[ONE PIECE] How to feed birds

"Where's Spyro?" Doflamingo asked.

"She, she is no longer here!" The man made up his mind to say so, but heard several strange sounds, which were heavy and slow "ding, ding".

The sound came intermittently into the phone bug, and Doflamingo nodded slightly, judging that the sound was probably made by fingernails hitting iron, and vaguely noticed something.

The man also noticed that Spyro was knocking on the iron bars of the cage, and exposed her existence to Doflamingo. There was a muffled grunt on the railing.

Spyro looked up at the man, her face was dirty and her beautiful clothes were in tatters.The iron cage made of Hailou stone put great pressure on the capable person, and Spyro was imprisoned in the cage.

Not only the railings, but even the bottom of the cage, which the people in the cage have to touch, is made of Hailou stone at a high price. "Sparrow" is trapped in a birdcage, this kind of just right arrangement is like an irony from heaven.

Trapped in it, Spyro didn't show any pressure.Five days without food made her lose a lot of weight, and her already petite body became even thinner, and the shape of her bones could still be vaguely seen.

No matter how you look at it, Spyro is also in a situation where he is powerless to resist, or even worse, even the space for action is limited. For those with abilities, this is absolutely impossible to reverse the situation by themselves.But she was like an outsider, with a faintly sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, and a scornful light in her eyes.

"you……"

As soon as he uttered a word, Spyro coughed painfully and violently.She couldn't make a complete sound, so she could only continue to mouth: Do you dare to offend JOKER?

She asserted like this: You dare not offend him, and you dare not kill me, you can only trap me in such a half-baked way.

Even if he just mouthed words, Spyro wasted a lot of strength.She was like a fish deprived of oxygen, every time she opened her mouth to try her best to breathe air, but the effort was in vain.

She smiled, a dirty smile, like an old puppet picked up from a garbage dump.She also asked: I don't know when I will die?

correct.Spyro looked at him: Was that woman of yours killed?

The girl imprisoned in the cage wanted to laugh, but all she could do was "quack", "quack", a hoarse noise like an old blower.Spyro didn't care about his own voice, but this sentence must be said:

"Does she...know...the...evil deeds you have...committed?"

There was cold sweat streaming down the man's forehead, he pretended to have everything under control, and wanted to laugh at the sparrow's stubbornness, but thought that there was still Doflamingo on the other side.He could only rush forward and cover Spyro's mouth. The man looked back at the phone bug's expression. Spyro's voice was not loud, and he wondered if he heard it.

The phone bug imitated Doflamingo's distorted smile, and he chuckled, "I see."

"It seems that you are not going to hand over Spyro to me. Have you ever thought about what will happen if you fight against me?"

Doflamingo didn't wait for the man to answer, hung up the phone, and the phone bug closed his eyes.The man suddenly panicked and wanted to escape, but JOKER's eyeliner was everywhere all over the world, where could he escape?The man can only comfort himself: he still has the weight of Spyro, and the weight of Spyro...

Just to vent his anger, the man stretched his hands through the cage and grabbed Spyro's neck with both hands.Spyro, powerless to resist, looked at the man with half-closed eyes.After doing the same action more than ten years later, she no longer has fear on her face, but instead shows a comfortable expression as if she is enjoying herself.

Spyro grinned and laughed: You prevented that woman from becoming me to assassinate Dophy, not only because of the danger of the Don Quixote family... more, you are afraid that she will become me, right?

"You devil!"

A man may not understand Spyro's lip shape, but he can guess what Spyro said without understanding it.As if to prevent her from continuing, the man grabbed Spyro's neck more forcefully, and because he wanted to save her life, he didn't dare to attack her. Such actions can only increase the man's aggrieved feeling.

As if he didn't hear the footsteps of the god of death at all, Spyro lay on his back at the bottom of the cage made of sea floor stone, and asked the man: What are you guilty of?

The man didn't dare to listen, didn't dare to look. After leaving ten blue-purple finger prints on the girl's neck, he turned angrily and was about to leave. He heard a soft humming full of disdain from the cage behind him.

The girl's voice was hoarse like the howling of a dying beast: "Are you afraid of me?"

Although it was a question with no beginning and no end, it seemed to pierce the man's heart. He looked terrified and turned to Spyro tremblingly.Spyro leaned limply on the railing made of sea stones.

The foul-smelling blood gushed out of Spyro's mouth, and she swallowed it as a mouthwash.She chuckled: "There is one thing... I want to remind you..."

Halfway through, Spyro fell silent.She fell to the bottom of the cage, breathing with some difficulty, and was painfully weak into a ball.

The body has really reached its limit.Even though the fruit of the animal system strengthened her physical fitness, the five-day dehydration hunger strike and external beatings forced her into a bad situation.

Spyro, delirious, forgot what she had left to say.The man whose appetite had been whetted waited for a while and didn't hear the next sentence. Impatiently, he reached into the cage and picked up the little girl. The little girl had already passed out.

She herself was numb, listening to "reminder what?" Spyro paused for a while before recalling the previous memory fragment.

The nosebleed flowed down her cock into her mouth, and her lips looked particularly bright.The girl smiled again and said, "You haven't gone very far..."

Dolphy will be here soon.

The man didn't understand what she meant, so he grabbed Spyro's hair and asked "What?" His question was answered 5 minutes later, and the door of the warehouse where the goods were loaded was roughly kicked open. At this time, the man who was repairing Spyro subconsciously He turned around and scolded angrily: "Who let you in!" He saw clearly that the person who came was not his subordinate, but a blond man wearing a pink feather coat, exaggerated sunglasses, and the corners of his mouth pulled down.

"Who let me in?"

Doflamingo had blue veins popping out of his forehead, his face was facing the birdcage made of sea stones, Spyro whose life and death were unknown in the cage, and the man's hand holding her hair——

Doflamingo moved his fingers, making a crisp "click click".He repeated again: "Who did you say let me in?"

He came here alone, but even if he was alone, he could match the might of thousands of troops.

The man was covered in cold sweat, and subconsciously looked at the cage behind him, only to realize that he was still holding on to Spyro's hair. He quickly let go of his hand and rubbed his fingers as if to cover up.The man's mind is now full of "Doflamingo came here in person?!", "Didn't he care about the lives of his subordinates!" Without thinking, he blurted out: "I didn't abuse her! She didn't eat or drink...! "

The corners of Doflamingo's mouth curled up, the veins on his forehead stood out, and he moved his index finger and ring finger:

"Sparrows will not eat after being caught until they starve to death. Don't you know this kind of common sense? It seems that you are not suitable for raising sparrows."

Doflamingo paused, his eyes fell on the pinch mark on Spyro's neck, he seemed to think of something ridiculous, the laughter gradually grew louder, and finally became so violent that even the pink feathers he wore trembled slightly .

"Over the years, you really haven't made any progress."

The man was startled, wondering what Doflamingo had discovered.But he didn't have time to defend himself, Doflamingo appeared in front of the man in an instant, opened his palms, and pressed the man's face hard into the ground.

There was blood, along with several teeth, bursting from the shattered ground.

The man's extremities trembled, his hands and feet twitched and he lost consciousness.Doflamingo put him down temporarily, walked to the cage and touched the railing, and immediately withdrew his hand.No way, Doflamingo could only frown tightly and began to look for the key.

It only took tens of seconds to find the key, but Doflamingo was delayed by a few minutes because he didn't like Hailoushi very much.With difficulty, he pushed the key into the keyhole, fished Spyro out of it, and raised his finger to sniff Spyro, whose eyes were closed.

She was breathing weakly, but barely alive.Doflamingo took a step, Spyro sensed a familiar breath and woke up faintly. She was drowsy but tried her best to say: "Sorry, Dophy." Doflamingo didn't speak, and his brows frowned even deeper. , blue veins beating in the forehead.Spyro lost consciousness before waiting for Doflamingo's answer, just in time to miss the man's whisper: "Oh, the birdcage..."

"What a good idea," he murmured.

With his finger like a gun, he shot the bloodied man lying on the ground more than a dozen times and ended his life.Doflamingo walked out of the dark room and glanced at the messy corpses and blood outside, which was his masterpiece when he came.

Walking outdoors, the man supported Spyro with one hand, and Spyro leaned against his chest slumped; the other hand was raised high, countless silk threads rose from his hands to the sky, and those threads jumped into the air Scattered at a certain high point.

Numerous threads fell neatly and evenly on the outermost edge of the town, like a birdcage, surrounding the entire town.Some citizens noticed this sudden change, and stretched out their hands to the silk thread, and the sharp thread drew deep bloodstains on his hand.

There are also villagers who do not believe in evil, and throw armor and shoes at the silk thread. Without exception, they are all cut into several pieces.

No one dared to touch the silk thread anymore, they could only stay in the cage in confusion and despair.Soon, they found that what was even more desperate was that the friendly and vicious villagers they knew and didn't know took out their weapons one after another and began to massacre others.

The men were roaring, the women were crying; in the panic, someone cut down the fence, and the animals ran out in groups, fleeing in waves through the town.

I don't know how many people who couldn't escape died at the feet of animals, and I don't know how many people died at the hands of relatives and friends.

Everything started because of the "birdcage".

It was in this living hell on earth that a man walked forward unhurriedly with a sleeping little girl in his arms.Wherever he went, like Moses divided the sea, no one out of control attacked him, no one who fled rushed towards him, and the panicked crowd made room for him.

The man walked all the way to the middle of the "birdcage", and began to watch this human tragedy leisurely.He is the author of this tragedy. He needs to examine his own work, and if there is something that is not "lively" enough, he can modify it with just a few fingers.

The edges of the "birdcage" began to shrink.

Holding the little girl in his arms, Doflamingo watched the work to the end with great interest.As the hours passed and the noise died down, the man glanced back at the silk threads that made up the cage before retracting it.

Between the lines, there is just enough space for a sparrow to pass through.

The author has something to say:

The mahjong failed to single out the dungeon, and was caught by the opponent's BOSS.

The sparrow summoned his own boss.

The self-owned BOSS singled out the dungeon successfully and got the spoils [Little Sparrow].

Congratulations to the BOSS for upgrading/learning a new move: birdcage.

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The classmates around know that I like Doflamingo.I usually shout: Ah, Doflamingo's leg hair is so handsome.

Then this morning, my friend suddenly said to me: One Piece animation is done beating leg hair.I spit out a mouthful of breakfast at that time: Who is the leg hair? !The gay man next to him interjected: It's Duofran's leg hair!

...I couldn't stop laughing.

He used to call me turkey, but today...probably from now on, we will all call him leg hair (manually funny