Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

Chapter 288 It’s too bad~

Why does this dead bird always owe money?

Want to take action! Ace is here, bear with it!

Newgate came out from his lunch break and was enjoying himself with his sons. Except for the moment when he wanted to knock Mo An, he really didn't want to talk to Mo An.

People from the old days like them regard everyone as a brat, and they don't know how to give face to anyone and there is no need to do so.

But Mo An is different. This bastard girl is full of bugs.

He glanced at Marco who was checking his body with disgust, the corners of his mouth lowered, and his eyes almost rolled to the sky.

Marco felt his father's gaze: "..."

As for Mo An, she was doing well in the Whitebeard Pirates.

Saatchi said before that it was no joke that everyone liked Mo An.

If it wasn't a hostile relationship, getting along with Mo An would only make people feel comfortable.

She seemed to know a little bit about everything and could pick up any topic. Just looking at her now, it was impossible to imagine the navy Mo An, who had blood on his hands and was more ruthless than a pirate, and this smiling person together.

The Revolutionary Army has been making a lot of noise recently, and Sabo has been busy running about these things and has no time to show up.

When Ace talked about him, he naturally mentioned Luffy.

Almost everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates knows how serious Ace's control attribute is.

The captains' ears were almost numb from listening to those adventure stories from their childhood!

The same goes for Sabo from the Revolutionary Army before. These two couldn't stop talking about their younger brother!

However, it was Ace's care for Luffy that Moan's attitude towards Ace did not attract their attention.

They tacitly believe that guarding shortcomings and controlling disciples are also passed down from the same line.

With the strong support of Mo An, a wealthy local man, what was originally just an ordinary family gathering was directly upgraded to a super luxurious banquet!

They docked on the shore of a protected country within the territory of the Whitebeard Pirates. There were bonfires on the shore, singing and dancing.

There is definitely no shortage of musicians for such a large pirate group, and the must-have banquet music for pirates will push the joyful atmosphere to a climax again.

Ace is also very popular with everyone.

He was like a warm sun that always radiated light, attracting others' attention.

"Why are you here alone?"

Marco also landed on the bow of the Moby-Dick.

Compared with the lively scene below, this place is really deserted.

A small round table and chairs were placed on the bow shaped like a white whale. There was only a bottle of wine and a small amount of food on the table.

Mo An was lazily holding his head and looking at the happy crowd.

Whenever the night wind blew by, the sparks held between her fingertips would disappear.

It is not difficult to tell from the length of the ash that Mo An has maintained this posture for a while.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment Mo An turned around, Marco always felt a strange and unreal feeling.

"Why are you everywhere?" Mo An moved out another chair and placed it next to him, "Are you guarding me?"

Marco also sat down next to her, "How can I guard against you? Isn't it as easy for you to come to the Moby-Dick as it is to go home?"

"Ace regards this place as home, so as a sister, is there any problem for me to go back to my brother's home? But..." Mo An looked at Marco and raised a bright and sincere smile, "Thank you, Ace. I like you very much."

That old bastard Garp is also a weirdo himself, and the only people who can tolerate Ace are people like Newgate.

He has enough strength to let Ace vent those bad emotions, and he also has a broad mind to tolerate and protect Ace.

"To be so polite all of a sudden, I always feel like you have other intentions~"

Mo An: "..."

Bangbang punched him twice on the head.

She just said that this dead bird owed money, right?

Mo An pinched his chin and straightened his face, with a sinister smile on his lips, "Are you going to start extorting medical expenses in the next step?"

"It hurts~" Marco stretched out his hand and pushed away the face that was a little too close, "Little girl, don't be so grumpy."

Mo An opened his mouth and wanted to bite it.

She has become accustomed to different characters in different places, and has formed a conditioned reflex when faced with Marco's childish ghost image. This action is completely instinctive.

Marco had already realized what Mo An was going to do. He had long been accustomed to Mo An's indirect naivety and wanted to hide, but he didn't.

Mo An is the kind of person who will step on your head even if she is naive, so she moves faster, grinds her teeth, and really wants to try to see if she can kill this dead bird!

However, it was impossible to bite the finger off with such force, and the fine ring of tingling brought about a weird feeling.

Marco's backward movement directly overturned the small round table, and Mo An, who was still pinching his chin, fell to the ground and overturned the chair.

The tip of the index finger seemed to have touched something moist and soft.

"Bah!" Mo An quickly spit out the dirt, and the smile on his face became more and more sinister, "Dead Bird, you must have washed your hands before, right?"

Mo An's head is full of this dead bird. If she dares to say that there is no such thing, she will strangle the dead bird to death!

So that...

Now Mo An didn't even notice how strange his posture was.

Because of the chair, Marco's back did not touch the ground at all. Mo An supported the ground with one hand and pinched Marco's chin with the other. His half-kneeling posture almost imprisoned Marco's entire body between her and the ground.

too close……

Marco didn't want to start and could only look at Mo An in this posture.

"A doctor is much cleaner than a biting girl."

Mo An accepts the doctor's statement that she likes to be clean, but does he say that she likes to bite?

Mo An grinded his teeth and said, "I'll give you a chance to say it again!"

Mo'an didn't seem to realize anything was wrong. Marco sighed, but he didn't continue to quarrel with Mo'an like before.

He reached out and touched Mo An's head, as if coaxing a child, "Okay, it's my fault. The little girl didn't bite anyone. You got up first."

Mo An curled his lips and let go of Marco.

She was ready to catch Marco and beat him up if he said something random.

Mo An kicked Marco in disgust, and Mo An's face was full of doubt, "You really came here to blackmail me, right?"

"Do I look like this in your eyes?"

Mo An nodded seriously, "You should be somewhat self-aware."

Marco was still so lazy, with drooped eyelids, beckoning Mo An to squat down, and said casually: "It's so pitiful to see you alone, so I came here specifically to give you a gift, but in the end it's even more..." I was bullied by you.”

"Are you so kind?" Mo An knelt down warily, "You have other intentions, right?"

Seeing Mo An's expression of "What are you going to blackmail this time? Tell me, I'm ready." Marco really had the urge to pry open Mo An's head and see what was inside.

He stretched out his hand and turned it into a blue flame, dotted with orange dots, which was beautiful and dreamy.

The flame gradually solidified under Mo An's puzzled gaze, and a beautiful flame feather appeared in his hand.

It looks good, but...

Mo An tilted his head.

"What are you doing? I've pulled it out many times and it will fall apart soon. Do you pay for this gift in seconds?"

"Do you want?"

"want!"

Let's talk about it after taking it. If it's scattered, let's call this dead bird to make up for it! Let’s see if she doesn’t bald this dead bird!

This kind of thing is really beautiful!

Although it is a flame, the texture structure on it is the same as that of a bird's feathers, but the texture of the flame gives this phoenix feather a different kind of beauty.

"Like it?"

"like!"

Mo An's eyes were shining, and he stretched out his hand to draw across the edge of the flame.

She really loves these things that have nothing but good looks!

Marco raised an eyebrow.

This guy is surprisingly easy to coax.

But does she know what the feathers of birds represent?

"An!" Ace's voice came from below, "Where are you? Come and join us! Everyone is waiting for you!"

"Here we come!" Mo An grabbed the feather and disappeared directly in front of Marco.

Ace is the most important!

When the feathers fall apart, she will come back to this dead bird to make up for it!

Marco: "..."