One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

The bloodshot eyes in Saint Iran's eyes slowly faded away, he exhaled a breath, stood up and walked out of the room.

"Huh? Tiger, aren't you sleeping?"

"The Holy Lord of Iran, what was he so domineering and domineering about just now?!"

Tiger finished this sentence intermittently with trembling lips, and cold sweat could not stop flowing down his cheeks.

"Uh, did I leak the domineering aura just now? I didn't remember using it in the room." Iran Saint tilted his head and said in confusion.

"Sure enough, it's you." Tiger said excitedly first, then lowered his head and said calmly as if he thought of something.

"I sensed it just now when I was sleeping. I thought something happened to you, so I came out to take a look."

"Oh, by the way, do you have the Amazon Lily pointer?" Iran Saint asked.

"That mysterious island in the windless zone? Sorry, I don't have what you want here."

"What about the ones on Chambord Island?"

"I have this, please wait a moment, I will go to the house to get it for you."

Soon, Tiger came out of the house, handed Iran Saint a permanent pointer, and asked

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, the Fishman Country is beautiful, but I don't belong here after all."

"How could it be? Didn't you already say that the Fishman Country is your territory?" Tiger said quickly.

"Hahaha, you're right." The Iranian saint looked at him in surprise. This was a bit unlike what Tiger could say.

Without thinking much, he walked towards the compound and turned back to Tiger.

"Protect this country well, Tiger!" After saying that, he rushed into the air with green tail flames.

"Protect this country well?" Tiger murmured to himself while standing on the ground.

"Only one person in a million possesses the domineering aura of a king. With your qualifications as a king, will you be the hope of the Fishman Kingdom?"

Iran Saint flew towards the highest point of Mermaid Island, and suddenly, as if he thought of something, he floated in mid-air.

Should I say goodbye to Amy? Forget it, I really don't have the face to see her again. Iran Sheng thought a little awkwardly.

As he lowered his head and thought, the corner of his eye glanced at a place

Mermaid Cafe Iran Saint had always thought that there was no such cafe at this time, so I didn’t pay attention.

However, Shirley, the shop owner here, is 19 years old this year, just one year younger. Since she is no longer a child, it is not shameful to ask her to tell her fortune.

Iran Saint thought silently.

In fact, he usually doesn't want to do divination or anything, even if Shirley's divination accuracy is 100

He felt that this was an act of cowardice against fate, but at this time, the Iranian saint was more curious about whether Shirley could divine the fate of his "traveler"

I stood at the door of the coffee shop while thinking about it. After thinking about it, it would be better to go through the back door.

After walking around for a while, I finally found the hidden back door, opened it, and walked in.

"Who's there?!" He asked in a very calm voice as soon as he walked into the house.

"I'm here for divination," the Iranian Saint looked at Shirley behind the curtain and said softly.

Shirley is relatively large. She is sitting on the sofa at this time. She has short purple hair under a purple hood. Her purple bangs cover half of her cheeks. She holds a pipe between two fingers. It looks like Mysterious and elegant.

"Oh? Then what price did you pay?" Looking at the blond man who came to divine in front of her, Shirley asked with interest.

"When the divination is over, you can make an offer." Iran Sheng naturally wouldn't tell her. In fact, he didn't even have a dime.

Shirley flicked the cigarette rod twice. She wanted to refuse, but somehow she looked at the scarlet eyes of the man in front of her and said something strangely.

"Okay, please pass me the crystal ball behind you."

Iran Saint nodded, picked up the crystal ball and handed it to her.

The transparent crystal ball reflects the figure of the Iranian saint. As the crystal ball emits lavender light, his reflection on the crystal ball gradually becomes blurred.

Finally, the figure of Iran Saint disappeared from the crystal ball, and at the same time, Shirley's eyes slowly closed.

After a while, Shirley opened her eyes again, took a puff from the pipe and said

"Sorry, I won't charge you this time."

"Sure enough, can't you predict my fate?" the Iranian Saint said, but there was no trace of disappointment on his face.

"It's not that I can't interpret the scene I saw."

"Oh?! What scene?" Iran Saint asked curiously.

"I don't know where that is, the future I see is

The sky is filled with black clouds and thunder and lightning, and the earth is covered with blood and flames. Standing in front of a building that I have never seen before, you stand in a sea of ​​scarlet and I don’t know what your expression is. "

"That's it, I understand."

Iran Sheng nodded, turned and left. As for what she said, Iran Saint didn't understand either.

But it doesn't matter whether he can understand or not, he has already gained a lot.

It turns out that my own destiny also has a trajectory, and this trajectory has also changed as I traveled through time.

Otherwise, the current Iranian saints will either die suddenly for many years or raise pigs in Mariejoia. There will be no scarlet blood and fire.

He took out the shampoo pointer from his pocket and looked at it. It turned into a green light and passed through the double-layer bubble film of Fishman Island, heading towards the sea!

about 5 hours passed

"Bang~" A green light broke through the sea surface, creating quite a momentum.

"Wow~" The raised sea water fell back to the sea surface, making circles of ripples.

Is it noon now? Saint Iran looked at the sun above his head and thought silently.

He looked at the pointer of Shampoo Island in his hand, chose a direction and then disappeared.

Soon, a mangrove forest floating on the sea appeared in the sight of Iran Saint.

Bubbles floated on the green grass, and floated to the pink canopy of the trees. There was a "bang~" sound, and water mist dissipated in the air. Through the sunlight, small rainbows appeared.

I have to admit that Xiangbo Island is also a very beautiful place.

The entire Xiangbo Island is made up of the roots of mangroves floating on the sea. The resin secreted by the roots of the mangroves when breathing expands in the air to form bubbles. This is the charming scene in front of you.

Each tree trunk is marked with a number, and different number intervals represent different areas.

The Iranian Saint in mid-air just glanced at the numbers and then passed through the air. As a Tianlong, he was certainly no stranger to Chambord Island.

Although it's beautiful here, it doesn't look new at all.

Iran Saint tried hard to remember the number of the bar that Reilly and Shaqi found.

No, No. 13. The Iranian saint was flying above the tree canopy while looking at the numbers on the tree trunks.

Soon, Mangrove No. 13 was found.

The area around the roots of a single mangrove tree was not too large. Although he didn't know where the bar was specifically, but just wandering around casually, Iran Saint still found the place he was looking for.

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