One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

"Come on, drink! Drink!" Tiger shouted, pouring wine for Iran Sheng.

"Tsk, this wine has a bit of a strong aftertaste."

After only three glasses of wine, Iran Sheng couldn't hold it any longer and shook his head.

"Hahaha, it's because you, the young master, have such a bad drinking capacity!"

"Nonsense! I thought I was also a god of wine back then! We fought with 30 warriors at the wine table. Fifteen of them were drunk, six were drunk to death, and nine were missing!"

"Those nine were blown away by you, right?! Hahaha"

"Tiger," Iran Saint rubbed his dizzy head and continued to speak.

"Actually, I came today not only to drink but also to make myself sick~"

"Speak slowly, you don't have to be in a hurry!" When it came to business, Tiger's eyes became clear again. Seeing Iran Sheng retching, he quickly stood up and patted his back.

"Huh~" The Iranian Saint took a breath and continued.

"The structure of the world cannot always remain balanced. Someone will soon break it. The storm that will arise when the balance is broken is enough to affect the whole world. Not even a village or an island can be spared. Do you understand what I mean? "

"I know" Tiger nodded and said seriously.

"So I will teach a pure generation that does not hate humans at all."

"What do you know?" The Iranian saint interrupted him with a loud tongue and continued.

"Do you think humans reject you and discriminate against you because they think you are not human?!"

"Isn't it?" Tiger asked, his eyes a little red.

"Ha" the Iranian saint chuckled, maybe because he was drunk, and said such words directly.

"Strictly speaking, in the eyes of most humans, we Dracos are not humans! They call us gods. Why? Because we are kind, kind, and good-looking?!"

Tiger's pupils shrank sharply, and his trembling body broke out in a cold sweat, but Iran Sheng didn't care about his expression, but continued to speak on his own.

“That’s because we have the power of the Creator, so we can naturally take whatever we want from this world!

Now, both I and Whitebeard are willing to use our power to protect Fishman Island, so you may have a stable life for many years.

But when the storm comes, neither I nor Whitebeard can protect ourselves! At that time, what will this beautiful Fishman Island look like? ! "

The more Iran Saint spoke, the more excited he became, his voice became louder and louder, and the scarlet light in his eyes kept flashing.

"What do you mean?" Tiger asked with a trembling voice, as if thinking of the scene of blood and fire.

The Iranian Saint rubbed his head that was a little swollen and painful. He felt that he had made a drunken gaffe and said too much, so he softened his tone and said softly.

"Peace is never wrong, but being weak is even more wrong. Tiger, live well! Live, and then risk your life to protect this country!"

"Yes!" Tiger straightened his back and replied seriously.

However, Iran Saint was lying on the table, without any appearance, and looked very drunk.

Seeing this, Tiger reached out to help him up, but heard him say something like this with his eyes closed, as if mumbling to himself.

"After the storm sweeps across, after experiencing the devastation of the strong wind, peace will become a thing more precious than gold. When the waves calm down and return to the land, the fish people will be easily accepted."

"I understand! Lord Irani!" Tiger's outstretched arm stopped in mid-air. After saying these words, he continued to reach out to help Irani Saint back to the bedroom.

Are you drunk without realizing it? Iran Saint, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and thought silently.

But this time, he still had an impression of what he had said to Tiger before.

I hope Tiger will not disappoint himself. Iran Sheng sighed softly, took out his notebook from his arms, and revealed a green pen.

"August 1512, 8 in the Haiyuan calendar.

After seeing the scenery of the Fishman Country and doing everything I wanted to do, it seems it’s time to leave.

After all, I don’t have much time left. There are still 8 years left. As Wang Lufei goes to sea, the balance of the world structure will gradually be broken.

The wheel of history is rolling forward and I am powerless to stop it. Not only do I not want to stop it, I even want to push it forward.

I must gain enough strength to protect myself before then, otherwise how can I have fun?

But it’s almost done now. In total, my current help is

The Constantine family, the daughter country, the fish-man country and the ancient weapon Poseidon!

And my potential enemies are the navy, pirates, revolutionary army, underground organizations, the D clan, as well as my compatriots Wulaoxing and Yimu who have evil intentions towards the Tianlong people.

There are as many potential enemies as there are mountains. Thinking about this makes me a little excited.

No, I can’t think about it anymore. As expected, don’t do it, don’t even think about it. Just thinking about it can make me tremble with excitement.

I have been silent for too long, I can wait and think about other things. Oh, by the way, stupid Enelu, I don’t know if he has reached the daughter country.

With his character, he definitely can't help but take revenge on me. Let's show off as much as you can in the daughter's country, Eniro, just be careful not to get beaten to death, hahaha.

How would this naive Enel, who doesn't even know how to be domineering, choose after seeing this kind of power?

It’s really exciting. Don’t think I’m just asking you to deliver the express, stupid Enel.

Ancestors of the Constantine family, have you seen it? When it comes to seeking death, I am not inferior to any of you! ! ! "

Iran Saint looked at what was written in the notebook over and over again, thinking about what might happen.

Sure enough, just thinking about this kind of thing, he could feel the excitement of life and death.

The corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously, and the curvature of his face became wider and wider. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot due to congestion, and the eyes continued to shine with a real light.

The gentle Iranian saint in the past has a sudden change in his painting style, like a poisonous snake licking its fangs in a cave!

The domineering and domineering energy is released unconsciously without reservation.

"Click~" a crisp sound sounded, and a small crack appeared on the desk.

Ding, congratulations to the host, Overlord Color Dominance, which has been automatically integrated with Tucao Taishu, and obtained the skills Tucao Physical Technique, Overlord Color Dominance, and Substantialization.

This prompt made Iran Saint gradually wake up from his daze, and quickly put the notebook into his arms.

I can't think about it anymore. Sure enough, the bloodline of the Constantine family has a great influence on me. Saint Iran thought while taking a deep breath to gradually calm down.

But it doesn’t feel bad.

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