[Comprehensive] Red hair and Xu are a perfect match!

The forest is very large and lush, so lush that Shanks and the others can't tell the difference between east, west, and north, which brings them a lot of trouble. Because of the large and small beasts along the way, in short, it is very hard to find the captain.

Just when Bucky was about to give up and was about to sit down and take a rest, a blue shadow landed and landed on a branch.

It's a big blue bird.

After Alka saw it, he was silent for a while, and asked, "Fat chicken?"

"..." The bird parked on the tree glanced at Alka with dead fish eyes, his expression seemed to say: Are you a Shabi?But I don't argue with you.

"How could it be a chicken, he can fly!" Bucky was finally able to catch his breath, but at the same time he spit out Alka's words.

"That's a fat bird, so fat." Shanks stared at the bird huddled up on the branch like a ball, and silently raised his arm to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"...Didn't you eat just now?" A drop of sweat appeared on Bucky's forehead.

"I feel it." Shanks said innocently, "Don't you think it's very meaty? There's a crunching sound after eating..."

'Swish'

Before Shanks finished speaking, a stone flew towards him. He turned his head to avoid the stone, and turned his head to look at the chicken they were discussing, ah, no, it was a fat bird.

Those dead fish eyes looked at them listlessly, and the bird's beak moved: "Hey, brat..."

"Wow!!! The fat bird has become a genius!!!" Bucky was the first to scream uncontrollably.

A tic-tac-toe popped out on Fat Bird Marko's forehead. He could bear it once or twice, but three times or four times. Sorry, he got angry.

Malka tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and secretly warned himself not to care about like a kid.

In fact, he was just a little bit older than them.

"My father asked me to tell you that this forest is very dangerous at night. If you still want to survive, you should leave before it is dark."

"Father? The uncle who just came to our place to eat, drink, and poach corners?" Shanks blinked. He looked at Marco on the top of the tree, his eyes clear.

"...Ah." A drop of sweat fell from Marco's forehead, and he thought to himself: Dad's old problem has happened again.

"What will happen to the woods at night?" Arka asked a question that he cared about no matter who he was.

This question drew the attention of Marco, the kid who said he was a chicken.

"...will turn into a desert." Marco said in a low voice: "It is rumored that this island is divided into two worlds, a vibrant forest and a barren desert. The island will wake up, and the demons living in the desert will stray into the island and eat them alive."

The forest was very quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing the trees, it was Marco's flat voice, which really made Bucky feel goosebumps.

"Hey! You, what you just said is a fairy tale to deceive a three-year-old, right!?" Bucky rubbed his arms, with a vague tendency to blow his hair.

"It's still twelve hours before it gets dark and the moon rises in the sky." Marco didn't answer Bucky's question, but told them that you can try.

"The news I want to convey has already been told to you, and the rest is up to you." After Marco finished his father's mission, he flapped his wings and prepared to fly away. At this moment, Alka, who was in deep thought, suddenly spoke. said:

"How did you know?"

"We came here because of the legend." Marco glanced at the seasoned Alka.

"Suoga, be careful, demons can't be killed..." Alka looked at Marco, his gray-blue eyes flickered slightly: "But, everything has a fatal point, isn't it? Kind of like humans."

Marco flies away, because the strange things he conveyed make everyone forget the fact that he is a bird.

And Marco, who was flying high in the sky, flapped his wings slightly, recalling what Alka said in his mind.

... there are oddities.

But he couldn't think of where the weirdness was, so he could only hide this weirdness in his heart.

"Now, what should we do now, Alka..." Bucky, who was frightened by Marko's information, subconsciously looked for Alka, only to see her standing next to the tree where Marko had just stood.

She reached out and stroked the rough bark of the trunk.

"What's the matter, Alka." Shanks stepped forward and looked at the tree. He didn't find anything strange, so he asked Alka.

"It's a quartz tree..." Alka's eyes shone slightly, she withdrew her hand, turned her head sideways, and said to Shanks and Bucky, "The captain is in the southeast direction."

"Huh? Alka, do you know the captain's location?" Bucky was a little surprised.

"Well, it's still too late to find it now." Alka said to them, and at the same time took a step forward, and then his wrist was grabbed.

It was Shanks, he was holding Alka's wrist, Alka's figure was in his black eyes, small but rooted in it.

"Alka, where are you going?"

Shanks asked with some uncertainty and apprehension.

His intuition has always been the best and most effective of the three.

"Go and see." Alka looked at Shanks, broke free from his hand, and disappeared before Shanks' eyes in the blink of an eye, at a speed that they couldn't capture at present.

Shanks looked at the empty hand and clenched it tightly, thinking to himself that he wasn't working hard enough!

"Hey, Shanks, are you okay?" Bucky looked at Shanks and asked with some concern.

"Could you really like..."

"Bucky, let's go find the captain!"

Shanks interrupted Bucky, and Bucky had no choice but to shut up.

On the other end, Alka was jumping quickly among the bushes, his eyes seemed to be looking for something.

Quartz tree... more than one.

The sky was slowly getting dark, and somewhere in the forest, there was a fiery red light, and at the same time, the sound of shouting and playing was heard from time to time.

"Huh—he's a pirate too?!!"

Bucky was in Roger's camp, his shocked jaw couldn't close and he pointed to the uncle sitting on the other side, the uncle who robbed them of their flesh and planned to poach their corners. There were several people behind him. ten or so.

The numbers of the two parties are about the same.

The atmosphere is also slightly weird.

"Hahahaha, he's an old comrade in arms!!" Roger sat cross-legged on the ground, laughing loudly. He picked up the wine jar, took a big sip, and then threw it to Whitebeard.

"Kulalala, you are still so shameless, Roger!" The white beard smiled and took the thrown wine, and drank it with his head held high, which was in line with what Roger said.

Just when Baki breathed a sigh of relief, the other party suddenly said:

"We are mortal enemies kulalala!"

When Bucky heard this, his hair exploded immediately, and he looked at Whitebeard vigilantly with his eyes, making a vigilant gesture.

This appearance drew a big laugh from Whitebeard.

"You guys are really lucky to step on shit, and you have taken in a few good boys."

This disguised compliment made Roger proud: "That's right, I'm the man who will be the One Piece..."

"How about giving me that girl of yours?" Whitebeard was used to Roger's boasting, and interrupted Roger's words calmly.

"no!"

"do not want!"

The two voices are sandwiched together.

It's Roger and Shanks.

"She's my crew!"

"She's my companion!"

The voices of the two overlapped again.

It seems to be in perfect harmony.

Whitebeard was not angry when he was rejected, he smiled kulalala: "Then you have to be careful."

The eyes of the three met together, and thunder and lightning crackled.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Malka's forehead behind the white beard, the old man's mischief was really enough.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked at Ban Xuanyue, which was about to rise to the center.

Rayleigh, who was the deputy captain, also raised his head. They had already received the news through the mouths of the two little devils.

Rayleigh took a puff of his cigarette and felt a bit of a headache. Every time he got off the boat, he would encounter some strange things, but it was also in line with their interests.

"How accurate is the news?" He skipped three people staring at each other and asked Marco, one of Whitebeard's most powerful assistants.

"Who knows, it's just a legend. Didn't the pirates come here for the legend?" Marco repeated flatly. He looked away and looked at Rayleigh, his eyes were still the same, looking at him lifelessly.

'Hu~'

Rayleigh slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, blurring what he saw, and then gave a cigarette stick to the two people on their side.

"Stop making trouble, where are the Arkans?"

Alka hadn't been seen early in the morning, which was rare.

After asking this question, Shanks, who was covering his head, was obviously in a low ebb. He said sullenly, "Alka went to investigate first."

This low tide is rare, Rayleigh raised his eyebrows, and didn't mind dismantling Shanks in front of outsiders: "Dumped?"

"Being dumped must at least be a relationship between a boyfriend and a boyfriend, Senior Rayleigh." Bucky said flirtatiously on the side.

Then he gets punched by Shanks.

"Arka will be fine, she's very strong." Shanks said with a smile while holding his smoking fist, with lilies blooming behind him.

This special effect was selectively ignored by others.

"The moon is starting to get round."

Among the crowd, Stark raised his head, watching the process of the half moon in the sky slowly becoming round.

"Ok?"

Marco on the other side suddenly became suspicious, his eyes looked into the distance, and there was a person standing there.

"The brat?" he whispered.

Shanks and the others looked over, and as expected, Alka was standing there.

She raised her head slightly, staring at the gradually receding moon, the deserted moonlight made Alka stretch out her hand...

The moon is full, the wind is blowing, and the wind and sand are blowing.

The forest disappeared, and they miraculously appeared in the endless desert.

"Alka...?"

Shanks widened his eyes, looking at the man standing on the slope.

Alka, who was not far away, seemed to be aware of it and looked over, that person was too obvious, because at this time, without the cover of trees, it was difficult not to notice it.

The wind blew, and the white wide-sleeved robe fluttered.

Alka stretched out his hand and touched his right eye, the cold bone texture, then moved his hand again, and touched the exposed abdomen, where there was a hollow hole running through the abdomen.

Ah, the imaginary trait is back again.