think about those days, Dad, I also had a beautiful youth."

"Hahaha" was the only response to him from the Iranian saint laughing.

"You bastard, although you have never acknowledged me as your father, in my heart, you are already my son, Ku la la la."

"Hey! You will be beaten to death if you talk like this, okay?" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

The two chatted for a long time on the boat while enjoying the sea breeze. One after another big bumps appeared on Iran Sheng's head.

night falls

A banquet was held as usual in the cabin of the Moby Dick.

"Hey! Don't steal my drink, Daddy Hundan!!"

Margao protected his wine glass with one hand, and pushed away the approaching white beard with his other hand.

"Ku la la la, give dad a drink, don't be so stingy, Margao!"

"Hey! Dad, you are so shameless!"

Another exclamation resounded in the noisy cabin, and Sage was seen angrily glaring at Whitebeard and saying.

It turned out that while Whitebeard reached out to Malgao's wine glass with one hand, he took away his wine glass without Sachi's attention.

"What does it matter? Sachi, go cook when the wine is gone. Dad, I'm supervising you, Ku La La La."

Iran Sheng's eyes were also a little blurry. Looking at the double images in front of him, he shook his head vigorously and staggered out of the cabin.

"Hahaha, the Holy Prophet of Iran has retired."

"You're such a bad drinker, tsk tsk."

"Hey, hey! You've gone too far. Don't provoke him any more, otherwise the Holy Brother from Iran will walk the bird under the moonlight for you to see, hahaha."

"It doesn't matter, the Iranian Saint is a responsible person, right Jozi? Hahaha."

Listening to the rude words that kept reaching his ears, the Iranian Saint turned around and gave a fierce middle finger, and left the cabin amidst the laughter of everyone.

Finally, after leaving the noisy cabin, with the sea breeze blowing by his ears, Iran Sheng felt much more comfortable and walked crookedly back to his lounge.

Although his head was dizzy, Saint Iran decided to record today. He took out a wrinkled notebook from his arms and revealed a green pen to write on it.

"August 1512, 7 in the Haiyuan calendar"

This is my second day coming to the Whitebeard Pirates.

Home? It's a feeling I've never felt before, but I'm not lazy yet. It's indeed something that Whitebeard should spend his whole life guarding.

I even had a moment, okay I admit, not just a moment. I want to stay here forever and want to be called Daddy Whitebeard.

Oh, so shameful. Even writing these two words in a notebook makes me feel ashamed.

But I can't. Being a Celestial Dragon will definitely bring them trouble.

Best of all, I had my own adventure!

But it is undeniable that I am indeed lucky to meet them! "

The Iranian Saint closed the notebook, carefully put it in his arms, lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

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