[Comprehensive] General Diary of Ouhuangcao

One day after Hotaru was brought back by Ibaraki, who did not know how many years, she suddenly disappeared one day.

Originally, she always liked to run around, and it was common for her not to see anyone for ten days and a half months, not to mention that there were so many monsters in Dajiangshan, how many of them would pay serious attention to her existence.

Except for the one sitting at the top of Dajiangshan.

In the first month and day since Yingcao disappeared, Shuten couldn't sit still.

"Where did that grass monster go, do you know?" When Shuten Doji frowned and asked Ibaraki, the other party was obviously taken aback: "She hasn't come back yet?" The handsome and tall white-haired monster shook his head The picture of the messy braid standing up and ready to ask people is so beautiful, the wine swallowed and endured, and finally couldn't hold back: "Why are they still on your head and haven't been removed?"

"Oh." Ibaraki shook his braids nonchalantly, the messy little braids made Shuten's forehead veins twitch again: "She made too many braids, I'm too lazy to take them apart."

Jiu Tun finally couldn't bear it any longer and smashed the ghost gourd across Ibaraki's face.

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Yingcao, who was telling stories in Qingxingdeng's room, suddenly sneezed.

Qing Xingdeng raised his head from among the messy papers and pens and glanced at her.

"Did you wear less?" She took a look at Yingcao's white skirt that barely covered her thighs.

The other party waved his hand, leaned against the wall without paying attention, and stretched out his two perfectly proportioned white long legs. "Where did I go?"

Qing Xingdeng shook the blank piece of paper in his hand.

Yingcao tilted her head, looked at the brand new paper for a long time, and then laughed softly.

"I've told you my story for the seventh time."

"But I didn't remember it once." Qing Xingdeng looked at the paper he had written in various ways with interest, and there was not even a single ink dot at the moment: "Neither my brain nor my pen can remember anything. live."

"...Then just think of me as a babbling lunatic. If you can't remember things anyway, then just treat them as things you shouldn't remember." She smiled and looked at Qing Xingdeng who was a little disappointed when she heard the words , but there was a disapproving expression on his face.

"correct."

When Yingcao was about to open the paper door and go out, Qing Xingdeng suddenly stopped her.

"What did you say your father's name was?" Qing Xingdeng twirled his fingers around a lock of hair, as if he was thinking about how to speak: "If you use the language to find someone, maybe it will be useful."

Yingcao looked back at her, she was standing at the door against the light, unable to see her expression clearly.

"Forget it, even if there is only one ten-thousandth possibility of calling him here, I will not bet on it." The girl who told the story seven times but carefully never said a real name from the beginning to the end He smiled and replied: "White Beard should belong to the king of the sea, he is still where he should be, that's enough."

...She was just a little bit regretful.

Having been doted on by my father for so long, standing behind him and following him for so long, but I couldn't see the real "white beard era", so I felt a bit of regret engraved in my bone marrow.

That's it.

All the memories of the sea in my mind have gradually faded, and I am almost forced to forget the reason for my regret.

"Ah." Yingcao clapped her hands suddenly, and asked Qing Xingdeng one last question before leaving.

"...Do you know where there is a liquor store nearby? It would be better if the place is closer to the sea."

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and proud, with a heroic spirit she had never seen before.

Maybe that is the unique arrogance of travelers above the sea?

The girl smiled softly and shook her head.No, this belongs exclusively to the Whitebeard Pirates.

"But I feel like I'm going to forget the reason for this pride soon... It's kind of bad." Yingcao leaned against the door and smiled, but no matter how I looked at it, I felt that the smile had a sense of unreality and illusion.

Qing Xingdeng sighed, and pointed his finger in one direction: "Go straight in this direction, maybe you can see Haifangzhu carrying his treasured wine and chatting with Yimulian wandering around."

"Oh Thank you." She waved her hand and left, closing the door behind her.

A few seconds after Yingcao left the room, Qing Xingdeng blinked slowly, then frowned at the messy white paper on his desk.

What's up with all this mess?

And what was she doing just now?

If you can't think of it, it should be something unimportant, so don't think about it.

Qing Xingdeng tidied up the random papers, while marveling at his overly stiff and tired body, he slowly got up and prepared to go to sleep for a while, and then completely forgot about these strange little entanglements.

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In the end, Yingcao still didn't follow the direction pointed by Qing Xingdeng to find the Umibozu she was talking about.She chose to hold back her demonic aura and transformed herself into the most ordinary plain-colored kimono. She stepped on a pair of clogs, bought a simple hair tie at a human market, tied her hair up, and walked with her sleeves wrapped around her. On the street, she looks like just a pretty young girl.

There was a brisk smile on the corner of her mouth, and the broken hair on her forehead swept across the girl's delicate eyebrows, her eyes were bright and lively.

——A little beauty who is as clean and beautiful as the morning after the rain.

Staring blankly at the little beauty who didn't know where she came from, the villagers stared blankly at her slender and beautiful back and never recovered.However, such a rare and fresh evaluation ended after the girl named "Firefly" calmly walked into the tavern and came out with a bottle of wine.

Many people stared dumbfounded at the elegant little beauty walking away leisurely with a wine bottle.

"...Maybe it was brought for family members?" Someone speculated.

Only the tavern owner's expression was still a little stiff - after all, he watched the girls in plain kimono smell different wines one by one, and finally picked out the most expensive and best bottles of wine in his shop.

——Like an old alcoholic who has been drinking for many years.

Yingcao doesn't care what those people think.

Carrying the wine bottle into the woods, she bent down and took off her shoes within a few steps, holding a pair of wooden clogs in her hand.

The shoes here are mostly clogs, and her feet are not used to them.

On the Moby Dick, she always wears the beautiful leather boots that her brothers carefully selected and bought, or is carried around barefoot by her brothers. After all, as Whitebeard, she loves him the most and has followed him for the longest time. The youngest daughter of her family, she always has some willful privileges.

— including drinking.

From getting drunk after just one sip and crying all over the deck looking for her brother to ask her father for a hug, to now being able to drink with seven or eight captains without changing her face and drinking with her father until dawn, she has spent a lot of effort .

The girl stopped her thoughts of reminiscing, picked up the wine bottle beside her and took a sip directly.

... The wine is fragrant and mellow, and it is a good bottle of wine.

Too bad it wasn't strong at all.

She simply poured a whole bottle down her throat, and the clear wine flowed across her lips and teeth and poured into her stomach, which did not bring the burning pain and pleasure she was most used to. The empty wine bottle was set aside.

She was laying on the grass with no image, looking at the stars in the sky, seeing the moon floating from one end of the tree above her head to the other. Song.

"Send Binks' wine to you

Like the sea breeze, riding the wind and breaking the waves at will..."

Then the girl blinked, and suddenly threw the empty wine bottle next to her finger on the tree trunk and smashed it to pieces, covering her dry eyes with her slender fingers that were slightly cold and stiff.

When doing these things, her expression is still flat.

——It can also be said to be almost numb.

... She forgot too fast.

Not only was it how to sing this song, but she couldn't even recall the smell of the sea breeze.

Headache.

She opened her eyes and looked at the sky full of stars, trying hard to recall that man's unique laughter and the temperature that belonged to her father pressing on her head.

Still, daddy, I must say it's a bit difficult.

The girl looked at the sky through the gap between her fingers, and Sora muttered to himself.

——But in fact, she can do another thing before completely forgetting.

A strange idea suddenly broke into Yingcao's empty mind without warning.

So under the hazy and cold sky in the early morning, Yingcao appeared in front of the big tengu with a slight smell of alcohol soaked in vegetation.

The handsome but indifferent man sat on a branch and looked down at her indifferently.

And the girl under the tree had a smile on her face, and her dark blue hair, which was slightly wet with dew, fluttered lightly with the morning breeze. When she looked up at herself, her eyes were focused as if she was looking at something extremely beautiful but longing for something. Unbelievable treasure.

Daitengu's heart twitched slightly when he saw her eyes.

"Do you want power?"

She held her head up, with a light and unrestrained smile on the corner of her mouth, and her tone was gentle and a bit bewitching.

Yingcao knew that she was like a psychopath who went around the Amway cult with malicious intentions.

Of course, she didn't intend to get a response from him—anyway, if she ignored him, she would replace it with another one. As long as there was someone who was willing to answer her words, she would be able to give her this whim of a "big gift" with a smile.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Ootengu actually responded to her.

"...you?" He had no expression on his face, and when he was talking to Yingcao, he was filled with the arrogant pity of a strong man: "What can you give me, mere grass demon?"

Yingcao looked up at him and raised her hand.

"--strength."

The big tengu looked at the hand that the "weak" grass demon stretched out towards him.Subconsciously, he fanned the dark wings on his back and flew down slowly.

He didn't take the slender hand, but looked at the girl's beautiful eyes suspiciously.

"How much can you give me?" He asked slightly mockingly.

Yingcao smiled deeply when she heard this, and directly grabbed the opponent's wrist.

How much can you give?

This is a good question.

"All I have now, and the aptitude of a king—" The surging and powerful demonic power, even faintly surpassing that of the big tengu, surged into his body along the place where the skin meets. The man suddenly narrowed his pupils and looked at him in astonishment. Firefly is still smiling.

And the girl stood in the vortex rolled up by her demon power, still smiling.

"This is 'Domineering'..." Mo Lan's long hair was rolled up by the turbulent flow of demon power, and it was flying wantonly in mid-air. Yingcao's slender fingers tightly clasped the slightly trembling wrist of the man at some point, further Increased the output of demon power!

Big Tengu gasped: "——you are crazy!"

"Ah... I'm crazy. If I wasn't crazy, I wouldn't be able to do such a thing."

She laughed softly: "It's because I'm crazy that I know that I can't keep these things no matter what... Instead of letting them disappear in my blood a little bit, it's better to let this power be with you. leave a trace."

"Since I can't do it, please inherit this power instead of me."

Hotaru squatted down and patted the face of Daitengu, who was a little dizzy because he was forced to accept the demon power mixed with his own domineering, and left these last words in his ear.

"...Who the hell are you?" He grabbed her wrist in a daze and asked hoarsely.

She slowly pushed aside the big tengu's fingers and stood up.

"Who am I? I am Yingcao, just an ordinary...little grass demon."

What she left behind this time is the unrestrained arrogance that belonged to pirates in her bones at the end, and her arrogance, her passion, and the persistence and belief that she had stubbornly clung to for almost a lifetime, were just in line with the mellow wine and the fragrance of wine on the Moby Dick. The past of the taste of the waves was wiped out from her life together, and the remaining part was entrusted to another stranger who didn't know anything.

From then on, the pirate's past has nothing to do with her.