Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

Mo Xingchen didn't make a choice in the end, and the two of them sat on the throne together. Although neither he nor Mihawk were huge in stature, the two of them should be able to fit in that position if they squeezed together.

But when I think about it, one is a navy admiral, and the other is one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and they are also known as the "world's best swordsman",

Squeezed in a small broken boat, sitting so intimately, what a scene!

Hiss! It's too hot for the eyes!

If this were filmed by the news bird, who knows how Morgans, the bird man, would frame them.

Mo Xingchen was very familiar with Morgans' moral bottom line. It couldn't be said how high it was, but there was simply no room for it to decline.

Moreover, both he and Mihawk are the type that are very popular among noble ladies and young ladies. Isn't this the perfect way to be a fujoshi?

So the two of them sat on the ground, leaving the throne of the ship hanging empty.

As the ship began to move slowly, the atmosphere on board was still very awkward. Mo Xingchen knew that Mihawk was a cold and aloof man with a blank expression and few words. It was obviously a fantasy to expect him to break the deadlock.

I had no choice but to speak out to ease this damn atmosphere.

"Old Mi, why did you want to go to the second half of the Grand Line?"

“I heard that Shanks had his hand broken by Akainu, so I went to find him to drink and comfort him.

By the way, I'll fight him again to see if he's still worth chopping off after losing an arm."

Mo Xingchen was speechless when he heard Mihawk's answer, and secretly complained in his heart,

It's a great honor to have a friend like you.

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Suddenly, as if remembering something, Mo Xingchen asked in confusion:

"Mr. Mi, you must have made a lot of money in the past few years! Don't you know how to buy a better boat?

This boat really doesn’t suit your temperament.”

"Sir, you know I don't like to form forces. Even if I change a big ship, I don't have the men to operate it."

Mo Xingchen rolled his eyes at Mihawk and said with a pout:

"Then you can hire someone! Even if it costs a little!"

Then he looked around and continued to complain angrily:

"Besides, look at your taste! You have to make a nice ship look like a coffin and light two candles! I am really!"

Mihawk looked at his beloved ship and said seriously:

"I think it's pretty cool, and I don't have any money!"

Mo Xingchen was stunned. That's not right! Although the Hawkeye route was managed by the Navy in the first year, it was contracted by the bears for many years afterwards.

But Xiong couldn't be the kind of person who wouldn't give a penny. Even if Mihawk only got a small part, it would be a considerable amount over the years.

Moreover, at the end of every year, the Seven Warlords of the Sea would give themselves some money as a token of respect, and you, Mihawk, have also given them a lot, so how come you don’t have any money? He immediately asked in confusion:

"Where's your money?"

Mihawk reached out and grasped the candle behind him, twisting it slightly.

The next second, the deck between the two of them bounced up instantly, revealing various expensive red wines neatly arranged underneath.

Mo Xingchen recognized several bottles of good wine, each of which was equivalent to a month's basic salary for him as a general. There were also some brands that he didn't recognize, but he thought they wouldn't be cheap.

"So, you spent all your money on drinking?"

Mihawk reached out for a bottle, pulled out the cork with a "bang", then took out two red wine glasses from the secret compartment, poured a glass, and handed it to Mo Xingchen.

Then he smiled and nodded, saying:

"I have a whole room full of fine wine in my castle!"

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So the two men who were famous in the sea, enjoying the warm sunshine, feeling the gentle sea breeze, sat elegantly on a coffin board, and tasted red wine worth a pirate supernova.

Anyway, no matter how you look at this picture, it seems weird and has a sense of tearing.

After three rounds of drinks, Mo Xingchen still wanted to try to change Mihawk's consumption concept.

"Lao Mi, for the sake of the red wine, I don't blame you for the simplicity of your boat, but you see, we have to eat anyway!

So I think that even if we have money, we can’t spend it recklessly. You should…”

Mihawk did not answer Mo Xingchen's words, but took off the black knife "Night" from his back, placed it horizontally on his knees, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Just as Mo Xingchen was puzzled, wondering what Mihawk was doing,

Next second,

"Shh!"

Mihawk inserted the black knife "Night" in his hand into the sea. When he picked it up again, there was a cute tuna stuck on the tip of the knife.

Then Mihawk pointed at the candle behind Mo Xingchen, who immediately understood and twisted his hand.

As Mo Xingchen was shocked, a compartment next to the deck where the red wine was stored suddenly opened, and a simple kitchen counter rose up.

Mihawk ignored his leader, who looked like he had never seen the world before. He just casually dipped his hands in the sea water twice before reaching out to take the tuna off the tip of the knife.

Then he pulled out a small knife from the cross necklace around his neck.

“Swish swish swish~Boom boom boom~”

Finally, take out the bowl, chopsticks, seasonings and a plate of fresh sashimi from the secret compartment.

It can be said that this set of operations was as smooth as flowing water. It was not until Mihawk handed the plate of sashimi to Mo Xingchen that he came to his senses.

Mo Xingchen began to look at this inconspicuous little ship again, and tapped lightly on the deck with his fingers.

Something!

By the way, can it turn into a Gundam?

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Unconsciously, it was already evening. Mo Xingchen, who was lying casually on the deck, could still vaguely see the outline of the Red Earth Continent when he turned his head. He couldn't help but say:

"Old Mi, do you know what I'm going to do this time?"

"Well, Luo told me that the master is going to look for Whitebeard."

Mo Xingchen sat up, pointed at the ripples caused by the slow movement of the boat, and said depressedly,

“So, we just keep sailing by following the wind?

How long will it take to find Whitebeard?"

Hearing Mo Xingchen's complaint, Mihawk stood up, picked up the black knife "Night" on the deck, squatted slightly on his knees, and posed.

Looking at Mihawk's posture, Mo Xingchen couldn't help but think, this guy might be trying to use the black knife as a paddle to row the boat!

Ah!

Probably,

Maybe it was because the "East China Sea Overlord" Click witnessed Hawkeye's embarrassing scene that he was chased and hacked all the way.

Just as Mo Xingchen was daydreaming, a huge green sword energy swung out from the black knife.

A strong feeling of pushing back came instantly.

Mihawk was seen waving his sword with both hands, and the sword energy was flying.

The feeling of being pushed back was getting stronger and stronger, and this shabby little boat was like an arrow shot from a bow, quickly cutting through the calm sea.

The strong wind blew Mo Xingchen's hair into a mess. He gave Mihawk a thumbs up and praised him:

"fierce!!!"

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