I can bring back the dead, what does it have to do with your navy?

If Weir knew about this, he would definitely give Lao Ma a hug of love.

Lao Ma is really good at doing things clearly.

What was done was good and beautiful.

He knew that Kaji and his men were just following orders, and there were no militants among them.

That's why Marco didn't kill them.

Instead, he decided to wait until Whitebeard arrived.

If Whitebeard had killed Katakuri with that blow, Marco would definitely not have said anything. After all, this is the price of daring to take action.

No matter what your reason is.

But since he was not dead, the old horse head immediately thought of Weir.

I just gave him a connection and built a bridge for him.

As long as they still want Kaji to stand up, there is no other way except to find Weir.

He witnessed with his own eyes how badly Ka Er was injured.

But whether or not to do so is up to them.

Lao Ma has done enough...

It's a bit sad to say that Lao Ma is now the strongest among the imperial vice-chairmen except for the Red Hair Group.

But even the two guys who are weaker than him all have the domineering color.

Only he, the unlucky old guy, didn't have it... Marco was often depressed to death because of this matter.

……

"Spread your legs wider, yes."

"Huh? This feels weird. Is this really okay?"

"No problem! Just follow my instructions and leave the rest to me."

At this time, on the calm sea.

A small boat without a sail was speeding in one direction.

On the deck of the ship, two figures were pressed together.

"You need to stand steadily like this. Otherwise, you will be wobbling all over. How can you cook? It's good enough that you didn't overturn the pot for me."

Will's hand grasped Shirahoshi's arm.

Patiently explained to her how to cook.

Letting Bai Xing follow us wouldn't be in vain, she has to do something too.

Cooking is good.

But she had lived in a hard-shell tower since she was a child, so how could she cook? She didn't know what seasonings, pots and pans were.

Not to mention asking her to cook.

Weir can only teach you step by step.

The good news is that she learns pretty quickly.

I have already learned how to turn on the fire, add oil, put the ingredients in, and stir-fry.

But every now and then I would fall down.

She fell down as soon as there was a slight wave on the sea. Will couldn't stand it anymore and came over to correct her.

She didn't find fault with the fall.

Still standing straight.

"Oh, okay! Wilsama, please wait a moment, I'll be done right away."

Bai Xing's serious frown made Will feel a little amused.

"Don't call me Vilsamar, it's so ugly. Just call me Vigo!"

As he spoke, Will, who had already sat down, smiled.

As he spoke, he picked up the Coke that Bai Xing had poured beside him and took a sip.

"Huh? Oh, good Vigo Samar."

puff!

Bai Xing's serious tone made Will burst out laughing on the spot.

Okay, okay, this Samar can’t be removed no matter what, right?

This little girl is probably useless...

He reached out and wiped off the Coke that was blown onto his face by the sea breeze.

With a helpless look on his face, Weir quickly took two more bites to calm himself down.

Soon, Bai Xing brought up a plate of fried rice with egg.

And she stood aside and looked at Will with anticipation.

Will didn't waste any time, just picked up the plate and started eating.

But after taking just one bite, he almost put on the mask of pain.

Just four words to describe it.

So salty!

This is outrageous! How can it be so salty?

While thinking, Will turned his head and looked at the kitchen.

He saw at a glance that the salt jar that had been full just now was now empty.

Will, looking a little pale, slowly turned his head and looked at the plate in front of him again.

Look at Bai Xing's expectant eyes again.

Damn it!

I'm being held up!

What to do now!?

How come you, a little girl, are already imitating Uncle Huang at such a young age? What is this? It's no less powerful than Uncle Huang's bean attack!

At this moment, Will really understood!

He used to not understand why the evil Gardenia Project was launched, but now he has fully realized it.

Under Bai Xing's fiery gaze, Will nodded calmly.

"Mm! This egg fried rice! I can only say! It's amazing! I want to praise this plate of egg fried rice! It's so delicious!"

"Shirahoshi! You're a genius at cooking! It's so delicious!"

Will's expressions were unusually exaggerated, and he kept quoting a large number of classic quotes.

But after he finished speaking, he calmly put down his bowl and chopsticks and picked up the Coke beside him...

But when he heard this, Bai Xing smiled with surprise!

The little hands that had been tightly clenching the corner of her clothes finally loosened, and she clasped her hands together happily and said joyfully.

"Really? Vigosama? Is it really delicious? Then I want to try it too."

As he spoke, Bai Xing prepared to pick up the spoon and scoop a spoonful.

But looking at her expectant look, Weir finally couldn't bear to stop her.

The child is still young and this fact is too heavy, so it’s better not to tell her.

She is just getting the hang of it, so it's better not to discourage her. He didn't teach her how to add the seasonings, but she will learn it after teaching her once.

Don't hit the kid right now.

"No, no, no. This is mine, don't eat it."

After Will finished speaking, Bai Xing really stopped moving, but she kept staring at Will.

How could Veer not understand what she meant?

He put on the mask of pain again, and to be honest, he regretted it a little.

In the end, he ate it anyway, but as the egg fried rice disappeared, the wooden bucket of milk was also swallowed...

The contented Bai Xing was extremely happy.

After eating the new egg fried rice that Will made for her, she also went to the deck to enjoy the scenery.

Will, who is still drinking milk intensively, is really in a difficult situation.

Now he just wants to say thank you for your hard work...

"Vigosama! What kind of bird is that? Why do they wear hats?"

Hearing this name, Will's face darkened again.

"That's the Newsbird. Give it half your pocket money and it'll give you a newspaper."

"Also! Stop calling me Vigo Samar! Stupid ostrich!"

The exasperated Will also shouted immediately.