Pirates: The Correct Way to Use Piaopiao Fruit

"Lawson? Lawson! Are you okay?" Outside the house, the remaining members of the Don Quixote family were like headless flies, they could only wander around in front of the cabin door, looking at Lawson After entering, there was no sound like Joel, feeling anxious but helpless.

The feeling of fear overwhelmed their senses, and the feeling of drowning pushed their souls. They wanted to go ashore, but they were held tightly by the wet murky water.

"What should we do?" Their eyes were full of panic.

"Wait, wait for the cadres to come!"

A thin member said, with a look of fear on his face, he didn't want to enter this room! Never!

"Yes! Bill has already gone to find Lord Torrebol. This matter will definitely be solved easily when Torrebol comes! Miss Violet is under Lord Torrebol, and Lord Torrebol will definitely not ignore it. !" The speaker's tone is simple, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear more or less anxiety in the tone. This sentence is to comfort his companions and himself.

This room is so evil. Anyone who goes in seems to disappear. Lord Torrebol, is this really okay? Thinking of the bloated figure, these members of the Don Quixote family still had some doubts in their hearts, but in the end they turned into determination. They had no way out.

For a long time, the members of the Don Quixote family had been covered in cold sweat, their feet could not stop shaking, and their faces turned white. At the end of the road where this house is located, a bloated figure and a figure next to it appeared. The figure who nodded and bowed was slowly approaching.

"Lord Torebol is here!" There was no trace of blood on the dry lips, but when the name was shouted, a glimmer of light finally appeared in the dilated pupils of these members.

He quickly turned around to look, and sure enough, a man who looked like a sloppy uncle appeared at the end of the road. He was wearing a quilt-like cloak with circles, a pair of small sunglasses, half of his nose hanging from his head, and the upper part of his hair. It has straight bangs and glue-like hanging hair at the bottom, which is very recognizable.

"Lord Torebol, this is it." Next to Torebol, a much slender figure hunched over and said slowly. As he spoke, he pointed to the room surrounded by people at the door.

"Lord Torrebol!" Seeing Torrebol's arrival, several people standing outside the house quickly bowed their heads and saluted. However, Torrebol ignored these peripheral members of the Don Quixote family and went about his own business. He walked to the door of the house and looked at it carefully.

"Burke, how's it going?" The figure who had been following Torebol stopped next to a few people who were standing with their heads lowered, and asked in a low voice.

"Bill, the situation is very bad. After Miss Violet went in, Joel and Lawson also went in, but they seemed to disappear after entering, without any movement." Burke is the thinner guy. He responded in a low voice, raising his head slightly from time to time to glance at Torebol, who was standing motionless in front of the house, and then quickly lowered his head.

"Really?" Bill nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and then stood next to Burke, also lowering his head, waiting for Torebol to speak.

"I said, I said, how long has it been since Violet was brought in by that man?" After a while, Torebol, who had been looking at the room, spoke. Although his tone was still funny, everyone could hear the tone in Torebol's tone. There is a hidden murderous intention. Violet is a member of his Torrebol Army. At this time, he cannot make any mistakes.

After hearing Torebol's words and the murderous intent in his tone, several members who had been standing next to them lowered their heads even lower. Burke stammered: "Sir, sir, Miss Violet has been in for almost fifteen minutes."

"Weren't you told to protect Violet? Is this how you protect it?" Torrebol turned his head, looking at the people with extremely cold eyes under his sunglasses.

Dover has just sat on the throne of Dressrosa, and it is the time to hire people. Now Violet's life and death are unknown. These people's sins are enough to die ten times!

"S-Sir..." Burke raised his head and stammered to explain, but before he could say anything, a thick brown slime stretched out from Torebol's body like a chain. Locked everyone except Bill together and tied them together.

"S-Sir! Let me go! Your Majesty!" These peripheral members suddenly panicked, and their bodies kept struggling, getting mucus all over their bodies, and Burke even shouted loudly, with tears streaming down his face. Full of fear, he kept begging Torebol for mercy, but the eyes under his sunglasses were filled with murderous intent. No matter how these people shouted, Torebol's face was full of indifference.

"The Don Quixote family doesn't need useless people!"

"Sticky Meteor!"

By swinging the chains to generate inertia, these guys stuck by the Torebol chains hit the houses next to the street like meteors. With a "boom", the houses collapsed, and those who were tied by the sticky chains The guy had made no sound, leaving only the faint smell of blood in the dusty air.

At this moment, Bill was left alone and his body was shaking uncontrollably. His head was hanging tightly. Sweat continued to collect at the tip of his nose and slowly lowered, splashing into the puddles on the ground.

Those voices begging for mercy still seemed to echo in his ears, and those faces still appeared in his mind, but now, Bill could only smell the faint smell of blood in the air.

Retracting the chain from the dusty ruins, Torebol glanced at Bill, who was shaking like a quail on a thunderstorm night, and said slowly: "I will go into the house to take a look now. You wait for me here." .”

"Yes!" Bill lowered his head and replied loudly.

Slowly pulling the door open, Torebol walked into the house and fell into the thick darkness, and the door suddenly closed.

On this street where the dust was about to settle, only Bill was left in front of the house, shaking uncontrollably and with his head lowered.

……

Walking into the house, it was dark. Torrebol took small and cautious steps, groping slowly. There was only deathly silence in the rich darkness. Torrebol's sticky fruit was ready to go. His body was anticipating the next earth-shattering blow, but he cautiously took a few steps forward, but there was no sound in this room. Torebol once wondered if he had entered the wrong room.

But obviously there is none, so where is the enemy?

Torebol's knowledge slowly opened up, like an invisible net, slowly covering everything in this room.

Chandeliers, chairs, tables, sofas, the small house is fully equipped, and the furniture is all brand new. So, where did the people go?

Suddenly, in the darkness, Torebol's vision captured a black shadow flashing past the dark house, like a ghost in the night, exploding at incredible speed in the small room.

Torebol's nerves suddenly collapsed and he shouted loudly: "Who is it?"

But there was no response.