One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

The Constantine family's boat finally left the Holy Land and headed towards the windless zone.

On the deck, more than 20 crew members stood on the deck and were doing their own things meticulously. Even if there was nothing wrong, they were still looking around vigilantly, not daring to be careless.

They are both male and female, with the characteristics of various races, and their appearances are very different, but they have one thing in common, and that is that their right arms are branded with the hooves of the Flying Dragon!

They sailed quietly on the sea, no one felt bored, and there was not even much communication between them.

They did not deliberately cover up the Tianlong people's marks like other slaves. Instead, they took the initiative to tear off the sleeves of their right arms and exposed the marks to the sun!

They are the results of Iran Saint in the past few years, the dead soldiers he has carefully cultivated!

In the first few years, the young Iranian Saint was weak, pitiful and helpless to the world. If it were not for the existence of Tedalaf, he would have been "protected" by CP0 even in the villa!

So he could only go to auctions from time to time to buy back some slaves.

In fact, training these slaves is a very simple matter, and it does not even require Iran Saint to do anything.

Because these slaves have experienced abuse by human traffickers, they have a certain degree of servility.

The Iranian saints only need to show up from time to time and pretend to be well-intentioned, as long as they understand two things.

First, life is in the hands of the Iranian saints, and life and death are not up to them.

Second, the Iranian Saint is a stern but kind master.

In this way, the buff called "Stockholm Syndrome" can be triggered.

The rest will be left to Tedalaf, who will give them a sense of responsibility, pride, and belonging.

In this way, the Iranian saint finally gained some power of his own.

Although it sounds a bit cruel, Iran Saint didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. At least it gave them the motivation to live, right?

To borrow a sentence, it's not Iran's fault, it's the world's fault!

Sooner or later, the Iranian saint will let the world understand that if you have mud in your mouth, who will give you a bag of rice? !

The boat was still sailing on the sea, and a sentence suddenly came to mind on the silent deck.

"Someone! Navy!"

The sound came from a lookout standing high above.

On the deck of the "Navy", a human swordsman with a long sword on his waist held his chin and thought.

He is the temporary captain of this ship, and it is his responsibility to reach Nine Snakes Island smoothly, for the sake of Great Iran!

"The navy is approaching. It looks like it is a vice-admiral-class warship. It must have regarded us as a suspicious ship!"

The lookout shouted again, interrupting the swordsman's thinking. Coming closer? That being the case

The swordsman's sword was slightly unsheathed, Lieutenant General?

The swordsman's sword was sheathed again.

Soon, the Constantine family's small boat took the initiative to approach the navy warship.

The two ships slowly slowed down, and finally their bows came together.

On the warship, a figure jumped down and landed on the deck of the boat. The white cloak on his body fluttered in the wind, and the word justice was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"I am Lieutenant General Mole, please state your identities!"

"We are servants of the Constantine family, responsible for transporting gold from heaven to our master."

The swordsman walked up to Lieutenant General Mole and said this. As he spoke, he pointed at the flying dragon's hoof on his right arm.

"In that case, excuse me!"

Lieutenant General Mole seemed to have thought of something and said quickly, planning to leave.

"Don't you need to check it, Lieutenant General?"

"No, no, I'll leave first if there's nothing else."

Lieutenant General Mole seemed to want to leave here quickly, as he spoke, he took steps to leave.

"Wait a minute!" the swordsman shouted quickly.

"Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'll leave first," Mole said, but his steps didn't stop at all.

"Of course there is something! Lieutenant General," the swordsman quickly followed the mole, grabbed his cloak, and then said

"In the name of the Constantine family, please help us escort the heavenly gold together!"

The mole paused. He knew there would be such a rude request, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to sigh and said

"destination?"

"Windless Belt, the Daughter's Kingdom, the owner's name is Constantine Iran."

Seeing the familiar appearance of this swordsman, Mole understood that this was a trap waiting for him to jump out of.

"I understand, I need to report to my superiors to change the route!"

Mole said solemnly, took out the phone bug and dialed Marshal Warring States.

Seng Guo, who was sitting in the Marshal's office, frowned slightly when he heard Mole's report, but he had no choice but to agree.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong’s brows did not relax.

The Tianlong people actually chose to live in the Daughter Country just for beauty. After thinking for a while, they didn't come to any conclusion.

He turned his chair and looked up at the plaque behind him. He looked at the flying phoenix-shaped characters on the plaque: "Justice reigns over the world."

Warring States sighed heavily. Recently, there have been more and more strange things happening in the sea.

On a sunny afternoon, in a remote corner of Nine Snake Island, loud curses kept coming from

"It's already the third day! Why are you still so useless? You can't even do 2000 push-ups?! Then I'll punish you by doing 5000 squats!"

Iran Saint looked at Enelu who was lying on the ground and scolded.

"No, I can't do it anymore, let me take a break." The scarf wrapped around Enilu's head was completely wet with sweat.

"Get up and continue! This is how I exercised back then. I couldn't find anyone to supervise me. Now that you have such good conditions, why don't you know how to cherish them!"

Iran's Holy Hate cursed, and while cursing, he walked over and kicked his ass twice.

"I can't do it anymore, I have to use the method you mentioned!!!"

"Have you thought about it? I'm not sure if it will work. I can only say hold it back and don't elementalize it, otherwise it will have no effect!"

"waaaaaa!!! Holy Iran!!! I don't care about this!!!"

"Zizizizizizi~"

If the Iranian Saint were to know about the series of dirty operations of his boat, then he could only say that he is worthy of being a slave of the Constantine family, that's enough!

Pack a cabin of special supplies and run to the Navy Headquarters Vice Admiral for escort? This is simply a crazy temptation on the edge of death.

At this time, the Iranian Saint was looking at Enilu lying on the ground with a funny look on his face.

Seeing him twitching all over and foaming at the mouth, the Iranian Saint slapped his feet again in disgust.

Who dares to believe that a person with the ability of the Thunder Fruit has electrocuted himself? !

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