[Pirate] Warm Waltz

A bolt of lightning struck, and white light illuminated the room for an instant.Mozambique could clearly see Debra sitting across from her, with a calm and terrifying expression like stagnant water.He staggered back a step, cold sweat dripping from his brow.

"Lieutenant... lieutenant general... are you okay?" As one of Debra's confidantes, he knew that Rosinindi, who died in the line of duty this time, had been her childhood sweetheart for many years, and they had an inseparable relationship.It was very wrong for her to be calm like this now, based on his understanding of Debra... the calmer she was, the less kind she would be.

The atmosphere was stiff for a while, and Debra finally got up slowly from the chair, and put the "cloak of justice" that had been on her lap on the table.With light steps, he walked past Mozambique and wanted to go out.

"Lieutenant General!" Surprised by Debra's unusual performance, Mozambia couldn't help calling her.No matter what happened to her in the past, she was always the most calm and peaceful one, not rushing or impatient, leading her subordinates out of the predicament.But now...she frightened him.

Debra didn't look back, but still walked forward, her steps were light but firm.It seems that you have made up your mind to do something.

"Lieutenant General! Are you going to abandon us?!" Mozambia frowned and shouted, feeling that Debra's aura had become extremely indifferent and alienated, as if she had nothing to worry about anymore.

Finally, Debra stopped, turned her head and smiled faintly at the loyal subordinate who had been with her for many years: "Sorry, I'm tired and can't go on."

A few days later, late at night, Debra finally found Doflamingo on a brightly lit island like a gold cave.She stood in the darkness before his door, listening to the howling of the wind and clouds as they passed between the buildings, and watching the swarms of gray clouds rush by across the dirty, sad island .

The hand in the pocket slowly clenched something, the blue blood vessels on the back of the hand protruded, and the short nails left deep pinch marks on the palm of the hand.

After a long time, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, avoiding it when the people inside violently threw heavy objects at the door, and then walked into the room where Doflamingo lived.

Debra saw him sitting on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette and looking out at the brightly lit street.

Debra walked to his side and followed his gaze.The night market is crowded and lively.

Glancing at Debra, Doflamingo said nothing.

He took the cigarette he was dangling from Doflamingo's mouth, put it to his lips, took a deep breath, and his expression instantly became enchanting.

A sweet and dark smile bloomed, slender arms wrapped around his neck, fingers stroked his face, and at the same time sent red lips.

Doflamingo didn't refuse either, and kissed back even more passionately. His big hands swam around her whole body, taking back the dominance.

Right by the window, limbs entangled.There are empty rooms on one side, and bustling streets on the other. They seem to be on a gray dividing line. One step to the right is to enter the crowd, not to be alone, and one step to the left is to be lonely, to enjoy oneself alone.

When he entered her, Debra's eyes opened, and there was complete indifference in the black and cold eyes, without any lust.

"There are a lot of people outside..." The tone was flat.

The movement was non-stop, and Doflamingo closed his eyes and increased his strength.

"Most of those people don't know each other. They are just fortunate to be in the same place at this time, but sooner or later they will still have to separate. Separation means being forgotten to a large extent. But there are always some people who will leave even if they leave. It will remain in our memory forever and will never be forgotten."

His eyes opened suddenly, staring at Debra.

He hooked his lips and smiled miserably: "It's like Rossindi."

Afterwards, a sharp knife pierced the chests of both of them at the same time.

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, I have to think about how to write the next chapter, I always feel that this chapter is not abused...

Ni Meng thinks... [cover face] [cover face]