“The green-haired demon who trails the fool, this name, will definitely sell for a big price.”

Monet bit his lip, and the green tendons on his hands bulged out one by one.

Living here with a disabled mother, she has done her best.

What to do in this situation.

“Don’t talk, huh?”

Sloan slashed his palm. “Give Lao Tzu up, help her speak!”

A group of people slowly approached with swords in hand.

Monet couldn’t help but take a step back and pulled out the wooden thorn hanging from his waist.

Seeing this, Monet’s mother Jones struggled to get up.

“Bang!”

As a result, it smashed on the iron sheet on the side, and despite the pain, Jones cried anxiously.

“My lords, I am Sir More’s wife, take me and let Monet go!”

Sloan was indifferent.

The former aristocracy who fell into the Chambord Land, the more miserable, the happier the big man behind it.

“Mom, I will always protect you!”

“Monet!!”

Monet began to charge with a wooden thorn, even if he died, he could not be captured.

The crowd gathered around.

Monet’s wooden thorn pierced the waist of the leading big-headed doll.

Without any obstacles, it was directly stabbed.

“Woohoo!”

The mouth of the big-headed doll was sewn and made a sobbing sound.

There are no expected defenses and attacks.

Monet looked up a little confused.

The surrounding crowd was like a puppet that had lost its clockwork, frozen in place.

Only the look of fear indicates that it is a living person.

“What’s going on?” Monet looked back at his mother.

Jones is also half sad and half confused.

“Mom doesn’t know.”

“Fuffufufu~”

On the fence beside it, low laughter sounded.

“This is your reward for protecting your mother.”

Monet and Jones were startled and looked up.

A man and a woman are standing silently in the air.

The woman is already three meters and five meters tall, which is exceptionally tall, plus the giant sword behind her, which is even more heroic.

But under the background of the man on the side, he looked petite.

The afterglow of the setting sun hit him, and the crimson Haori seemed to be glowing brightly.

Monet’s pupils shrank.

As the daughter of a former nobleman, she was literate.

This man, she’s seen.

The man who killed the golden lion, Tenyaksha Doflamingo.

“You have two minutes to claim your reward! My cute little girl! Silenced

Monet’s mother, Doflamingo leaned forward slightly, looked at Monet and asked.

“Don’t you keep doing what you want?”

One sentence reminded Monet of his situation.

What else is there for her and her mother to deserve such a strong plot?

Adults say it’s a reward, it’s a reward.

Claim it first.

After making up his mind, Monet rushed towards the wooden crowd standing still.

Blood flowers flew out.

The whimpering sound continued one after another.

Watch Doflamingo tooth root twitching.

Which man is not afraid of kidney strikes.

And Monet, the little girl, did not choose the attack method that was directly killed just now.

Instead, they directly stabbed these traffickers in the waist one by one.

Bled alive and died of pain.

A moment later.

A pile of excessive blood loss, a sparse human trafficker stabbed in the waist.

Lying on the ground, he made a final sobbing sound.

Monet, who was just pretty and lovely.

At this moment, he was covered in blood and stood in the crowd with a crazy smile on his lips.

“Dang.”

Throwing down the wooden thorn held in his hand, Monet “banged” and fell to his knees, grateful.

“Lord Doflamingo, thank you for your gift.”


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