Save the world from Luffy

Chapter 297 Location
"Kumasi~ why do I always feel abandoned."

The aggrieved Princess Mononoke sat on the edge of the boat. She was able to turn into a ghost. She was one of the fastest recovering victims among the victims of drag racing.

Looking at the trio with three swords combined (the pendant Mikita is always there), an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart.

A faint scent of flowers came to the back, "After all, he is an idiot."

"Robin~"

Perona threw herself into the arms of her best friend Robin, buried herself in her chest and shook her head from side to side, wagging her ponytails like a coquettish little girl, but she was not small, no matter what. It's all.

"Am I a little redundant?"

The originally eccentric Princess Mononoke felt inexplicably uneasy at the moment, and had been very happy with her for the past two years, but at this moment, after seeing the battle below, a feeling of emptiness suddenly appeared in her heart.

It's like... something is missing.

"Nope."

Robin shook his head.

"But Sauron doesn't even take me out to play."

Turning her head to glance at the battlefield below, Perona's big eyes glistened with tears.

"Hehehe~" Robin covered his mouth and chuckled, "If that's the case, should Nami, Hancock and I divorce that idiot?"

Not counting Nami's unstable but able-boosting combat power, and Hancock's level-destroying petrochemical ability, after Robin stayed in the Revolutionary Army for two years, the Huahuaguo that was deeply excavated was in the dragon Absolutely patiently assisted by deep research.

How can a father not care about his own daughter-in-law? Even if it may not be necessary at all, there will definitely not be any omissions.

Whether it is used to beat the son, or beat the son, or beat the son, as a dragon who wants to make up for his failure to fulfill the duties of a three-good father, this must be done seriously.

Even if he borrowed someone's hand to fulfill his father's long-cherished wish, he would have absolutely no objection. The level of fanaticism was no less than six hundred days of continuous overtime work.

But fighting is not her, or they need to care too much.

Although Perona didn't know all this, but from Robin's eyes, Perona saw a little dunmi.

It's just because of the army of ghosts that she holds in the palm of her hand, which is as gorgeous as stars, but cannot escape.

With the same "ability", she can read Robin's unspoken but expressed meaning.

"But Sauron is different from Luffy."

"So we are different." Perona, who was holding Kumasi in her arms and shaking her legs on the railing, was a little disappointed.

"If it's the same, it's bad." There's no denying it, but Robin doesn't think the same as Perona.

"The path that Sauron walks has never been walked alone. Before you came, he has been carrying something, and what he is carrying has been completely merged with him."

"He is a swordsman with three swords. Every sword is his power. The him you see now is the complete him."

"That"

"I'm not even more redundant."

"But that's just fighting. A complete life is not just about fighting. What you need to bear is much heavier than mine. At least I have two people to help."

Robin winked mischievously, and the look made Perona's cheeks blush slightly.

Unlike Mikita and Guina.

As a pendant, Mikita has a low sense of existence, but she is the closest and most dependent on Sauron. She has found all the satisfaction in the swordsman for the lack of life, so as a pendant, she is willing to give Everything about oneself, to obtain the power that can help him without becoming a pendant.

This was the case with the kilogram fruit in the past, the same with the amber afterward, and the armor fruit today, just because she didn't want to lose this hard-won, safe warmth that filled her heart, for fear of losing the warmth that brought her warmth. dependent object.

So she turned into the swordsman's sharp blade, the swordsman's strong shield, and was inseparable from it.

As for Kuina, when the swordsman shouldered the sharp blade named Hedaoyiwen, the fate of the two had quietly merged at that time, and they would never be separated again.

Including now, the swordsman can no longer restrain the influence of the terrifying ghosts and gods on him when he loosens the blade he clenched tightly in his mouth. Every famous sword has its own unique power.

Qiushui can absorb the power of other swords to strengthen himself. The word "Wadou", which is as famous as Qiushui, is a soul-suppressing sword that can calm the soul. Sauron's ghost energy was discovered by Sauron because of the existence of "Wadou". , the ultimate power that belongs to you.

He let go of the Soul Requiem Knife clenched in his mouth, and held Kuina's hand. The pitch black infiltrated by pure white was the swordsman's clear eyes with the red glow removed.

"What about me?" Perona asked herself softly.

A scene flashed in her eyes.

She walked in front of the three of them, and she was the eyes of the three road idiots looking for the right path.

She scratched Kuina's nose and picked up the bowls and chopsticks that were always accidentally broken.

She poked her waist and announced in a grand manner that she asked the servant Sauron to try the poison quickly. This is a new dish she just learned.

"What an idiot." Perona chuckled, and let go of the thousands of stars in her hands, and the mischievous laughter of "clucking and clucking" scattered around with the scattered ghosts.

"I wouldn't be able to live this day without me~"

"Humph~"

But Princess Mononoke, with her twin ponytails, still hugged Robin like a little child and acted coquettishly in her arms. After a long time, she raised her head and turned into a bulging face.

"What a useless servant, isn't it, Kumasi."

"Hehehe~" Robin watched with a smile as Perona penetrated the wall and entered the kitchen.

"Would you like some bear biscuits? I made black tea."

"Okay."

After Robin turned and left, the "卌"-shaped slash pierced the sky, and the rock palm that was thrown into the air failed to escape the pursuit of the tail after it was broken.

Manipulating the silk thread to barely let go of the thunderous knife light, the scratched left arm was smeared with a dark tattoo, and the place where the black air passed was repeating the pain of the broken arm countless times .

"Ghostly"

Unlike the howling subordinate, he denied the existence of injury, and his absolute will cut off the substantive murderous attack brought about by the swordsman's illusory slash. The pitch-black ghost energy disappeared in the boiling, and the lost left arm was regained master.

The king who will bear everything in the end will not succumb to this murderous spirit, even if he has never reached the peak and touched the only throne.

"Wake up"

He opened his hands, embracing his world that had turned into threads.

He played with tens of thousands of white silk threads in his hands, weaving a pure white ocean wave.

(End of this chapter)