One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Five months passed quietly.

Training room.

"The black tiger digs out the heart, the dragon grabs the hand, the rabbit kicks the eagle, and the snake steps ~ My skin, my skin, I can't hit you, are you angry?"

There were constant gossips in the ring, and it seemed that it was another scene of the Iranian Saint fighting the three sisters.

An hour later, only Irani Sheng was left in the training room, lying on the ring with an expression of being ruined. It was really sad to see and shed tears to hear.

"Da da~" Following the sound of brisk footsteps, Kalfa walked into the practice room and said something in the ear of Saint Iran.

"Okay, I understand." Iran Saint responded, waving his hand. Kalfa nodded, turned and left.

The day has finally come. The Iranian saint rested his arms and looked at the ceiling, thinking silently.

What Kalfa told Iran Saint just now was that according to CP0 intelligence, the former empress had already started to return to Nine Snakes Island.

"Well, just the day after tomorrow, it doesn't matter if it's early or later, right?" Iran Saint murmured to himself.

In the past few months, Hancock has not asked about returning to Nine Snakes Island, as if what happened that day never happened.

It's just that Iran's Saint Jean Kalfa paid attention to the whereabouts of the former empress, and asked Taidaraf to prepare a ship that could travel through the windless zone, as well as some crew members.

The ship was easily prepared, but the empress had not yet set off.

Iran Saint stood up and walked to the bathroom. After being baptized by the water, his mood improved a lot.

In the bedroom, Hancock was leaning on the bedside, holding a thick book and reading it with relish.

The title of the book is "One Piece: Journey to the West". After telling it to her on the day of the thunderstorm, Hancock was attracted by this interesting story.

She always wanted the Iranian saint to tell her, and the Iranian saint told her over and over again. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she asked someone to record it.

What? Why don't you write it yourself? Impossible, Iran Saint said, it is impossible to code words, what kind of Tianlong people can you do if you are so hard-working?

Hancock was completely immersed in the story and was unaware of the arrival of the Iranian Saint.

"The day after tomorrow, I will send someone to escort you back to Nine Snakes Island." Iran Sheng pretended to be calm.

"Bah~" Hancock was so startled that the book in his hand fell onto his lap.

"Really?" Hancock asked happily.

"Ha." Looking at the beautiful smile in front of him, Iran Sheng chuckled, unconsciously reached out and touched the hair beside her ears, and said with softer eyes.

"Have I ever lied to you, Hancock?"

But at this moment, Hancock was so excited that he didn't pay attention to this. After hearing Iran Saint's response, he rolled around on the bed holding the quilt~

Alas~ Iran Saint sighed softly.

It wasn't until Hancock was tired that he remembered that he should tell his sister the news.

After she ran away, Iran Saint was able to go to bed, close his eyes and fall asleep.

The next day was still a calm day, and Iran Sheng also had to do what he always did.

Today, Hancock didn't know if he had the same idea and was no longer as excited as before.

An ordinary day passed, but today the Iranian saint felt that every minute of his time was so precious.

It would actually be pretty good if you spent it like this every day. The Iranian Saint thought so.

In the evening, Saint Iran came to the practice room as usual, but did not see the three Hancock sisters.

I had no choice but to return to the bedroom and open the bedroom door. I was a little surprised. The first thing I saw was Hancock's two sisters.

These two children would normally not dare to enter their own bedroom.

Although this is the last day, are you drifting away, or is it that I, Iran, Shengti, will not go under the knife?

So he walked quickly, with a narrow smile on his face and said loudly

"Hey, what's going on with you three? Why didn't you go to the ring? Are you afraid of losing to me again before we say goodbye?"

Hearing Iran Sheng's voice, the two people in front of the bed turned aside in a panic, not daring to stand in front of Iran Sheng.

As they turned sideways, they also revealed Hancock lying on the bed.

At this time, Hancock had an abnormal blush on his face, closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and covered his chest with his hands.

"That Holy Master of Iran is not who you said. Sister, she seems to be sick."

Sandasonia, who has long green hair, said timidly.

"What? Sick? Like? How did you take care of her? Why didn't you come and call me?"

The Iranian Saint was shocked when he heard this. He asked a series of questions and walked quickly to the bed.

"Sister said she will be fine in a while and won't let us disturb you."

Perhaps she had never seen such an angry Iranian saint before, and the girl was almost frightened to tears.

"Hurry up and call the doctor!" Iran Saint said softly, suppressing his anger.

If they weren't afraid of scaring the weak Hancock, Iran Saint would definitely let them know what the roar of the Celestial Dragon is.

They almost cried because of their stupidity. Hancock is already like this, why is he still standing here stupidly, watching the show?

Iran Saint ignored him and sat beside the bed. Seeing her eyes closed tightly, he held Hancock's hand and asked softly.

"I am Iran Saint, why are you uncomfortable?"

"Iran uh~" Hancock opened his eyes slightly and wanted to call out Iran Saint's name, but he let out a painful groan again.

After a long while, he asked weakly

"Will I die? Iran Saint"

"No, no, no," Iran Saint repeated, trying to give Hancock some confidence. Or give yourself some confidence?

Looking at Hancock's appearance, suddenly, a bold guess came to his mind. But it still needs to be confirmed

"tomorrow?"

"Uh~ahhh"

"respectively?"

"Ha~" Hancock groaned loudly, twitched violently, and even arched his body.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Iran Sheng felt distressed, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Is it really lovesick?

Even though I knew it was inappropriate, I still couldn't help but feel joy welling up in my heart.

The Iranian Saint thought for a while, secretly made a decision, leaned over and said softly

Hancock felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't express it. Maybe it's pain? Maybe

My mind was in turmoil, as if someone said something, and I seemed to have responded?

But his messy brain has no time for him to take care of it. The body responds unconsciously to the outside world

But scenes are playing in his head like a marquee. Isn’t it said that only the dying can see the marquee?

"I am the Saint of Iran, your master! Do the Celestial Dragons understand? The kind that is super fierce and super fierce." This is the arrogant kid when we first met.

"Can't you sleep? Do you want me to tell you a story?" This is a young man with his back to the thunder on a thunderstorm night. His face cannot be seen, only a pair of clear and bright eyes can be seen.

"Come on, Hancock, hit me!" This is a bad guy in the ring.

"I feel that I have been abandoned by the world, and I have nothing!" This is the boy on the balcony, roaring at the sea.

"Hancock, I will send someone to take you home the day after tomorrow." This is the gentle boy in the bedroom.

I should be happy, and I am indeed very happy, but

"Uh~ahhhh" it hurts so much, it seems like someone is calling me.

Opening his eyes slightly, he saw the gentle young man.

"Iran Saint, will I die?"

"No" the boy seemed to have said something again

Until a voice came to his ears, and the heat spread on his earlobes, and he brought this sentence into his mind.

"Hancock, I will go to sea with you tomorrow!"

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