One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"What are you going to do?!"

Saint Savaros quickly stepped back and covered his chest. There seemed to be undisguised panic in his somewhat neutral voice, mixed with a little excitement? !

"Saint Savarros, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, why have you fallen like this!"

The Iranian Saint said sadly. As he spoke, he raised his arms and wanted to give him his favorite big mouthful.

"Wait wait wait what happened to me?!"

Saint Salaros said that he had just eaten and did not need Saint Iran to be so polite. He dodged and said in confusion.

"Saint Sararos! As my little brother, you have disappointed me so much!" Saint Iran said as he chased and beat him, hating the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"The head can be cut off! The blood can be shed! A man wants an anus or a mother! Look at how you look now, I can even walk crazier than you!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! What a man, I am a woman!"

The bedroom became completely messy during the two men's fighting. Saint Savaros hid behind the sofa and looked at Saint Iran and shouted.

"Ah?!" Iran Saint's raised arm stopped in mid-air, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You're a mother, you're a woman?"

"Do I even need to say this? Is the Holy Brother of Iran a fool?"

Savarros shouted with his hands on his hips, and while shouting, he walked towards Iran Saint.

"Don't call me big brother, don't come here!!!"

Iran Saint was completely confused. He held his head in his hands and staggered back.

What's wrong with this world? The brat you beat up for several years suddenly turns into a big girl when you grow up? Could this be the th transformation of men?

Suddenly, the Iranian icon remembered something, pointed at Savaros with a trembling finger, and said in a trembling voice

"Then why do you call yourself Saint?"

"This is obviously a decision made by the Holy Brother of Iran without authorization!"

Saint Savaros, oh, no, it should be said that while Palace of Savaros was speaking, he looked at Saint Iran as if he were looking at a fool.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is," the Iranian saint said with an embarrassed smile as his mouth twitched.

"Hahaha, it's getting late now. Savaros Holy Palace, you can sleep here first. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow, hahaha."

"Eh?! Are you sleeping in the room of the Holy Brother of Iran?"

Savaros Palace, who had always been tough, suddenly became shy after hearing the words of Iran Saint. He lowered his head and twisted his body.

But when she raised her head again, there was still the figure of Saint Iran in the room.

"This big idiot!!!"

The exquisite high heels stepped heavily on the floor of the room, and then its owner fell down on the bed and rolled over.

Faced with his sudden change of gender, the Iranian saint couldn't accept it and ran away through the window in his pajamas.

"We promised that we would grow up together as sweethearts and sweethearts. How come you have grown into a childhood sweetheart?"

In the dim night, Iran Saint walked on the deserted street, murmuring to himself with a wry smile.

The looming lights in the dark night illuminated the shadow of Iran Saint, and the dark streets stretched his shadow very long, like a lone wolf traveling through the city.

Is it necessary to ask where the Iranian saint is going at this time? In this situation, of course he wanted to seek comfort to soothe his young heart.

So, the Iranian Saint went to find his last solace, the god punching bag Enel.

"Enilu!~ Come out and play!"

Shouting like this, he kicked down the door of Enilu's house.

"If you don't go, don't disturb my rest, mortal!"

Enel yawned and walked out of the bedroom without even looking at the poor door.

"What's the point of sleeping? Let's go out and play!"

Enelu leaned against the door frame, raised his dead fish eyes slightly, picked his ears with his little finger, and said lazily

"Isn't it just that I found out that my brother when I was a child was a woman? Why do you feel so disappointed?"

"Huh??? You even know this?"

"Stupid mortal, is there any corner of this island that can escape my eyes? Yeah hahaha"

Enelu folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, laughing, showing his white back molars.

"Tsk tsk, Enelu, you should understand that I didn't come to you just to talk about this."

"What's that for?"

Enelu asked in confusion.

"Of course it's to play some exciting games, like punching to the flesh."

As he spoke, Iran's holy eyes drew a red trail in the dim night and rushed towards Enilu.

"It's better not to give it up," Enelu sighed helplessly.

Because they were in the room, both of them took very measured shots, and soon

"Ah~ I feel comfortable~"

The Iranian Saint let out a contented sigh, lay down heavily on Enelu's bed, put the word "big" in his mouth, and held a red cigarette in his mouth.

"Why are you so swollen and pouting?"

A voice came from the corner of the bedroom, and the words were very unclear. With the faint light, I could see Enel leaning on the corner with a pig's head on his head, helpless.

"Not bad, Enelu, you can fight me back and forth with just your physical skills."

Iran Saint, who could not see any scars, was lying on the bed smoking a cigarette and praising the service of the Enero technician.

"If there's nothing wrong, don't stay here. I'm very tired."

"Oh, okay." Hearing Enilu's complaint, Iran Saint quickly sat up from the bed and grinned at him.

"Enilu, which room should I sleep in?"

"In the end, I have to rely on it. Okay, come with me."

Enilu sighed, took out the slippers that Iran Saint had punched into the wall, and said weakly after putting on the slippers.

In the early morning, Hancock stretched his body and walked into Iran Saint's room.

"Why is Iran Saint's room so messy? Is there an assassin?"

Seeing the miserable state of the room, Hancock's hazy sleepy eyes suddenly woke up.

Looking around vigilantly, he found that there was no sign of a struggle, and felt slightly relieved.

"Huh? Why does it smell like poison?" Hancock quickly covered his mouth and nose.

Use your feet to push aside the items on the floor, clear a place for your feet, and carefully walk forward.

"Is this women's underwear?" Hancock's eyes were suddenly attracted, and he murmured as he leaned over to pick it up.

"Does the Iranian saint have such a hobby?" Hancock looked thoughtfully at the lace pattern on it.

While thinking, he walked to Iran Sheng's big bed. There seemed to be no one on the bed.

wrong! Suddenly, Hancock saw a few blue hairs exposed in the corner of the quilt.

woman? An affair? ! ! !

Hancock's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't help but think about it. At the same time, a scene appeared in his mind.

Break up, Hancock. I'm tired of playing. After so many years, you have nothing to attract me.

In Hancock's mind, the Iranian saint hugging her left and right kept repeating this sentence to her.

"Asshole! I want to see who I am!!!"

Gritting his teeth, Hancock suddenly opened the quilt

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