Starting from the pirates, the brain hole exploded

"how about you?"

Having said this, Mihawk roughly guessed what Shanks was thinking. He raised his head with a half-smile, "You guy...should be on this list, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to Bring me this newspaper to read.!"

"Haha, of course!"

Shanks laughed heartily, "Well, you see for yourself, I am the sixth one on the list. 35.5 seconds, although not as abnormal as Mr. Garp, but it should still be an amazing record!"

Mihawk's eyes moved slightly, and he quickly found the corresponding ID in the rankings. Then he was slightly startled, and his expression became a little unnatural, "Have you ever yearned for a boy?"

"Yes." Shanks fetched the wine barrel at this time, and while filling up their glasses, he smiled a little sheepishly, "Although this name is indeed a bit shameful, but the people in front of me still have to be normal. There are a lot of them!”

"..." Mihawk raised his glass and took a sip, "I thought the one in front of me was you. After all, you are from the East China Sea..."

"Hey, how could I use such an obvious nickname..." Shanks waved his hands repeatedly, "In that case, it will be easily guessed by others, and I don't want that."

"However, in these column reports, there is speculation that No. 5 is yours." Mihawk reminded lightly.

"I'm also very helpless. Who knew there would be such a guy with such a name."

When this was mentioned, Shanks was also very troubled. He rubbed his temples with a headache, "Looking at the nickname, he must be from Donghai. I don't know who he is, but if he can beat me in this aspect, I can only I think of Uncle Rayleigh..."

"Pluto Rayleigh?"

Mihawk narrowed his eyes, "Isn't he almost 80 years old? He still has the heart to play this?"

"That's because you're not familiar with Uncle Rayleigh." Shanks shrugged, "Although I haven't seen him for many years, with his character, it's still possible for him to be 70 years old, let alone his 90s. "

"Forget it, don't talk about that."

Shanks didn't seem to want to discuss the issue about Rayleigh in depth. He filled himself another cup, and then laughed and said: "Now you always know how valuable the top few of this ranking are, right? So, I can To finish sixth is something worth celebrating!"

"Indeed." Hawkeye smiled slightly.

"Come, let's drink!" Shanks smiled even more happily, "If you don't have a good drink tonight, don't even think about coming back from my place!"

boom!

There was a crisp sound of clinking glasses, and the two of them drank the wine almost as quickly as they raised their necks, and then Shanks quickly filled up the empty glasses.The two of them were drinking one cup after another, but they both had an amazing amount of alcohol. They could finish a large bucket in a short time, which shocked the bartender who would bring wine over every once in a while.

It was not until the evening that Shanks finally couldn't hold on any longer, and he lay down in front of the counter with a "pop", smelling of alcohol, and before falling asleep, he was still mumbling something about "one more drink", and finally " "Bang!" The cup fell to the ground and shattered.

"This guy……"

Mihawk was just a little tipsy, but his mind was still clear. He was speechless for a while when he saw this. He dropped a wad of bills and put it behind the counter. He lowered the brim of his hat slightly, walked through the noisy crowd, pushed open the shutter door of the pub and walked out, and gradually Disappeared into the dusk.

No one noticed his movements, it was like water droplets blending into the sea, everything was so natural, and there was no trace of a ripple.

same.

No one would notice that the moment he stepped out of the tavern, he took out a pure black phone, took a look at it, and then murmured in a low voice as if talking to himself:

"I'm only [-] seconds behind... It seems like I'm going to have to hit the mark again when I get back. It would be a bit embarrassing if I was overtaken by that guy..."

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Holy Land Mary Joa.

This is the seat of the World Government and the place where the world's noble Celestial Dragons live. It is prosperous and rich, has a pleasant climate, and is as warm as spring all year round.

The most luxurious suite in the Santa Rona Hotel.

Snapped!

Accompanied by the sound of heavy slaps, a thin and wretched man was whipped around, staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the carpet in embarrassment.

"Bullshit! Did you tell me that this is the most fun game now?"

On the purple velvet seat at the head, a Celestial Dragon wearing a bubble hood retracted his right hand angrily and roared: "What a piece of shit! I can't even hold on for three seconds, I will be smashed to death by those bullshit meteorites!" Are you deliberately humiliating this saint?"

"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding!"

The thin and wretched man just got up from the ground. He cried out in pain when he heard this. He replied with a bitter face: "It's all a misunderstanding. Your Majesty, Charlos Temple, you really misunderstood. How dare I lie to you?" This game is really interesting, but it’s also incredibly difficult. If most people can play it for one second, it’s considered a big deal. If you can play it for three seconds, it’s already a big deal!”

This flattery was much more comfortable. The Celestial Dragon known as the Saint of Charros was actually just a young man who had just turned 20 years old. Hearing this, he sucked in the snot that almost fell to his chin and asked with hesitation. One sentence: "Really?"

"Of course it's the truth!"

The thin and wretched man nodded quickly and pointed at himself, "If you don't believe me, you can let me try. I probably won't be able to last even half a second."

"Well, it seems that is indeed the case..."

Charles nodded slightly, and his expression finally softened. He took the phone bug that he had thrown aside, and after pressing the screen with his fat fingers a few times, he re-entered the game, "Huh, as expected, it was just as I expected. They are just humble descendants of a group of slaves, they cannot be compared with the great me..."

Retarded!waste!

The thin man named Smyr cursed bitterly in his heart, but on the outside he still smiled flatteringly and praised Charros, which made him have snot bubbles in his nose again.As for himself, he didn't even dare to touch the redness and swelling on his face.

There is no way, as the former prime minister of a small kingdom, after his home country was destroyed, he wandered in the sea and unfortunately became a slave of the Celestial Dragons, he was able to reach this point step by step, making Charros reluctantly treat him as a subordinate. This is already extremely difficult.

He no longer has any hope of seeking freedom. He just hopes that he can not anger this stupid Dragon Man and continue to find some interesting things to please him to maintain his current status.

"It's a pity that there are only three games in the new generation of phone bugs..."

Seeing Charros having a great time, Smythe sighed secretly.

This Tianlong man who treats himself like a dog, although he is young, is even more arrogant than his father and brother. His favorite thing on weekdays is to collect and torture women of different identities.Whenever he saw the miserable torture of those slave girls, he felt uneasy with his conscience, and he felt a bit sad that the rabbit was dead and the fox was dead.

In the past two days, due to being addicted to the various functions of the phone bug, Charros temporarily stopped searching for slaves. This is undoubtedly a matter of joy.

But no matter what, if there are only three games, it is still easy for the Tianlong people who like the new and dislike the old to feel bored. By then, I am afraid that another group of beautiful girls will suffer, right?

Thinking of this, Simai couldn't help but feel worried.

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