One Piece: Musou Nami

"What nonsense are you talking about? You just have a fever, how could you die?" Chen Namei comforted Michita, while carefully folding a wet towel and placing it on Michita's forehead.

As soon as she saw that she had a fever, Chen Namei checked Michita's body and found traces of mosquito bites on her thighs.

It's not very obvious on my fair thighs. This made Chen Nami feel more and more that Mikita had replaced the original Nami in some places.

"Nami, am I really not going to die?" Michita stretched out her hand.

"Is it true that he won't die?" Luffy, an idiot, has no eyesight at all.

Chen Nami held that hand. It was also very fair, much fairer than her own, and more beautiful than her own. Michita often wears gloves and often holds an umbrella instead of a weapon. Unlike Chen Nami, after holding Xiang Tianxiao for a long time, calluses formed on the palms of her hands and the tiger's mouth.

"No, don't think too much. When you get to the next island, I will find you a very powerful doctor." Chen Namei continued to comfort. She found that Mikita was actually an extremely insecure person.

Her eccentricities and her jokes are just ways for this woman to protect herself.

"Ah."

"Also, don't wear such a short skirt next time. This time is a lesson."

Since you are extremely insecure, why would you wear such a short skirt?

"Yeah." Michita hummed softly, and then couldn't bear the heavyness of her eyelids and fell asleep.

……

"Get up and still sleep. I spent a lot of money to buy you here, not just for you to sleep."

Snapped.

A stick hit his calf, and the severe pain made the man on the hay curl up. He didn't open his eyes, but his thin eyebrows were close together.

"Get up quickly, can't you hear what I said? Could it be that I bought a deaf person, and that won't work now." The person who did it was a fat woman, wearing a white apron with oily flowers around her waist.

The people on the hay were immediately dragged up by force.

"What are you doing? You hurt me." The person who was pulled cried out and opened his eyes at this time.

She was wearing a dress that had been washed white, a head of yellow hair that was no better than hay, and a pair of cloudy eyes that looked like people around her felt like there was a curse attached to everything.

When the fat woman saw these eyes, she waved her hand in disgust and threw the person to the ground.

"So you're not deaf. I called you several times, but you didn't get up. You thought you were at home." As she said that, the fat woman in front of her hit the girl's leg with a stick again.

"It hurts me so much." The girl shed tears and instantly understood who the person in front of her was. "It's you, the vicious proprietress of the bar."

"Vicious boss lady? How dare you scold me." Another stick. "Repay me for being evil. If I hadn't bought you, a yellow-haired girl like you wouldn't have survived outside for three days. Let me tell you, there are a lot of pirates out there. If you meet them, you will immediately become A soup from their pot.”

"No, I'm not on the Golden Melly ship." Michita regained some consciousness and saw that she was about to be slapped with a stick, so she subconsciously used her ability.

The stick hit the calf firmly and immediately left a mark on the calf.

"My ability." Michita looked at her palms, which were so small, and then looked at her body. Memories from ten years ago came flooding back.

"Why did I go back ten years ago?" No one could answer her.

The pain in the calf was extremely real, the tears flowing out were extremely real, and that disgusting face was extremely real.

"Why are you staring? You girl are not stupid, are you?" This made the fat woman feel that she was at a disadvantage, "No, I want to find that person to retreat."

But where to find people, the trafficker who sold Michita would have already taken the money and ran away.

"No, I can't suffer this loss. You work for me."

Michita started working for the fat woman because of her inner fear and she did not dare to resist. She thought she would never see this person again. She thought that even if she saw this person again, she would be able to laugh, sit on this person, gain weight little by little, and then watch this fat woman keep whining and begging for mercy.

How happy my heart is.

However, now that Michita cannot do this, she actually allows herself to go back to ten years ago, and appears in front of this fat woman without the ability to resist.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

There was no deviation from what she remembered. Michita had worked for the fat woman for three years, and she was now 15 years old.

On this day, Michita was dragged up by the fat woman. She woke up when the fat woman came in, but she still couldn't escape the fat woman's drag.

Then a basin of water was poured over, soaking Michita from head to toe.

Michita breathed with her mouth open, and suddenly realized why she was being trained by this fat woman to become a bar dancer.

"No." Michita started to run away, running wildly, regardless of the fact that she was wet and that she didn't have any shoes on her feet, she wanted to escape outside.

If it was just simple work, Michita could do it, but not the dancer. Because Michita knows that as long as the price is right, the dancer is no longer a dancer.

Soon a man appeared in front of Michita. He opened his hand and hugged Michita.

"Mikita, I will protect you, you don't have to worry."

Michita would not believe this man's lies, because this man was the son of a fat woman, and he just wanted to get close to her because she was beautiful.

"Let me go, let me go."

"Mikita, trust me, I won't let anything happen to you." The man whispered in Michita's ear.

If Michita had not experienced what happened next, she would have indulged in this gentle tone.

"I've provided you with delicious food and drink. If you still want to run away, let's see if I don't break your legs." The fat woman rushed up with a stick.

"Mom, please don't do it."

"No, I'm going to break her legs. I originally planned to dress her up beautifully, and I prepared such a beautiful dress for her, but this thing actually wants to run away. She's just an underfed girl. White-eyed wolf.”

"Mom, please, Michita is just scared for a moment."

The fat woman looked at her son and then at Michita in his arms, not understanding what was going on.

"Okay, then for the sake of my son, I'll spare you this time. Michita, you'd better be obedient." Finally, the fat woman threw away the stick in her hand.

What a thick stick.

Michita no longer struggled, how could she just walk away like this? She was no longer as powerless as she was three years ago.