One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Phoenix chattered on and on, and the Iranian Saint listened with a smile.

The information went in through his left ear and out through his right ear, passing through his mind perfectly.

The Iranian Saint trusted Phoenix, the garden poppy with addictive powers.

Once a person is addicted to another person, it is difficult to keep any secrets.

A few hours later, Phoenix finished telling all the information she had obtained in an orderly manner. Her mouth was dry and she picked up the water glass on the table and moistened her throat.

While he was drinking water, Saint Iran nodded pretendingly, as if to tell her that he was listening carefully.

Then, the Iranian Saint looked at Phoenix and said:

"Well, very good. After a while, I will compile the information into files and send them to my study."

Phoenix looked at the Iranian saint who was sitting on the chair and shaking his legs leisurely. He twitched the corners of his mouth twice and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "You mean, what I just said was in vain?"

"You can't say that, I still understand a lot." Iran Saint spread his hands and said matter-of-factly:

"Seeing that you are talking so happily, I can't bear to interrupt you."

Phoenix's face turned red with anger, and her lips trembled. Her face was as red as her hair, but before she could say anything, the Iranian saint stood up from the chair first and lifted her hair. Silk said to her gently:

"Thanks a lot."

Phoenix's face turned redder, her face was as red as her lips, but her lips no longer trembled but puckered slightly.

"Forgive me, Phoenix..." Iran Saint sighed softly and rubbed her hair, with apologetic eyes as he continued to speak to her:

"It was I who turned you into a poppy with my own hands, a poppy that represents deathly love, hurt, and the color of people's eyes.

People know that life that is addicted to poppy will wither in the psychedelic state, but I always remember that poppy has a weak figure and slender stems. You don’t need to pretend to be strong in front of me. "

The flush on Phoenix's face subsided, and she lowered her head gently. Her red hair was no longer fluffy, like a cat with fried hair that had returned to its well-behaved state. She nodded gently, and said in a faint voice: " Um."

The apology hidden in his eyes faded by half, and Iran Saint's smile was somewhat relieved. He nodded with satisfaction and patted Phoenix on the shoulder. He walked out of the torture room with a smile.

Stepping out of the iron door of the torture room was like stepping into a different world. Although what was outside the iron door was gloomy, the madness inside was like a knife cutting people.

Because of the fear of being hurt and encountering misfortune, Iran Saint has always treated the world cruelly, and therefore, this cold and cruel world has always been gentle to him.

But even so, he has dragged too many people into the abyss along the way.

He has no regrets at all costs for his ideals, but he cannot turn a blind eye to those who also sacrifice for his ideals.

"Are you guilty?" he asked softly, and then answered softly:

"I do not know..."

He wanted to get out of this dungeon, but after thinking about it, Iran Sheng decided to go see his 'old friend'.

Turning around and walking in the other direction, in the deep corner of the dungeon, an iron door 20 meters long and wide was imprinted on the wall.

There were six female warriors holding torches on the left and right of the iron gate. After seeing the arrival of the Iranian Saint, they pulled up the two thick iron chains on the iron gate.

, opened the iron door one to the left and the other to the right.

Maybe it was because the iron door was opened, or maybe it was because he walked in. In the dark cell, the few candles began to flicker left and right.

In the center of the cell is a large vat nearly 10 meters high. Behind the vat is a pitch-black cross that is more than ten meters tall. From the cross hangs an iron chain as thick as a calf, which is tied to a giant pink figure.

The Iranian saint walked towards the vat, his riding boots with golden rivets on his feet stepping on the ground, making a "tap-tat" sound of footsteps.

The footsteps disturbed the giant figure who was tied up. The figure's body soaked in the tank began to move, making a "clatter" sound, and the iron chains clanked against each other.

"You're here..." A somewhat old voice sounded, and the figure opened his bloodshot eyes, staring straight at the Iranian saint walking towards this side.

"Yes." Saint Iran nodded, walked to the vat and looked at the giant in the vat carefully, and said:

"I stopped by to see you."

In the dim candlelight, Saint Iran looked at the giant's face. He frowned slightly and raised his head and asked, "Lingling, why are you so thin?"

I saw that the big and round body in the past has lost a lot of weight, and most of the fat has disappeared, and the loose skin hangs on the body like a rag bag.

Charlotte Lingling closed her eyes again, as if she was too lazy to look at the man in front of her.

"Scoff..." Iran Saint opened the corner of his mouth and sneered.

He said nothing more, as if teasing Lingling could no longer bring him any pleasure.

Ignoring the dirty ground, he sat down on the ground and leaned on the big vat behind him, and closed his eyes.

The dark cell fell into silence again, as quiet as if no one was there.

On this day, Saint Iran sat leaning against the vat for a long time. He seemed to be asleep, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

It was not until the sun outside the dungeon set back to the sea in the west that Saint Iran opened his eyes again.

He stood up again and walked out of the cell again. When he reached the door of the cell, he stopped again and said to Charlotte Lingling without looking back:

"There's going to be a war, Lingling... As a heavy weapon, you have to eat more, hahaha..."

Smiling, he stepped out of the iron door and walked out of the dark cell.

Only Charlotte Lingling was left soaking in the water tank in the dark cell. Her body was shaking constantly, and she didn't know whether it was from cold or anger.

The next morning, huge fat-headed fish lay in front of an open space.

They are still so weak, and the transparent bubble membrane on their bodies allows them to float in the air.

There are still dewdrops on their fish scales, as if they have been waiting here for a long time.

The clearing began to ripple, and the rolled red carpet rolled out of the ripples, paving a soft and clean road.

Guests wearing luxurious clothes walked out of the ripples one after another. They stepped on the red carpet alone or in groups of three or two.

They are covered in jewels, and their manners and actions are very elegant. Every move they make makes people fall in love with them, as long as they don't look at their faces.

After they walked out of the villa, they took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, admiring everything they saw, spinning and jumping between steps, like a tango dance.

The gentlemen helped the beautiful lady onto the fat-headed fish's seat. In return, the beautiful lady warmly invited the gentlemen to ride with her.