[One Piece] Tianlong people can't say no

Something is really wrong with the guy.

But he didn't explain, so I had to follow him to the restaurant.

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Marco:

Marco was lying on the bed, next door was a little girl whom he had known not long ago that made him want to get close at a glance—although the other party claimed that she had grown up for a long time.

why?

After living for more than 30 years, he felt such a subtle feeling for the first time.

After feeling the attention of others, he wanted to see who was looking at him so unscrupulously and boldly, but found that it was a beautiful woman (it is not an exaggeration to say a girl.)

Even though it was the first time they met, Marco was absolutely sure that the beautiful and enthusiastic red hair was not the color that Constancia should have.

She is more suitable for a more dazzling and pure... golden color like herself.

Like her clear golden eyes.

He parted from her with joy.

In order to explore the spontaneous impulse, he took the task of finding a drug to help his father alleviate the side effects of the Zhenzhen Fruit and came to the sea area where Constantia was most likely to be encountered.

He was lucky.

Marco stood not far away and silently watched the woman with red wavy hair embrace the standing Jianhao intimately, his eyes darkened.

Greet her, invite her to dinner, test her relationship with Hawkeye, seize the time to subtly close the distance, and repeatedly test in front of the emotional line before she reacts.

Phoenix Marco is one of the smart people of the Whitebeard Pirates, but it is also the first time he has used his smarts in such a place.

He couldn't sleep at first, and his mind was full of Constancia's slightly red face after getting out of the bath, her still wet curled light-colored eyelashes, her neckline wet from the water in her hair, and her delicate collarbone.

He thought of the always clear and transparent golden eyes on that expressionless face, and the sentence of retention that came out unexpectedly, and he felt hot in his heart.

Then he had a dream.

The blond girl who descended from the sky had an overly beautiful and familiar face, and he let her ride on his back and sent her to find the red-haired Shanks.

In the next 11 years, the Whitebeard Pirates gradually got acquainted with her, and his eyes always lingered on her.

But Marco clearly knew that the man—the red-haired Shanks had been spying on the girl.

The other Constantia's dependence on Shanks is palpable.

But in the dream, he still didn't confess his heart, and the dream came to an abrupt end at the moment he chose to give up.

Marco opened his eyes with complicated emotions. It was pitch black outside, and the wall clock was ticking at five o'clock in the morning.

This dream has no ending, but Marco has some premonition in his heart.

What made him feel even worse was that he couldn't control his emotions. He seemed to be possessed by him in the dream just by dreaming, and the moment he saw Constantia, his emotions surged up and down.

Marco couldn't help but want to get close to her, but he sighed silently as he watched the visibly frightened woman.

Be a guest

In fact, Marco returned to normal after leaving the elevator, but I still remember his strange behavior just now, which made him unable to let go of his hands and feet.

He sighed: "I'm really sorry, but what I said just now was serious. Feelings are something that people cannot control... I hope you will forgive me for my impulsiveness."

His expression was very sincere, I thought he was really a cultural person, and shook my head and said it was all right.

To be honest, the current situation makes me very confused.

I have never been in love at first sight in my first 26 years of life, Marco was the first to say it!

I thought it was only me who fell in love with others at first sight...

Thinking of my tragic unrequited love for Mihawk, I couldn't help but ask: "Marco, what do you like about me? It's...why fell in love at first sight?"

Because of my experience, I was very careful what I said to Marco for fear of hurting him.

Marco put down the soup spoon and wiped his mouth.

"The first time I saw you, I liked you very much." Marco and I are very similar but not the same.

When Mihawk and I confessed our love, we directly shouted at people: "I fell in love with you at first sight! I like you!" Balabala and so on are very straightforward.

Marco was frank but still maintained a bottom line, a way of talking that allowed me to understand his feelings without embarrassing me too much.

This is probably the art of speaking. I don’t know if Mihawk would be more willing to accept me if I confessed like this.

He chatted with me a lot, and it was really novel that I received a signal from a suitor for the first time.

But I also realized the disadvantages of Marco's art of being too talkative. I was dizzy and agreed to the suggestion of going to the Moby Dick with him while chatting with him.

It wasn't until we got to the port that I broke away from that energy: "Wait, wait! Are you sure you want to take me back to Moby Dick? Not so good...I don't underestimate Whitebeard, but... "

"It's okay. Dad won't worry about this kind of problem." He smiled very confidently when he said this, and his words also revealed his pride in Whitebeard and the Whitebeard Pirates and the domineering power of the sea emperor.

I silently lowered my head and covered my nose.

Sin, sin, why do the men around me seem to be so good.Alas~ I am naturally beautiful and charming~

I thought we were going by boat to the Moby Dick, but Marco's blue firebird had me on his back.

I wanted to refuse at first, but Marco's eyes were extremely persistent, as if my refusal would cause him much harm, which made me very embarrassed.

"Can't it burn people?" I lay down in the blue flames, feeling that my life had been sublimated.

I am also a woman who has ridden a phoenix!It's not a bad trip!

"My fire is the inflammation of healing, there is no temperature."

But I feel that the fire is cool and comfortable.

"Marco is a doctor?" After getting an affirmative answer, I was briefly stunned: "It's amazing...the doctors on the Three Emperors Ship are all so strong..."

I tried my best to recall the amount of rewards offered by Marco that I had seen before, but I only remembered a bunch of 0s.

Marco answered my questions from time to time, and he didn't overreact when I politely rejected his confession. Instead, he chuckled and said to me, "Let's be friends first."

Full of guilt, I agreed.

He took me to fly over the boundless sea, over the islands with their own characteristics, and in the pure sky, so high that I could touch the clouds.

I saw the sky high, the sea vast and the boundless wilderness and desert, and those fields and elements that had lived in the books since I was a child and lived in the dream of my inherited world kept passing by.

I buried the lower half of my face on the back of the condensed bird, the wind made my eyes a little uncomfortable, but I still kept my eyes wide open.

I thought my hair must have been messed up by the wind, but I was so excited.

"Great." I murmured softly, "Fortunately, I came out."

There's nothing wrong with being wild.

I looked at the huge whale-shaped ship that was getting closer and closer, and I couldn't hide my heart.

One day, one day!

One day I will be free to go wherever I want!

The moment I boarded the Moby Dick, I received countless curious and probing eyes.

I remained calm.

Before I came to the port, I specially put on some makeup on myself because there might be more spies here in the Three Emperors—speaking of which, because my own makeup skills are really not good, in the end, Marco personally helped me do it camouflage.

So humiliating.

I don't even want to ask why Marco, a man, has anything to do with makeup.

Marco was standing next to me, and as soon as he changed back to human form, someone started to tease: "Marco, you went out and blamed a little girl for coming back!"

"Marco is incredible~"

"Is he an adult? Don't mess around!"

I also felt this style in Shanks... It is indeed a pirate.

I used to follow Marco to the sitting white beard who can be seen at a glance.

Whitebeard Edward Newgate, I paid a lot of attention to him because of Roger at the beginning—although it was only superficial.

Standing in front of him at this moment, I couldn't help saying with emotion: "You are so tall."

This remark was a bit hasty, and I even felt that some people beside me had become vigilant and dissatisfied.

White Beard looked at me for a while, then laughed out loud.

I listened to his "ku la la la la la" with a blank face, and turned around and tugged at Marco's sleeve.

Marco also smiled and shook his head at me: "Don't worry."

White Beard took a sip of the wine, sucked, the wine jar was big enough.

"Marco, where did you bring back a little girl?"

I clutched Marco's sleeve: "I'm not a little girl, I'm already 26 years old."

"Huh?!!!" Surprised everyone around.

"Really? It doesn't look like it at all, little girl!"

My face was expressionless and my heart was extremely cold: "Really 26."

Marko then introduced me to Whitebeard and the others.

"It's so tender, it's enviable." I accepted these compliments indifferently.

"White Beard Sang, you have a sense of majesty when you smile." I can feel that his attitude towards me is okay, but is it worthy of being called a king?Even this kind of laughter is full of domineering.

I want it too, as soon as I open a domineering... I guess it's impossible.

"Little girl is very sharp." He briskly put down the wine jar.

Looking at the tall man in front of me, I felt for the first time that the times seemed to have changed for too long.

"I remember that you used to have long golden curly hair." I said such a sentence without thinking, which surprised everyone else.

"Sia met Papa before?" Marco brought a stool for me to sit on.

"No, I just saw the reward order...