One Piece: Petrel

A peaceful life like this lasted for a week. In the afternoon a week later, hundreds of years of accumulated public resentment erupted.

The villagers vented all their resentment against the Celestial Dragons on Don Quixote's family. They burned everything they could see, waving arrows and knives in their hands, like real demons.

"Where are the Celestial Dragons!"

"Find them and hang them up for me!"

The five people who were just about to go home saw that their house was burned down, the fire was burning wantonly, and the villagers were clamoring around the house. Huo Minggu's mind was in chaos at this time.

"It's not inside, they escaped! Look for it quickly! They must still be nearby!"

"Don't kill them! Let them live in torture!"

"The hatred this world has accumulated for hundreds of years will be vented on their family!"

People began to disperse around, and Huo Minggu also realized what he should do at this time, run away.

"Run!" Huo Minggu put young Rosinandi on his back and ran madly towards the forest.

"Over there! Don't let them run away!" People quickly discovered their whereabouts.

The rain soaked everyone's clothes and it was very cold, but what was colder than this was their already chilled hearts. The mud on the road stained everyone's trousers, but what was even dirtier was the sinister soul.

"Ah!" Eight-year-old Dover, perhaps out of strength, fell headlong into a puddle.

"Dover!" Petro ran to Dover's side, quickly carried the fallen Doflamingo on his back, and continued to run for his life.

At this time, they could no longer tell the difference between north, south, east, and west, and they just wanted to escape, wherever there was a road.

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"Finally, I have a place to take shelter from the wind and rain. Thank God. The news about us has not spread to this area yet. Let's hide here for now." In a dilapidated cabin on the beach, Don Quixote said The De family are hiding inside.

"I don't want it. How can I live in such a dirty place! There are bugs in the house! The stink all over the house almost makes me vomit!" Doflamingo protested from the side, while Rosinan Di went to bed with her mother.

"Dover, come here, I'll go for a walk with you." Peteo walked out the door and waved to Doflamingo. Dover, who couldn't stand the smell in the house, had no choice but to follow Peteo to the beach for a walk.

"Sister, why are we being hunted?"

"Sister, why are we running away?"

"Sister, aren't we Tianlong people?"

"elder sister……"

Sitting on a big rock on the shore, Doflamingo asked dissatisfiedly.

"Dover, do you believe in fate?" Peteo looked at the gray sky that had just rained.

"I don't believe it." Doflamingo gave Petro a negative answer without thinking.

"Really? I don't believe it either. You create your own destiny. No one is lucky from birth, and no one is unlucky from birth. As long as you want to change, your destiny can be changed. The meaning of nobility is not just You can do whatever you want. As a noble, no matter what situation you are in, you must be able to remain elegant and calm, and be neither impatient nor impatient when things happen. The more noble you are, the better you must be." Petroo was still looking at the sky, with confusion in his eyes, but she Not desperate.

"The sky is gray now, but it only needs a gust of wind to return it to its former glory, just like us, we only need such a gust of wind."

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"Find that family quickly, they should still be around here!"

"Kill them immediately if you find them!" At dawn, the villagers from yesterday chased them to the beach.

"Everyone, run away!" Huo Minggu and his family escaped carefully. Fortunately, the group of villagers did not notice the dilapidated house that ordinary people did not want to stay in. Otherwise, Don Quixote and his family would not have been able to escape. Robbed.

"I'm too naive. Please, I'll do anything you want, even if I just let my wife and children return to Mariejoia. If this continues, our whole family will be dead." Huo Minggu helped him with a headache. Rubbing his forehead, he never thought that being an ordinary person would be so difficult.

"This is the life you choose. What you give up can't be recovered. Stop calling me, you stupid human being!"

"Wait! Please!" The person on the other end hung up the phone.

The nightmare has really begun.