One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

It was already noon when Saint Iran woke up, the sky was bright, and Hancock was no longer around. He should have gone to the practice room.

After breakfast, he was uncharacteristically not in a hurry to go to the training room.

Instead, he sat on the sofa in the living room and crossed his legs.

He took an unnamed fruit from the fruit plate of the maid next to him.

The Iranian Saint's gaze inadvertently swept across the maid's face. Oh, the Iranian Saint actually knew her. Isn't this the Princess of the West Sea?

He smiled sideways at the girl and nodded to express his gratitude.

Princess Xihai trembled all over and almost died on the spot from fright

The Iranian Saint took a bite of the fruit and said to Tedalaf while chewing the pulp.

"Tedalaf, I remember there is a CP0 member at home, what is his name?"

"It's Kalfa, Master."

"What about others?"

"Oh, he said he was ordered to protect you, the master, so I arranged for him to go see the gate."

"Haha, you are such a clever little guy." Ding, the complaint energy is 60

"It is truly a lifetime honor for me to be praised by you! A few years later, when I hold my grandson in my arms, I will be proud to tell him that my grandpa was..."

"Stop!" Iran Saint interrupted him quickly. This licking dog is really hard to guard against.

"Go and call Kalfa, I want to see him. Well, I'll wait for you here."

"Please wait patiently for a moment, I will bring him over as quickly as possible, Master."

Iran Saint was eating fruit boredly and looking around.

"Hey, are you sick?" Iran Saint asked.

I saw the Princess of the West Sea next to me, her body trembling slightly at this time, her pupils narrowed, her breathing slightly heavy, and there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

As soon as the Iranian holy words finished, "Clang!" the silver tray in Princess Xihai's hand fell to the ground.

At the same time, there was a sound of the girl falling to her knees "Plop~".

Iran Sheng was a little stunned, and for a while he was a little unclear about the situation in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I was the wrong master, I'm sorry xn" the girl cried softly, sobbing mixed together.

Two men in black stood behind her at some point, each holding an arm and trying to drag her away.

Just walked two steps

"Wait!" came the voice of Saint Iran.

Two men in black stood still. Turn around and face Iran Saint. He let go and threw the girl to the ground without mercy.

Tsk tsk Master, is he going to deal with her personally? There was a good show to watch. The man in black thought so.

The Iranian Saint stood up and walked quickly to the girl, stretched out his hand to help the girl up.

The girl was very obedient, but kept repeating "I'm sorry" with a look of being spoiled. It can be seen that the power of the Iranian saint is as heavy as Mount Tai. (I won’t bear the blame for Iran’s Holy Spirit!)

The living room was unusually quiet at this time, with only the girl's low sobs and apologies left. Except for Iran Sheng, everyone else didn't even dare to breathe.

"Ta-ta~" Saint Iran stepped forward, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the quiet hall.

Iran Saint picked up the fruit plate and picked up the fruits scattered on the ground one by one.

Iran Saint lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

"Hey! I said, you dare to go out of the house when you are sick, do you want to infect me?" The Iranian saint walked up to the girl with a tray and asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't"

"Shut up!" Iran Saint's soft drink interrupted the girl's plea for mercy.

"As a punishment, you are not allowed to eat today. Also, you must eat all the fruits you soiled! Go back to the house and reflect."

The Iranian Saint waved his arm impatiently, and then added

"By the way, let the doctor go to her house to see how she is doing! If you are infected, I will chop you all into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

Iran Sheng walked back to the sofa with a sullen face. Others in the hall were even more energetic and engaged in what they were doing, for fear of arousing Iran Sheng's anger again.

"Ah, what a great and merciful master, your mind is as majestic as the sea"

Tedalaf returned to the hall at some point. This time, the Iranian saint surprisingly did not interrupt him, because the Iranian saint had no intention of listening to what he said at this time.

The Iranian Saint knew that he was wrong, but it was not the Iranian Saint who was wrong, but the Tianlong people!

The Celestial Dragons do not express kindness to the world, because no matter how kind the smile is, as long as it comes from the Celestial Dragons, it is an extremely ferocious smile!

Iran Saint sat on the sofa and thought for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt a little cold for no reason, so he hugged his shoulders and came to his senses.

He raised his head and looked at the strong man in front of him who was only slightly shorter than Tedalaf. Open your mouth and say

"Kalfa? I want to learn the Sixth Form of the Navy."

"Huh? The Sixth Marine Style is a physical technique that challenges the limits of the human body, so it requires a certain foundation, sir."

Kalfa was a little surprised and thought carefully about his words.

"What kind of foundation? Do I need to do a test?"

"Well, let's do this. Punch me with all your strength, my lord."

"Oh, okay." Iran Saint stood up from the sofa, walked to Kalfa, took a horse stance, raised his fist, and twisted his waist to gather strength. Power surged along his spine, and he suddenly punched Kalfa in the abdomen.

After being fully charged, this punch exerted the strength of the Iranian Saint.

"Hmm~" Even with Kalfa's physical ability, he took two steps back after receiving this powerful punch and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The Iranian Saint was a little surprised at first. He thought that Kalfa would use weapons or iron blocks to defend himself.

After a second thought, he realized that he was afraid that the force of the shock would hurt him.

Kalfa was even more surprised than Iran Sheng. He knew that Iran Sheng had been practicing recently, but Iran Sheng had only recovered from his serious illness for less than half a month. Before, he was just a kid who was not as good as an ordinary person.

Is the bloodline of the descendants of gods really so powerful? Kalfa asked himself in his mind.

After taking a few breaths, the pain in my abdomen eased. Kalfa spoke.

"Master Iran has initially met the conditions, but I still recommend that you continue to train your body. It is a bit too reluctant to practice the Sixth Form of the Navy under such circumstances."

"Barely? Extreme? What I like most is to challenge the limit, hahahaha." The Iranian Saint laughed wildly when he heard this.

Kalfa looked down at the young man in front of him. His height was only just above his thighs. But he is such a little devil, his small body bursts out with amazing courage while laughing wildly.

This is the courage that a man can only show if he is extremely confident and proud in a certain field.

This reminded Kalfa of a legend spread among the Celestial Dragons.

House of death, Constantine!

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