One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"It's so boring, Hancock, come on and give me a smile."

At this time, the Iranian saint was lying on the deck helplessly, completely losing his previous demeanor. It seemed that after going to sea, he had completely let himself go.

Wearing a silver-white aristocratic costume, with blond hair hanging down, his face was somehow pale.

Seeing his appearance, Hancock resisted kicking him and replied with a smile.

"It's almost there. I heard the navigator say it will arrive in about a week."

"Ah~ah~, there's only one week left, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

The Iranian Saint lay on the deck and rolled around, complaining repeatedly.

As for going to sea, Iran has been looking forward to it for a long time. After all, as a time-traveler, I don’t want to go to sea, but I will be kicked out of the group of time-travelers, okay?

In line with the belief that swimming in the sea is a man's romance, Iran Saint has never eaten Devil Fruit.

But you can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade. As soon as he thought of this, the Iranian saint loudly said with grief and indignation

"Think of me, the Great Iranian Saint, who has been in the world for fifteen years and has done whatever he wants. He can run horses with his fists, herd sheep with his arms, crush rocks on his chest, and open the caps of chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums can't bloom. How can I get seasick!!!"

The howl echoed on the sea, startling several seabirds.

"They say you're not seasick, it's just your first time going to sea and you're a little uncomfortable with it."

Hancock stood aside with his arms folded, looking down at the Iranian Saint rolling on the ground, and said impatiently.

"You should cooperate with me in my performance, but you turn a blind eye! Hancock, you have changed! Don't you love me anymore!" Ding, Tucao Energy 66

Hancock panicked after hearing this. He clamped his legs and covered his chest, his face flushed, and he lowered his head and muttered words that no one could understand.

"Love?~The Holy Master of Iran is saying love to me? Is this a confession to others, dear~love~da~"

After Hancock imagined many romantic dramas, palace dramas, and 18x

"Boom~" The hull shook violently, and an octopus head larger than the hull emerged from the sea.

Aquaman class!

"Leave it there and let me do it!"

Seeing this head, the members of Iran's holy ship took up weapons one after another, trying to do some cruel and inhumane things to this little cutie who was only 50 meters tall.

The loving Iranian saint jumped up from the deck with a beautiful carp and stopped their atrocities in time.

At the same time, a real 40-meter sword appeared in his hand.

"I want to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon!"

The Iranian saint stepped on the moon steps and came into the air, looking down at this little cutie.

He raised the 40-meter sword above his head with a solemn expression and shouted loudly:

"ex~ curry stick!"

The super-fast slash left green traces in the air.

The solid body of the Neptune can't stop the broadsword in the slightest. After splitting it in two, the broadsword slashed on the sea surface without losing any strength.

"Wow~" A long ravine was cut out of the sea water. The ravine was so long that it could not even be seen to the end.

The 40-meter sword turned into dots of stars, and Iran ignored the crew's exclamation.

He raised his chin slightly, made a domineering gesture, and jumped back to the deck on moon steps.

"Gaba~" When Iran Saint landed on the deck, such a sound came from his body. Iran Saint calmly scanned the audience.

"Bang~" "Bang~" Seeing the look in Iran Sheng's eyes, the crew chief fled back into the ship in panic and closed the doors and windows.

When only Hancock and the Iranian Saint were left on deck

"Wow~ My ankle is sprained, Hancock. It hurts so much. Please comfort me, kiss me, hug me, lift me up high, oh oh oh oh!"

Iran Saint was lying on the deck again, holding his ankles and rolling on the ground.

Hancock

Hancock looked down at the Iranian Saint with squinting eyes, feeling completely calm in his heart. He even wanted to punch the squeaking monster to death.

A week later.

"Wow~ Is this Daughter Island? It's bigger than I thought."

The Iranian saint sitting on the bow of the boat, holding a lookout glass, said so.

"Yes, this is where I grew up, how about it? It's beautiful, isn't it?"

The outline of Daughter Island can be vaguely seen, and Hancock also looked particularly happy.

"Oh~ Is that so? Why do I remember that the place where you grew up was Constantine's house?"

Iran Saint looked at Hancock's face and looked down slightly, showing a narrow smile and asked.

I suspect Irani Saint was driving, but I have no proof.

Hancock also suspected he was driving, but Hancock didn't need proof

"Bang~plop"

Hancock ignored him, stepped up and kicked him, and then there was the sound of falling water.

The big ship is getting closer and closer to Daughters Island, and you can vaguely see smoke curling up from the coast.

Iran Sheng, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, saw this and raised his lookout glass to look over.

"Hancock, do people in your hometown still have the habit of eating barbecue on the beach? It's great, it's so leisurely."

"I don't remember this habit," Hancock said as he grabbed the observation glass from the hands of the Iranian Saint.

"That's the Nine Snakes pirate ship, and there's a small boat next to it."

"Holy Iran, there are guests coming to Daughter Island today." Hancock said.

"Yes, we have a visitor." The Iranian Saint nodded thoughtfully.

"Ah~" Iran Saint stood up from the bow of the boat, stretched, then faced the inside of the boat, raised his arms and shouted

"Young ones, all of them are here!"

"Yes! xn,"

"Go towards the bonfire! Once you reach the shore, you are not allowed to get off the boat unless I call you!"

"Hi! Iranian holy saaxn"

"Let's go, Hancock, I want to eat barbecue too. I don't want to stay on this damn ship for a moment!" Iran Saint said.

"Okay, Lord Iran." Hancock said as he arranged Saint Iran's clothes.

"Please pay attention to your manners."

"Stop talking nonsense." The Iranian Holy One put Hancock's waist in his arms and said loudly.

"I am a genius, why not go to the sky!"

After that, he took the moon steps and flew towards the shore with Hancock.

Leaving a green trail in the sky

On the Iranian holy ship, Sailor A looked up at the trajectory and sighed to Sailor B.

"My lord is powerful and has a good personality, but he just has a bit of a brain."

"Shh~, don't you want to live?" Sailor B quickly interrupted him, thought for a while and then said

"Perhaps, when God opens a door, he will close a window."

Sailor B's face was full of sighs, and his expression showed the color of memories. He seemed to be a person with stories.

On the shore of Daughter Island, a large group of young ladies, wearing very bold costumes, danced gracefully around the bonfire.

Beside the campfire is an old man and an old lady

The old man ate meat and drank wine from a large bowl, his face glowing red. The corners of her mouth were cleft to the base of her ears, exposing two rows of back molars. She was enjoying the dance of the young ladies around her, and burst into hearty laughter from time to time.

"Hey hey, hey hey hey. Hey hey hey hey."

Well, it seems that he is a very decent person.

Suddenly, the old man laughed, turned his head, looked over the sea, and said in a deep voice to the old lady beside him

"Granny New, Daughter Island is really lively today~"

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