One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

When Sandasonia hurried back to the bedroom with the doctor.

What he saw was Hancock standing on the bed, resurrected with full blood, and Saint Iran smiling like an idiot in front of the bed.

The old doctor was shocked when he saw the Iranian saint's smile.

All he could think about was, would he be killed and silenced? Or will he be killed and silenced?

The scene was awkward for a moment, and time passed little by little.

Finally, Iran Saint smiled enough and finally realized that there was someone else besides Hancock in his bedroom.

With a straight face, he said seriously

"It's none of your business, just go and do what you have to do."

"Huh~" The doctor, who was covered in cold sweat, seemed to have walked through the gates of hell after battling with the air for a long time.

He exhaled a filthy breath, bowed to the Iranian Saint, then turned around and fled as if to leave.

When everyone went out, Hancock, who was standing on the bed, looked down at the Iranian Saint and said coldly:

"Is what you just said true? Iran Saint"

"I told you, how often have I lied to you?"

"But you are a Celestial Dragon after all, and I want to be a pirate," Hancock said tangledly.

"Well~ It's just because I'm a Celestial Dragon that I do whatever I want. And the doctor said I have a bad stomach and can only eat soft food. I'm in your country, waiting for my queen."

Is this a hint of being together? Hancock lowered her head shyly and refused to brag. At this time, she had even thought of a name for the holy child of Iran.

"Which doctor said that?" Hancock asked curiously after thinking about it.

"Well, it's the old man just now." The Iranian saint made up nonsense without blinking.

"Haha~ That's a really reliable doctor," Hancock covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Yes, hahaha," the happy Iranian Saint said with a smile, his hands on his hips.

Tonight, the Iranian Saint finally got his wish, and Hancock finally abided by their agreement.

But the Iranian Saint looked at the goblin in his arms and was extremely angry as to why he couldn't have been born 10 years earlier, oh no, it would have been possible in 5 years.

The Iranian saint who can do nothing can only suffer from insomnia

Iran Saint still fell asleep in his wild thoughts.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to go to sea.

All the guards of the Constantine family were dispatched, cleared half of the port, and stood on both sides to leave a road to see their master off.

In this situation, Iran Saint, as the master, naturally has no interest in saying goodbye to them.

I just think that people who are about to go to sea should walk more arrogantly, otherwise they will not stand out.

In the memory of Iran Saint, the most impressive thing is of course Ming Ge’s pace.

As soon as he thought of this, Iran Sheng, who was wearing a three-piece Tianlong suit, took a step forward and walked towards the ship that had been prepared.

"Ah ~ what a strong figure, what a charming pace, my master"

Tedaraf, who was more than three meters tall, bid farewell to the Iranian saint with snot and tears, and he did not forget bb

The Iranian Saint stepped onto the ship and looked around

This ship is so big.

How could the Holy Spirit of Iran know about ships? If he had to describe it,

When you look at the boat, it is big and wide, just like this bowl of noodles, it is long and wide

Then Iran Shengyou glanced at his crew, but he didn't know how many spies there would be among them. It didn't matter, what could spies be like?

The requirement of the Iranian Saint for selecting crew members at that time was that the official members must be above the rank of major general.

The formal member configuration is one combatant, one sniper, five cooks, two ship doctors, two musicians, five singers and dancers, four repairmen, two observers, one navigator, and one warehouse administrator.

There are a total of 24 crew members with the strength of a major general in our headquarters, and 20 handymen, no, sailors.

As for their names? Sorry, Iran’s Saint says it would be nice to be able to remember faces

After boarding the boat, the Iranian saint lay comfortably on a chair. Hancock stood behind him and squeezed his shoulders. From time to time, he took out a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl in front of him and fed it into his mouth.

Listening to the dance music played by two musicians, in front of me are five dancers with beautiful faces and graceful postures.

Iran Saint squinted his eyes and thought. It seems that life at sea is not bad after all.

At the port, Tedalaf watched the ship getting farther and farther away, until even its vague shadow disappeared.

Wiping the tears that had not dried up at the corners of his eyes, he murmured

"Master, have you seen it? My little master has finally reached the age of going to sea."

The situation in front of him made Tedalaf, who was no longer young, naturally fall into memories.

It was on the unnamed island of the Grand Line.

The waves crashed on the golden sand, where a bonfire was set up.

No one has been to this unnamed island for a long time.

In front of the bonfire, a strong man like a bear was sitting, wearing a black windbreaker, holding a barbecue in his hand and eating.

The weather on the Grand Line is unpredictable, and a windbreaker is the most appropriate piece of clothing.

But the strong man wearing a windbreaker is unusual. He is a big pirate worth 7000 million beli.

From this point of view, the people surrounding him seemed very reasonable. As a great pirate, how can he not have a group of subordinates?

"Boss, we caught a man on the island."

The strong man was still eating the piece of meat in his hand, and one of his crew members ran over to report to him.

"Oh, bring it here for me to see."

Soon, a blond man was brought to the front. But before the strong man could speak, the blond man said:

"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

The strong man had never seen such a shameless person, but he said in a strange way

"Yes, but I can only give you a little to eat. I don't have any more."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and gestured, indicating that this was the only amount. I just see him as pitiful, the strong man thought.

"Ah~ thank you so much. Don't worry, I have a small appetite. I can be full with just a little bit." The blond man spread his arms and said.

half an hour later

"Ah~ How can you still eat more than me? Stop eating. If you don't eat anymore, I'll beat you up." The strong man yelled.

"Hey! Did I say you are pirates?" the blond man said suddenly.

"Yes what's the matter."

"Haha, then it'll be fine."

Ten minutes later~

The strong man's pirate group was all knocked to the ground, and the strong man also lay on the ground, like a hill.

The blond man was sitting on him, eating barbecue.

"Hey, let me tell you, let's chat. What's your name?" the blond man suddenly said.

"My name is Tedalaf, what's yours?" The strong man was stunned and replied habitually, completely forgetting his own situation.

"Haha, you are really interesting. See how skilled you are and how famous you are?" The blond man didn't expect that he would be able to respond to him, so he laughed.

"You haven't told me your name yet." The strong man said angrily.

"Ah, I'm sorry. My name is Saint Constantine Roses, and it's your turn."

"They all called me Renxiong, and I thought it sounded good, so I called me that way. Later, the reward order also called me Renxiong. Is this a nickname?"

"Oh, that's good. How much is the reward?"

"7000 million Baileys"

At this point, the blond man didn't seem to know what to say, and the scene fell into silence.

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