[ONE PIECE] Shanks' Notes on How to Train Your Dragon

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Marko said that he just passed by here to replenish supplies by chance, and he didn't expect to meet Shanks, but he didn't say a word about bullying An'an.

When asked what Shanks was doing here, Shanks answered truthfully that it was to ask the direction to the world.

"What are you going to Wan Guo for?" Marco sipped his beer.

Shanks: "Eat dessert."

"..."

'Are you sick' was all but written on Marco's face.

Shanks himself thought the reason was a bit funny, at first he just lowered his head and laughed, and then the laughter gradually became louder.

Marco twitched his eyes, "Really?"

Shanks raised his head and took a big gulp of beer, "Really."

Marco's face sank, the new four emperors went to meet another four emperors, that was a big deal, and the reason was definitely not as simple as eating dessert.

"Where's your crew?" Marco asked.

"Because of some reasons, we are temporarily separated. This time, I will go with An An." Shanks turned his head and glanced at An An who was feasting.

Marco's eyes followed Shanks' line of sight to An'an, but the scenery he saw from this angle was not ordinary.

I didn't notice it when I was in the park before, but now An An bent down to find that the collar of her robe was too loose. His eyes passed through the collar and saw her milky white roundness and deep ravines still on top of the snow. bright red...

It was only then that Marco realized that there was no clothes under An An's robe!

He was about to look away when he happened to meet An An's ignorant and puzzled gaze, which was as clear as blue water, without any impurities.

Marco gave a fake cough, and blocked the sight of the two with an oak wine glass. He paused and said,

"Tomorrow is the date for the BIGMOM tea party. This time, she invited the boss of an underground intelligence room. It is said that he moved his headquarters to this island."

Shanks' eyes lit up, this is a good opportunity, and there is usually a one-time pointer in the invitation letter.

However, Shanks had a question, "Why did he move the headquarters so well?"

Marco took a big sip, "I heard that he met a ruthless character a few days ago and burned his previous headquarters to ashes."

Hearing this, Shanks glanced at An An, but An An ignored them at all, and continued to eat lamb chops cheerfully, without any awareness of being the perpetrator.

Shanks stroked his chin, and thanked Marco sincerely, "Thank you for the information."

"It's okay." Marco leaned back in the chair relaxedly, "What are you going to do in Wan Guo?"

Speaking of this, An Anke never dived again, she raised her head and looked at Shanks tacitly, and then smiled slyly at Marco, her sharp canine teeth shone coldly under the light of the tavern.

"Occupy all nations, establish yourself as a queen, and eat up all the desserts!"

Marco took a sip of beer, completely opened his eyelids, which were always shrugged, and looked at the two people in front of him in shock.

my love

After Marco pointed them to the direction of the headquarters of the Ministry of Intelligence, he looked up at the hour hand and found that it was getting late. While picking up the coat on the chair and putting it on, he got up and said that he still had things to do. Just go one step ahead.

Shanks leaned back in the chair leisurely, raised the oak wine glass, said something like drinking together next time, and then let Marco go.

When An An looked up from the cream soufflé, Marco had long since disappeared from the door of the tavern.

An An got up quickly, told Shanks in a hurry that she would be back soon, then hurriedly opened the door and chased him out.

Shanks was left alone, confused and confused.

To be honest, An An has never been a magnanimous dragon, on the contrary, she is very stingy and holds grudges.

Moreover, this pineapple head used a stick to tease her in the evening, which made her lungs hurt from anger. Even thinking about it now, she can feel an inexplicable evil fire burning in her dantian.

She swears that she will not avenge this revenge, she is not the queen of dragons!

Marco walked quickly. When An An went out, the street was dark and deserted. There were only sporadic drunks staggering along the wall, and he had already gone far.

But it doesn't matter, Benlong has a keen sense of smell, she raised her right hand, and drew an arc with her index finger in the air.All of a sudden, a cool wind that belonged to the night blew by, she raised her head and sniffed, and smelled the sweet and creamy smell.

It was the smell of butter sandwich bread in Marco's arms in the evening.

After locking the target, in the blink of an eye, the black-robed girl at the entrance of the tavern disappeared out of thin air, so fast that almost the drunkards thought it was just a drunken fantasy.

Marco walked through the alley, the cold wind whizzed by his ears, and the thick fog in front of his eyes was surging and rolling, as if something terrible was brewing.

An incomparably domineering aura rushed towards his face, Marco's face sank, his body straightened and he stared vigilantly ahead, his clenched fists were grizzled on the joints.

In the dense fog, a figure became clearer and clearer. A woman wrapped in a long robe came out of it step by step. She put her arms around her chest, and the faint lights of the street penetrated into the alley. She could only vaguely see her round chin raised slightly. , and red lips with a slight mocking arc.

Seeing this figure and aloof expression, he almost immediately confirmed that this is Shanks' woman, Antoinette.

Marco breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, put his hands in his pockets, and asked:

"what can I do for you?"

An An sneered, and stretched out her jade-like hand to lift the hood. Seeing his shock for a moment, she secretly grasped the winning ticket, took a step forward to draw a distance from him, and lightly raised the corners of her eyes:

"Did you forget something?"

This is the first time for Marco to see An An's face. Before that, she always pulled the hood very low, only her chin and lips could be seen, although looking at her figure and posture, she knew that An An would not Poor, but unexpectedly, what she saw was completely beyond Marco's expectations.

My heart skipped a beat, and then quickly returned to normal.Maybe he himself felt that it was not good to bully An An, a woman, so he said apologetically:

"Sorry, I used a stick to trick you today."

An An took another step closer, "Not this."

What is that?

Marco frowned lightly, and then quickly thought of what happened when he accidentally saw her breasts in the tavern just now, and was embarrassed to be caught by An An.

He rubbed his forehead and said with a headache, "I didn't do it on purpose, Miss Antoinette, it was just an accident..."

"Accident?" An Jian pretended not to understand, "What accident?"

"Accidentally saw your breasts, I'm sorry." Marco replied bluntly, he just wanted to end this horrible thing quickly.

But how did he know that An An didn't intend to make him feel better from the beginning.

"Ah." An An covered her mouth pretentiously, "I thought you were looking at the grilled lamb chops on my plate, but I didn't expect you to be looking at my breasts."

Marco: "..."

Being clichéd, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, just as he expected, An An raised the corner of her mouth, "Does it look good?"

"What... what?" Marco couldn't believe it.

Dazed for a while, Marco found that the distance between the two was terribly close, so close that he could smell the warmth of the sun on An An's body, which was an inexplicably reassuring smell.

An An's voice was low and charming, "I ask you, is it good-looking?"

Even though Marco thought he was stable in matters of relationship, he was still disturbed by this woman at this moment, and his heart was inexplicably touched.

The faint fragrance of her hair lingered between the nostrils, his golden clear eyes dazzled, his mind went blank for a moment, his lower lip trembled imperceptibly a few times,

"……nice."

"Like it?"

"……like."

"whispering sound."

The hot and ambiguous atmosphere suddenly cooled down with the woman's sneer, and she withdrew without hesitation to leave a distance of half a meter from him, as if the scene just now had never happened before.

There was cold alienation and mockery in her eyes, she brushed her hair and said, "It's useless if you like it, I can only have this little brother Shank in my life, and the others have no chance at all."

"I want to be my little brother, but I don't think you deserve it. You're not as handsome as Shanks, you're weaker in fights, your body isn't as good as his, and your temper is even worse. You can't compare with him at all... "She counted with a serious expression on her fingers.

Marco was leaning against the wall with complicated emotions. He had a feeling that his feelings and dignity had been severely played and abandoned.

The woman shuddered a few times in front of his eyes like a winner, and then walked away with light and joyful steps, but stopped after walking a few steps.

"That's right." An An remembered something, she threw the baguette in her pocket to Marco, and smiled slyly, "I said this is what you forgot."

The baguette drew a round arc in the air and was firmly caught by Marco.

"Although I don't like you." An An rarely looked serious, "But I still want to say thank you for the hospitality, thank you for the bread, Benlong owes you a favor."

After finishing speaking, An An put on the hood and disappeared from Marko's eyes in an instant.

After she left, the alley returned to dead silence, and the air became colder.

Marco looked down at the baguette in his hand, and found a row of shallow tooth marks on it. His fingertips could not help rubbing on it. Time seemed to be a century away. He finally came back to his senses, as if he thought of something funny thing, leaning on his forehead and chuckling.

Childish ghost, or the kind of super vengeful.

After An An returned to the tavern, she and Shanks went to the headquarters of the underground intelligence room that Marco had mentioned.

At the door, there were countless bodyguards wearing sunglasses standing behind their hands, with solemn expressions, politely stopped An'an and Shanks, asked their names, and walked in to report.

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