In the world of pirates, you are crazy and yelling at others

"Eternal life? Does eternal life really exist in this world? Immortality, immortality, birth and death? Isn't that something that only God can do?"

Whitebeard stopped holding the bowl to his mouth, squinting at the smiling man sitting in front of him.

"Yeah, immortality experiment."

Roger sighed.

“In the Valley of the Gods battle, Rocks went there for the things taken away by the navy, but he also discovered a secret experiment hidden on the island.

In the chaos of fighting for the treasure, the navy realized that something was wrong and took the initiative to join forces with me to deal with him. "

"That island is not only a carnival island for the Celestial Dragons, they also imprison many rare races on the island as slaves. Among them, the last few bloodlines of the legendary Lunaria tribe, a tribe of gods, are also there, and inside There is a woman named Arnia, who exists as the mother body of the immortal experiment."

The two had finished talking about Rafdrew and started a new topic.

Whitebeard put down the big bowl in his hand and landed heavily on the ground, "Arniya?"

He seemed to recall a very distant memory.

Roger looked at him, "What's wrong, have you heard of it too?"

Whitebeard shook his head, "Not only that, Arnia saved my life when I was in a shipwreck. I never thought that hearing her name again would be like this."

The white beard is tainted with some sadness.

Just a few years after he went to sea, the pirate ship was capsized by waves. He was separated from the crew and was rescued by a little girl on the beach of an island.

When he went to the island again many years later, Arnia had disappeared.

Thinking about it now, her family must have been on the way to escape at that time, so she saved him.

If it was because of his identity as a pirate that his family was exposed, then he was really guilty of a heinous crime.

Whitebeard sighed deeply, is fate really such a trick on people?

"I didn't expect such a fate, I'm sorry." Roger also felt very sorry, "But I'm not talking to you about her, but about her child."

Whitebeard's eyes flickered, "She must be the little girl on your boat... When I saw her, I did feel familiar."

He couldn't help but think of the three arrogant children on his boat during the battle with Roger.

They cooperated tacitly in the battle, and even bullied the little guy on his ship to tears.

"Hahaha, with such a fate, I can make a request to you, Newgate, can you help me protect her after I leave?" Roger said with some cunning.

Whitebeard: "You mean, the immortal experiment back then was successful?"

Roger nodded, then shook his head.

"It was not successful back then. Now, it should be half successful. But I am worried that after her identity is exposed, it will attract the attention of the world government. She is my child, and children are the weakness of parents. Newgate, you understand this better than me. .”

"So, just think of it as a favor."

Whitebeard was not stupid and sneered: "Brother, you owe a lot of favors!"

Damn Roger, he really acted recklessly!

He has tricked him many times!

Roger would probably not be able to return the favor.

But he also owes a favor to the little girl who saved him back then...

"Just think of it as your promise to me. If you don't recognize her as your daughter, no matter what, I can choose a son-in-law on your ship!" Roger poured a pot of good wine.

Whitebeard was so angry that he cursed loudly: "There is no one on your ship!"

"Hahahahaha, it's not a loss for me to cast a wide net!" Roger said it was just a small problem, raised his bowl and made a toast.

"Roger, you are so thick-skinned!" Whitebeard clinked glasses with him.

"Arranging a way out for her is the last thing I can do for her. I just want one more person to protect her."

"This is really a heavy father's love!"

"Hahahaha, I hope this love won't be a burden to her!" Roger looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter echoing in the empty woods.

The leaves fluttering in the wind swayed and finally fell into the pool, causing ripples.

"The stillborn child of Arnia, the experimental mother, is alive, but the mother's nutrition is no longer enough to satisfy her growth. Lord Satan, would you like to take it out for living fluid culture?"

In the laboratory, a group of mad scientists looked at the weak heartbeat traces on the equipment.

Smiling in relief.

They trembled and looked at the man in front of them carefully.

Sitting on a chair nearby, there was a tall, thick-haired man with an old face, his narrow eyelids raised.

He nodded slightly, "Take it out, this is the seed of immortality, and plant it in the safest place."

The scientists nodded in agreement and stretched out their scalpels towards the woman lying on the cold mechanical bed.

Sartan glanced at the busy servants, then picked up the phone and left the laboratory.

"Using the special bloodline of the Lunaria clan and combining it with our own bloodline to cultivate people, will the immortality continue?"

"Although he was revived, there is no guarantee that he will survive tonight. Next, he will be injected with the blood of many races. If he dies, then we can change the direction."

"Is it okay? Peter, that is the only bloodline of your family's remaining children."

"Everything is for our future. It is an immortal tool and the power of eternal life. It is also its honor to sacrifice for this."

"The vessel specially appointed by your lord is worth it even if you die. The Muse will not have any objections."

On the other end of the phone, the voices of the other four people discussing were heard.

Satan stood on the high wall built by slaves and looked coldly at the busy ants below.

After the rain, the sky clears up, and the rainwater accumulates on the road.

The leaves of dead trees fell inside, and the small pool rippled.

Sartan slowly said: "Then name it The body of the Immortal, code name 9."

Abbreviation: TI-9.

The ninth body, the body of the immortal.

.......

"Stop that crazy woman, she stole the key to the laboratory!"

An anxious shout came from a certain neighborhood in the Valley of the Gods that was managed by the World Government.

A woman wearing tattered clothes had a weathered face and was sweating profusely as she shook off her pursuer. Her eyes were extremely empty, and she was holding a keychain tightly on her chest with both hands, panting.

The person coming from the side kicked it over and the key was thrown out.

"Ah ah ah! Give it back to me, give it back to me quickly, that's what my child needs, and my child is still waiting for me." The woman spurted blood from her mouth and didn't care so much. She knelt on the ground and crawled towards the man. Grab him by the pants.

"I beg you, let me take my child, take her away!"

The low and hoarse cry was hoarse, and the woman lay on the ground, like a crow weeping blood, losing its auspiciousness.

The man kicked her away.

"Your child died and was aborted when he was three months old. I think you are going crazy thinking about your child!"

The woman shook her head frantically, "No, no, my child is not dead, not dead!"

She knelt on the ground and crawled over, grabbing the man's trousers again.

The man in the white coat who caught up glanced at him and took the key from the man's hand with a cold look.

"She stole the key and went to steal the experimental subject. TI-9 is the experimental subject that adults are most concerned about. It is different from the other eight failed products! If something happens, we will all die!"

"Put her in the slave house!"

"Yes, yes, let's go."

The woman was kicked away again.

Just when several strong men came forward to drag her away.

A man wearing bloated clothes appeared and scolded them, "Wait a minute, she is mine, you can't take her away!"

"Don Quixote, Saint Homalus, you are letting your slaves run wild!" the man in the white coat said dissatisfied.

Homalus stood in front of the woman kneeling on the ground, "That's my business too, I bear all the blame myself!"

When the people around him saw this, they couldn't say anything, "You will regret this!"

A group of people left angrily.

Homalus knelt down to support the somewhat crazy woman, and said distressedly: "Arnia, your child... is really dead. I heard from them that the child had been thrown into the fire. "

"No!"

Arnia stared with her eyes pleading for mercy, and tears of grief flowed from her eyes.

"I haven't met my children yet, they won't let me."

She clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, her already dead heart beating continuously.

"But I heard it."

"It's crying! It's crying!"

"She's crying!"