Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

Naturally, there was no fight in the end.

Because Doflamingo invited Yaya and Marco to board the ship.

Although I don’t know what kind of medicine that guy is selling in his gourd.

But Yaya's martial arts are worth Doflamingo's knowledge, and her network of relationships includes pirates, the navy, and the underground world.

Doflamingo refused to be an enemy of such a character.

Needless to say, the other man knew very well what would happen to the crew members who hurt Whitebeard.

At this point, Pika has steps.

The Marco trio got a free boat.

The sexy pink Numantia Flamingo set sail again within a day of being parked in the port.

It was the first time for little Nami to ride on such a unique boat. Everywhere she looked felt novel.

On other people's territory, Yaya didn't dare to let little Nami run around, so she dragged the person to her side to protect her.

The cadres of the Don Quixote family looked at the orange-haired girl, and then at Zenia, who was looking after the calf. Although they had their own guesses about the identity of the orange-haired girl, they did not dare to act rashly.

Doflamingo, who finally returned to his home territory, leaned back on the recliner like an old man.

The maid accompanying the ship brought drinks.

As soon as he raised his hand to take it, he saw the seastone handcuffs on his wrists.

In fact, the handcuffs were initially connected with a seastone iron chain. Because of the inconvenience, Yaya crushed the iron chain into pieces, but did not take off the rings of the handcuffs.

Tell him when he will pay back the five hundred million and when he will pick it up.

Doflamingo's eyes slowly narrowed under his sunglasses as he thought of all the fucked up experiences he had had since he met this woman.

Five hundred million?

Furofurafur~

He glanced at the woman who was holding Nami's hand and being cute and coquettish with Marco.

"Touch one more time, just once, okay~"

"...Stop making trouble Yaya!"

"Aren't you going to touch her? She's so beautiful~" The woman secretly stretched out her hand and tugged at it with tears in her eyes: "Is it really not possible?"

Little Nami also looked disappointed and pursed her lips: "Can't you, Uncle Marco?"

Marco, who was looked at by two cute pouty faces, was under great pressure: "...It's not impossible, it's just..."

Marco suddenly approached Yaya and smiled softly under Yaya's confused expression: "Only the closest people can touch yoi~"

Yaya? He made a sound and pointed at himself in surprise: "Isn't it okay that we are all friends?"

Marco's tenderness was stuck, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

friend?

Does this guy know...

He covered his eyes with his palm, and a dumbfounded smile appeared on his lips.

"Is it okay or not?"

Marco was forced to put down his hand, and a rare look of seriousness flashed in his eyes: "You can't be a friend, yoi!"

Yaya's expression was bitter and she pursed her lips: "Obviously I was allowed to touch her yesterday."

Marco coughed uncomfortably: "It was an accident that time, so I can't... drive you away, right?"

Yaya's eyes lit up: "Then let's have another surprise..."

Marco:…

The man who couldn't bear it anymore reached out and rubbed the top of Yaya's hair hard.

Yaya was rubbing it and screamed: "No, no, no, little Nami helped braid her hair. If you rub it like this, it will be messy."

Little Nami on the side snickered when she saw this scene.

Mom is so cute!

Marco let go of his hand, pinched his waist with one hand, and said helplessly: "You stupid girl, do you know what the closest person is?"

"Who knows? Even friends who have had life-long friendships are not the closest friends. What else is the closest friend?"

"...The life you call is someone else's life, right?"

"So what? Are you allowed to touch me or not?"

"I'm really scared of you." Marco bent down slightly and looked deeply into Yaya's eyes: "Remember, only my wife and family can touch it. What about you? What kind of yoi is it to me?"

This time it was Yaya who got stuck.

She became visibly silent.

Marco felt her silence, and a bit of loss flashed in his eyes.

Although he didn't get along with Yaya for a long time after amnesia, Marco found that the closer he got to her, the deeper he would fall.

Along the way, he believed that he made no secret of his feelings for her...

Still not working?

Although little Nami didn't quite understand Marco's persistence, she knew the meaning of his wife and family.

So the little guy shook Yaya's finger and asked innocently: "Aren't mom and Uncle Marco the same family? Then who is Yaya's father?"

This sentence stunned Yaya.

Yaya knelt down and was about to explain something but found that her mind was empty. Except for Marco, Doflamingo and Yu Jia, she really couldn't think of anyone.

When she was looking for Nami, she didn't have time to review the book, and she hadn't bought the video phone bug yet. She hadn't recorded it for a long time, and she quickly forgot all the people she met.

She knew there was something wrong with her memory, but the only ones she could remember now were Marco and the others.

Who is Nami's father?

Who is it?

Can't remember.

Nami didn't notice Yaya's paleness and pain, so she blinked and asked again: "Isn't uncle really Nami's father? His hair is obviously about the same color."

Marco was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

Nami found her mother and was also looking forward to seeing her father, so she looked forward to asking Yaya: "Mom~ Nami also wants to see her father. I wonder what kind of person his father is?"

Yaya looked at Nami, who was full of expectation, with a flash of pain in her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly and pursed her lips: Sorry Nami, I...I don't remember who that person is.

Seeing Yaya's pain over the loss of memory, Marco finally chose to compromise.

The man pulled his hair irritably and turned his head awkwardly: "Forget it, I'll let you touch it again."

Facing two surprised little faces, Marco stretched out his hand to Yaya and smiled helplessly: "Get up first! There will always be a way to deal with memory, don't worry."

Yaya looked at the man's face blankly, and strange emotions suddenly surged in her heart.

At this age, little Nami doesn't listen to what she has heard before. When she heard Uncle Marco touching her feathers, she cheered happily.

Yaya put her hand on Marco's palm.

The man's hot temperature passed from his fingers into his heart, making his heart itch.

What a strange feeling.

For a moment, Yaya felt that Marco was different, but she couldn't tell what was different.

On the side, Doflamingo, who was silently listening to their conversation, didn't know what he was thinking. He snorted first, then asked the maid to put down the drink and leave in a bad tone.

After the maid left obediently, Doflamingo leaned on the recliner and said with a sinister smile: "You don't feel nervous at all."

The two of them, who were immersed in their respective emotions, turned to look at Doflamingo at the same time.

"Nervousness?" Yaya tilted her head, her forehead filled with questions. She obviously didn't quite understand what Doflamingo meant.

Marco smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure that in your current state..." He pointed at the sea stone on Doflamingo's wrist: "What else are you going to do to us like this?"

Yaya:? ? ?

Turning to look at Doflamingo...'s wrist.

Suddenly it became clear.

She made no secret of her surprise and couldn't help but raise her voice a little higher: "You don't even have the fruit ability and you still want to die?"

He looked up and down at Doflamingo, who looked ugly, and suddenly asked Marco next to him uncertainly: "Marco, do you want to help look into his brain?"

Yaya's tone sounded like she was worried about being blackmailed: "You won't be beaten stupid by me, will you?"

His expression became bitter: "Goodbye! I haven't got my 500 million back yet. If I beat him silly, I'll have to pay him back. It's not worth it!"

Marco:…

Doflamingo:...

You are stupid!

You're the one with a sick mind!

...You are mentally ill, why didn't you forget about the 500 million?

My Doflamingo’s brain is not worth your 500 million? ? ?

Today was another day where Doflamingo got yelled at ten times and made incoherent.