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

The next day, the broadcast on the island began to hype, well, that is, the introduction of the contestants and the rules of the competition, and finally the usual speech by the island owner.

The old alcoholic who has changed from a pirate to an island owner is no different from the appearance on the boat. If today is not a game, he probably would not bother to leave his brewing room. His messy hair covers half of his face, Wei Tuo With his back on his back, he took the phone bug, coughed, cleared his throat, and then spoke into the microphone:

"Red-haired boy——!!! If you can't beat the idiot son of the Whitebeard family, you will go as far as you can!!"

The voice was full of anger, no different from that on the boat. Whenever the captain stole a drink, there would be a roar on the boat. However, this time, under the amplification of the phone bug, it almost deafened people's ears and scared the wig away.

But put aside the harsh words, of course there are good words.

"If you win - you can drink the wine here!! No matter who!!"

Marko and his group of idiot sons with white beards looked at the old alcoholic with a phone bug with a black thread on his head. He wore a white badge on his chest, including Saatchi who was participating in the competition.

The old drunkard's words are simply setting them up against them. No, a group of malicious eyes must use this opportunity to test the strength of the white beard son...

Marco closed his eyes, sighed, and opened them, still with the dead eyes and lazy attitude.

So try it out, new people.

Ah, what a hassle.

After saying a few words, the old drunkard retreated to the backcourt to watch the game, sitting in the island owner's seat, with tea, fruit, snacks and sake on the table, it was simply not complete.

After the old drunkard sat down, he stretched out his hand to take out his large robe, and he took out a small phone bug with two beards, and he said with a smile: "Old bug Ah, this time let's see how the idiot son of the Whitebeard family pounces!"

Said, coupled with his eerie smile, this is really like an essential character in a horror movie.

The old drunkard firmly believed that he would win this time, so he dialed the number of his deadly opponent.

On the sea, on a huge whale-headed boat, a man ran over holding a phone bug, shouting: "Daddy! Daddy! The old drunkard is looking for you!"

The white beard who was sitting on the special sofa of the sons glanced at the son who came running. At this moment, he was not inserted into the tube, and the alcohol was not banned by the son. Although it was useless, because the white beard wanted to drink, there were not many people. If you can stop him, you may be thrown into the sea by your father.

"Kulalala, didn't that old alcoholic lose enough last time?" White Beard still remembered the old alcoholic's loss to him last time, and the way he jumped made White Beard drink a big pot of wine happily; He made a move, took the phone bug that was too small for him, held it in his palm, pressed his elbows on the soft armrest, and said to the phone: "kulalala, the old alcoholic wants to bring me wine again -"

"Dream! You old guy! There is no way to win this time!!" The phone bug stared and cursed.

"Oh, which time you didn't say that?" White Beard didn't care, because... too many times ←_←, every time he magnified his words, and every time he lost because of his big words, so these words are useless.

"If you don't win this time! Labor and management won't start the competition! I'll give you free wine for three years!!" The old drunkard looked at the beard on the old phone bug's mouth, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to reach out and pull it out!Fortunately, he is still very sensible, knowing that this is not the real beard of Whitebeard, but a fake beard worn by his old partner to make it look realistic.

What the old drunkard said made White Beard's eyes shine. The wine brewed by the old drunkard is really good. Otherwise, his stupid son wouldn't be participating in the moth competition every year, but... It's quite interesting to watch the stupid son being tossed... …

This is the sigh of an old father whose son is too mature to rely on his own father.

No, no matter what, I feel that the white-bearded father is aiming at his son's ugliness, that is...to watch the fun! ?

"Okay! Old drunkard, you have to remember!" Whitebeard agreed, and ordered his son to connect the video phone bug. After this connection, he also saw the red hair in the competition, and the one on the side. Girl, he understands, there is a reason for the old drunkard's inexplicable bet.

"kulalala, good old drunkard, you old man is—"

"What is it!? Let me tell you, I'm sure I'll win this time! Just wait and drink the drinks outside!!" The old drunkard raised his head with a smug expression on his face, and the phone bug imitated the expression , so the white beard on the other end felt funny and annoyed.

If it weren't for the sake of our friendship for many years, White Beard really wanted to throw this old guy into the sea to wash it off, and he really thought that White Beard had no temper?but……

The red-haired boy is very popular recently. If this kid hadn't given up on that old guy Roger, he would have really wanted to dig him in; and the other one, compared to the red-haired boy's popularity, is much quieter, but...

"kulalala - that bastard Roger stepped on shit!"

"Hahahaha, you are jealous and envious of Roger, Whitebeard!"

"Get out! I won't be jealous of that bastard!"

"Hahahaha duplicity——"

The old drunkard was bickering with Whitebeard, he was in a good mood, he seemed to have seen the end, if he didn't win this time, he, he, he would peel off the red hair! !

"Ah-cut!" The red-haired man standing on the playing field shuddered, and then sneezed loudly.

"Have a cold?" Arka leaned over, bent slightly, and looked at Shanks, who was holding his nose. When he said this, Shanks backed away a few meters immediately.

Alka: ... what the hell.

"Be careful of infection!" Shanks said seriously, covering his nose.

"...My body is not that fragile." Alka looked at Shanks who was about to face a big enemy with a blank expression.

"This kind of thing must be guarded against!" Shanks said solemnly.

"...Come here, don't force me to beat you before the game starts." Arka stretched out his hand and summoned the red-haired beast. The red-haired beast was not very happy at first, but under Alka's serious face, he moved, um, Just moved.

"..."

Alka swished a few glances at the empty seat between them, and stared at it coldly. The red-haired beast came over a little bit.

"Don't come here again! I——find someone else to form a team!"

'Swish! ! '

Sure enough, substitution games are more useful than beating people.

Alka glanced at Shanks, who was covering his nose with his hands, and paid no attention to his stupid look, and put the brand on his shirt, it was red, presumably it was specially distributed by the old alcoholic.

"No need to be careful, I won't get sick, at least I won't get human diseases."

Alka lowered his eyes, carefully buckled the pin into his clothes, and then patted it to make sure it wouldn't fall off.

This statement reminded Shanks of a sentence written in the idiot's diary: Alka is not human, so she does not have human body temperature, human heartbeat, and human life span; but so what—she is Alka, This is enough.

"Shanks."

The yelling in his ear brought Shanks back to his senses. He looked down at the woman with her hand on his chest, and she asked, "What did you remember?"

"I, I..." Shanks stammered a bit, but in the end he closed his mouth and shook his head, half-truthfully said: "That sentence made me feel a little uncomfortable..." He pointed to his heart, really feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, it's probably because of the different races." Alka put another button in his hand, and the meaning was very clear.

Shanks took it honestly, bent down, and asked doubtfully, "Race?"

"Ah, in fact, I will die too, just later than you. In fact, I have already found the exit." Alka looked at the lightly moving red head in front of him, and thought of the afterimage of the butterfly he saw last night, his eyes flashed slightly dark color.

"Export?"

"Ah."

Having said that, Alka didn't want to talk any more, even if Shanks was curious and wanted to know, he could only put this topic aside.After helping her put on the badge, Shanks couldn't hold back, leaned forward, kissed her on the forehead, and rarely said to Alka seriously:

"I will wait for you!"

Until the day you are willing to tell me so.

The atmosphere between Shanks and Alka is very good, but the surrounding atmosphere is not so good, just because... Alka is the only woman participating in the competition!Female!

The picture of this show of affection really makes people itch.

So someone couldn't hold back, and yelled at Alka and the others: "Hey! Red Hair! Are you here to participate in the competition! Or to show off!?"

Didn't you see a group of single dogs looking at you fiercely and jealously! ?

"Ah, I'm sorry." Shanks said apologetically after being pointed out to the place where people were forced to hold the torch, so the group of people thought that the red hair was easy to talk, so they wanted to touch the pole to climb up, for example...

"It's easy to say, boy, the woman next to you is very beautiful, do you mind..."

Noticing this, Marco sighed. He could already predict the fate of these people behind him. They snatched food from the lion's mouth. The fate would either become the lion's food, or the lion's clawed soul, and it would be the lion itself. I can't bear to eat it.

Sure enough, no one saw Shanks' actions, at least the newcomers couldn't see clearly. In the blink of an eye, the clothes on those people turned into rags, and they stood there naked/naked/naked.

There was an eerie silence inside and outside the arena for a few seconds, and then short cries sounded intermittently.

Shanks was holding a tree branch that he didn't know where he came from. He stood there with a smile, his red hair fluttering in the wind, and said in a moderate way: "Dragon has reverse scales. Yes, you just happened to meet Nilin named 'Arka', you can use your brains, but she is the only one..."

Shanks paused slightly, and the few people standing there covering the important parts with their hands swallowed hard, only then did they realize that the kick seemed to hit a big iron plate this time.

Shanks said: "Only she, don't move her mind at all, otherwise--kill you." As soon as the words fell, the murderous aura erupted from Shanks, shaking everyone present, and some were unsupportive Stopped, thumped, and knelt down.

The old drunkard on the main seat stretched his neck and clicked his tongue a few times, but he didn't notice that the red-haired boy had made a lot of money in the past few years, but if he didn't, it would be a shame.

"Those who kneel, let them pack up and get out."

Even the kid didn't have half the murderous intent, and he didn't resist, tsk tsk, what a shame.

Shanks immediately gained a lot of female fans with such a show in front of everyone.

"Good, so handsome, red, red-haired adults, come on!!"

"Master Red Hair, come on!"

Shanks, who accidentally got a bunch of female fans, was stunned. He hadn't been handsome for 3 minutes, and that's it—cowardly, just because...

"Ah, Alka, you, you, me, me, me..." Stuttering like that, if you can understand it, that's amazing.

Alka: ...Don't say anything, I understand everything

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Shanks: No, no, you don't understand! ! !

"Hey, contestants, skip the useless prologue, let's go directly to the topic - the first game!!" The commentator holding the phone bug stretched out his hand and pointed to the big screen that suddenly appeared, on which was the first game. The rules of the competition explained at the same time: "The first competition is very simple, as long as the two people arrive at the designated seats within the specified time, they can participate in the next round of competition!!"

"Both arrived at the same time?"

"Yes! The two arrived at the same time! The two people here are drawing lots. If you draw a lot, then the first level will be on the position of the drawn lot until you pass the level. Please come forward and draw lots!" the commentator Turning sideways, someone took out a red box, and Marco looked at the box with an ominous premonition.

He twitched the corners of his eyes slightly, and after they finished twitching one by one, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand, hearing the wailing and complaints of unsatisfactory guys.

In other words, it's getting more and more uneasy.

Marco closed his eyes, and took it out cruelly. The so-called lottery was just a wooden sign. He opened his eyes, and when he saw it, he was stunned.

This pose...

"Hey, what's wrong with Marco?" Sachs leaned over, looked at the picture on the sign in Marco's hand, and with a click, it petrified.

"Fuck, this posture..."

"Ah, this pose..."

Following behind, Alka, who took out a wooden sign, blinked, then looked at the host, a sloppy old man eating dessert, ah, old drunkard, unexpectedly...experienced.

"Arka, what position did you get? Ahh? Ahhh!!?"

Shanks leaned over and took a look. Shanks was stunned, then imitated the gesture on the sign and hugged, coaxed, and the red apple version of Shanks appeared on the stage.

It looks like this posture is not very cough... wonderful √.

And Marco on the other side already knew that Shanks' gesture was trivial √ compared to them, and maybe it hit the kid's heart, because didn't they get along together! ?

Marco, holding the wooden card in his hand, had the urge to drop the card and leave, but luckily he held back.

After finally regaining his senses, Sach asked a question, which was: "Marco, we... who hugs whom?"

'Kacha', the wooden sign was broken.

Sure enough, go back.

Marco thought blankly.

On the other side, the white beard who saw what happened at the scene through the phone bug took a sip of wine, and after turning his head, he knew that the old drunk had played a new move this time, but... his son would not just leave the scene like this.

"kulalalala—"

Whitebeard laughed.

"Hey dad, look at this again." The son who was passing by came up to him, glanced at him, and asked, "Marco doesn't look very good, is that old drunkard coming out with a new game?"

"But no matter what, we will win." The son said confidently, but this time Whitebeard didn't agree, but said:

"Kulalala, silly son, this time the old drunk has found a helper!"

"Helper? Who? Wait, that redhead looks familiar..." The son saw the redhead whose face turned red, immediately took out the bounty list, flipped through it all the way, finally stopped, his eyes widened, and He let out a sigh: "The captain of the red-haired pirate ship, a rookie who has broken through [-] million and barely squeezed into the middle class, why is he here?"

"Newcomer? Kulalala—that kid is not a newcomer—" White Beard glanced at the bounty list, Kulala laughed, put down the wine in his hand, and said in a calm voice: "This kid is—Roger Intern on the bastard ship!"

"Huh? Huh? Huh——!!!!"

That's why he said it's not necessarily this time, two to two...

"kulalala——this time there is something to watch, go and call everyone to have a look."

"Okay, Dad."

As everyone knows, Whitebeard's order has become a dark history for Marco and Sarge in recent years, and they will not go to the island for several years in the future.

By the way—what kind of posture is Shanks and Marco! ?So curious! !Could it be... Shanks couldn't help but overwhelm Alka's slapping posture halfway through! ?

Pfft, this picture is really...beautiful√

The author has something to say: cough, posture√

A good pose for snapping√

Also, take a day off tomorrow, um, take a day off√

I went to bed too late recently. If I code again, the quality will deteriorate. This is unbearable for obsessive-compulsive disorder. Well, finally good night