One Piece: The Magician

Luffy lowered his head to avoid a vicious kick, and fired back with a rubber pistol, shouting at the same time:

"Hey Sanji"

"Why are you helping that bastard? Aren't we friends?"

Luffy is a pretty good captain. First he had a fight with his own swordsman in Whiskey Mountain, and this time he was replaced by his own cook.

Sanji had a dark face and said nothing, but the attacks under his feet became more and more sharp.

"Ah hahaha, it's useless what you say now." Looking at the two people killing each other, .3 sat cross-legged on the ground and "watched the show" and looked up to the sky and laughed.

SS. Golden Week, who was silently eating senbei on the side, nodded when he heard the words, and then said: "He was hit by the red and black color of the enemy. Unless he hits his enemy, he will not regain consciousness."

"Moreover," the little painter girl took a sip of tea and said with a very firm tone: "Once he determines the target of attack, he will never change it."

"hateful"

Luffy lowered his head to avoid Sanji's leg sweep, and then crossed his hands in front of his chest to resist a fierce flying kick. From the thunderous explosion made by the collision between the two, it can be seen that that can be a blow. The kicking skills of a Neptune-like creature are truly extraordinary.

With this huge force, Luffy distanced himself from Sanji. He turned his head and looked at the giant tower of candles that was spinning rapidly, as graceful as a fancy cake. The flying wax mist had almost covered Brocki's whole body.

No, before I beat up the guy with the weird hair, I have to rescue this giant uncle first.

Just when Luffy was about to take action, a figure suddenly appeared and attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Luffy Sanji is great, you are all fine~"

"quack"

"Weiwei and Karu" Luffy tilted his head in confusion, feeling very surprised by Weiwei's arrival.But what he didn't notice was that when Weiwei appeared, Sanji, who had always had a dark face, suddenly changed his face.

"You are throwing yourself into a trap, Princess Weiwei." 3 looked at the uninvited blue-haired girl and smiled sinisterly. He put down the teacup in his hand and stood up.

Weiwei looked at the iconic strange hairstyle, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she exclaimed: "You are.3"

.3 Hehehe smiled: "God is really helping me. During the Golden Week, remember to color the candles and carve them for me."

As he spoke, the "3" on .3's head began to burn, and a large lump of milky white wax wrapped his body, forming the shape of a giant robot. At the same time, SS. Golden Week also picked up a paintbrush to paint him.

"Candle Champions Cup".3 controlled the colorful candle robot and made a somewhat shameful pose.

"So, so handsome." Luffy's eyes were twinkling with little stars.

The huge robot raised its fist high, and .3 showed a cruel smile to Weiwei: "This punch has the power to defeat 4200 million Berry wanted criminals. If you die from this move, it will be worthy of your princess." identity"

As he spoke, the huge candle fist hit Weiwei with strong wind.

嗖

A black shadow rushed towards .3, like a shooting star, like lightning

There was a muffled sound, and Sanji's polished black leather shoes were firmly stamped on .3's face. The huge force sent the entire candle robot flying backwards, knocking it down one after another. He fell into several big trees, and looking at this posture, he wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"You bastard" Sanji's exposed right eye flashed with angry fire, and he was surrounded by an extremely terrifying aura.

"Do you want to do anything rude to the beautiful lady?"

Then, the nymphomaniac cook, who was only three seconds handsome, turned to look at Weiwei with a look like a pig brother on his face.

"Ah, Miss Weiwei, are you fascinated by my handsome figure?"

"No, not really." Weiwei and Karu grinned, with dark expressions on their faces.

Bang, the half-bitten senbei fell to the ground.

ss. Golden Zhou looked at Sanji who was playing with treasures with a dull face, a pair of big black eyes full of disbelief.

Director, this script is wrong. Didn’t I promise not to attack others, but only to target enemies?

Could it be that this curly eyebrow's instinct to protect women has transcended the hints of the paint trap to him?

Sure enough, nymphomaniacs can work miracles

The wind is tight and blowing

Realizing that something was not going well, Ss. Golden Week took advantage of Luffy and others not paying attention, silently packed up his favorite painting tools, packed up the remaining senbei, and left quickly with his calves.

"Sanji, you're finally back to normal," Luffy said to Sanji with a look of surprise on his face.

The nymphomaniac cook, who was completely attracted by Weiwei, noticed that there was another person here, so he asked with some confusion:

"That's right, Luffy, why am I here talking about such a big statue?" Sanji exclaimed as he looked at Broki who was completely covered in wax mist.

"Ah, by the way, we have to rescue the giant uncle quickly."

"This is wax." Sherlock knocked on the white wall as hard as steel and muttered uncertainly.

After walking in this primitive jungle for a while, Sherlock discovered such a strange house.

He carefully pushed open the door of the house, checked it carefully with the imaging mirror, and only after making sure that there was no danger, Sherlock walked in with confidence.

"Three cups means there are three people. The black tea has cooled down, which means they have been gone for a while. Fortunately, there is this phone bug. 3" Sherlock pushed up his glasses and recalled in his mind where he got Valentine's Day from SS. information.

"Are Baroque's people here too? The candle fruit user and his partner. The other person should be the bomber, right?"

"Blu Blu Bleu"

At this moment, the phone bug with .3 printed on it suddenly rang.

"Baroque usually hands over tasks through command orders. It is very likely that the other party is not familiar with that .3 voice." Sherlock pondered for a moment and then picked up the receiver.

"Moxi Moxi, who are you?"

"I am .0"

At the same time, in Alabasta, Rainland, there was a rather luxuriously decorated basement.

A gloomy man with a slicked back hair was sitting on a chair, drinking wine and talking to ".3" in the distance.

"Really, the Straw Hats and SS. Valentine's Day have been solved, thank you for your hard work."

"The Messenger of Misfortune has sent the Eternal Pointer to Alabasta. You and SS. Golden Week will gather at the designated location as soon as possible."

Bang bang bang, there was a burst of intensive gunfire from the other side of the phone bug.

Crocodile's face changed slightly, and coupled with the scar that seemed to split his head in two, it looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

"What happened to you?"

"Really, dinosaur?"

"In short, future orders will be passed to you by means of orders. I wish you good luck, .3."

Hang up the phone bug, .0 sat on the chair not knowing what to think.

Nico Robin was sitting on the sofa not far from him. She stretched out her hand and was teasing a banana crocodile that was as big as a small boat with great interest.

The five fingers of her hands are white and slender, and the nails are trimmed just right. Such hands are a pleasing sight whether they are placed on the black and white keys of the piano or used to lift a goblet filled with fine wine. landscape.

"Are you going to die like this?" Robin murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "What a pity. I also want to ask why his glasses don't have a prescription."

"ss. all sunday" Crocodile suddenly ordered to Robin with a cold expression: "You and .2"

After hanging up the phone, Sherlock looked at the unfortunate messenger who had been shot into a sieve, pushed up his glasses, and looked a little ugly.

"The bad news is that since the two vultures and the sea sloth cannot return, the sand crocodiles will soon learn that we are not dead."

“The good news is that there is now an eternal pointer to Alabasta, and there’s no telling how long this island’s records will need to be kept.”

Playing with the eternal pointer of Alabasta in his hand, Sherlock fell into deep thought.

"Furthermore, with Crocodile's emotionless tone just now, I can't hear the slightest hint of praise for his capable subordinates. Could it be that having such a ruthless boss on the stall is a bad luck for these people? "

While Sherlock was sitting in his chair, deep in thought, the door to the candle room was suddenly opened.

SS. Jin Zhou looked at .13 and SS. Friday who were beaten into a hornet's nest by bullets on the ground in shock. Then he looked at the seemingly harmless man with glasses in the room. His little face turned pale with fright.

After being stunned for a moment, she was about to turn around and run away, but found that it was too late.

Unlimited gun control

Looking at the cute little girl surrounded by hundreds of muskets ready to go off, Sherlock calmly pushed up his glasses, and the transparent lenses reflected two stunning rays of light.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a young child in Baroque. Is this considered illegal child labor?"

"Also, do I look so scary ss. Golden Week?" As he said this, Sherlock showed an extremely amiable smile.

"Woah woah woah"

Seeing this smile and the dark gun muzzles around her, the little girl with braids was immediately frightened and cried.

Sherlock had a dark look on his face.