[Pirate] Warm Waltz

Wayne, who was carried off from the arena, was directly sent to a small dark room behind the chapel deep in the palace. His legs were only connected by skin and flesh, and the bones were too broken. Can amputate, permanently disabled.The only thing that can save him at this time is some hidden power of the Don Quixote family.

"...Hmm..." There was a thin weeping sound in the dark depths of the corridor, the sobbing sound of a girl.

The blood at the break couldn't stop, and Wayne lying on the stretcher was pale. His body shivered from time to time due to excessive blood loss and pain, but his expression was calm.If he dies, someone will come for revenge, whether it's the trash on the field or Doflamingo, they will not be let go.

He touched his heart with his right hand, covering the tattoo, and closed his eyes under the sunglasses indifferently.

You can be with your mother when you are alive, and you can take care of Wendy when you are dead, whatever happens.

"Don't worry." Delinger, who didn't understand his heart, came with him and smiled at Wayne triumphantly: "Since the young master asked you to come here, you don't have to worry at all."

"This is the family's secret weapon."

As the surrounding light became dimmer, Wayne knew that he was getting closer to Don Quixote's real black side.

Is this really good?The dim environment concealed the weird smile that suddenly appeared on Wayne's face. He is not a good person.

On the other hand, after traveling day and night to Dressrosa, Debra felt dizzy, as if sick.Is it true that she has been raised in the palace for the past few years, but she can't bear it if she is a little busy.

Half joking and half having other thoughts, Debra laughed at herself and returned to the palace in a hurry.

Entering the villa, one can see the sugar sitting on the sofa inserting grapes one by one towards the fingertips.He went to touch the little girl's head and asked Torrebol, who was taking care of her, "Where's Wayne?"

Crawling stickily from the back of the sofa, Torrebol shook his long snot: "Hey hey hey... who knows, let me tell you, that kid is hard to manage, and he often disappears these two days .”

After receiving a grape from Sugar, the purple ball looked very cute. Debra peeled it and put it in her mouth. The nerve impulse was transmitted to the cerebral cortex, and there was a very pleasant physiological reaction for a while, just like taking drugs. Like an addiction, I can't help but want to eat a few more.

And she was not interested in things like grapes before.

Aware of her unusual reaction, Debra paused in the air with her hand that had reached out to hold another grape, and then continued calmly.

"Missing? Wayne's injury is healed? Didn't I hear that he was seriously injured that day?"

Mentioning this, Torrebol smiled proudly, dangling on the wall: "We have a secret weapon, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be recovered."

Hearing this, Debra is no longer so worried about her son's life. The Don Quixote family has a lot of things hidden, and it is entirely possible to save Wayne.

"Although I know that Dressrosa is not easy, but I still have to see Wayne to be completely at ease," Debra smiled and begged the snot-nosed man who watched the excitement: "So Torrebol, please Send someone to help find Wayne everywhere."

"Now, I have to confirm one thing first."

Torrebol watched Debra leave this sentence and left without asking a word about Doflamingo from the beginning to the end.Laughed wretchedly, waiting to see how the family would make a fuss next.

In the middle of the night, the guy who was busy with some shady work finally returned to the bedroom.Too lazy to turn on the light, he walked directly through the darkness of the room to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine and took a few sips.After taking a few sips, he realized that this bottle of "Deesse" was not his usual drink, and his eyes could not help but glance towards a place deep in the room.

While sleeping in a daze, a heat source suddenly approached beside him, turned over, and cooperated to let the opponent's arm pass under his waist, and was hugged into the opponent's broad chest.

Without any clothes, her face was pressed against his wheat-colored chest skin. Debra closed her eyes, and her voice was heavy with sleep: "Finally, I can sleep well."

His thick fingers scratched her chin. Doflamingo didn't feel sleepy after just drinking: "What does this state mean? Did you fly out and suddenly realize that you have become a canary?"

Still not opening his eyes, he only smiled lazily, and stuck out his tongue to lick someone's chest: "No one can take away the ability of an adult goshawk to soar."

The teeth clenched on a protruding place, and she didn't control the force, maybe it hurt a little, Debra felt the person under her take a deep breath.

He licked again comfortingly, and said vaguely: "It's just that I feel that something is missing on the bed this time when I go out, and I can't sleep well."

"What's missing?" With his fingers inserted into Debra's hair and stroking her scalp, Doflamingo's voice was low and hoarse, already stained with ambiguity of lust.

"Without you," he heard her say.

The author has something to say:

Ah, it was Debra who was teasing Brother Ming at the end, I couldn't sleep well because I was missing something in my bed, what was missing, and you...