I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Even though there is no problem with his health, the tired look in his eyes is hard to hide.

Gion knew very well that this guy who likes to support himself is actually very tired.

"...No." A certain stiff-mouthed guy turned around and continued to focus on work.

Gion looked at this guy who was cuter than the house-bred golden retriever amused, and said, "Yes, yes, Sa's life is the best return, and he is not tired at all."

When the sky turned dark and night fell, Sakazuki only breathed a sigh of relief.

Hundreds of depressed and bitter letter papers on the right hand side have been written, but the sad atmosphere still lingers.

A slender hand wrapped around his neck from behind, and the female great swordsman gently pressed her chin against the military cap of Sakazuki. She deliberately suppressed this dead-hearted eye to prevent him from getting up smoothly, and threatened: "I have been with you for three hours. Exchange at the same price!"

The fierce words seemed to be sulking, but in the blind corner of Sakazuki that was hidden by the brim of the hat, the pride and distress in Gion's eyes were intertwined, and finally turned into a pursed smile.

Without waiting for this obsessive-compulsive disorder to answer, Gion grabbed Sakazuki and ran outside: "Go to the hot springs!"

"..." Sakazuki looked dull, and was dragged by Gion toward the hot spring hotel like a string doll. You don't need to think about it, it must be the bad idea of ​​Sengoku and Karp.

As for why you don't have to think about it? Gion used Moon Step directly from the fortress, and the two old guys actually followed them so wildly!

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The hot spring hotel, as the most popular recuperation project of the military, has always been well received by the navy of the headquarters for its physical and mental health and unique hot spring culture.

The store has always used boilers to heat water to ensure the temperature of the pool water, but the guests who came to the hot springs tonight found the difference.

The new water in the pool tonight exudes a faint smell of sulfur.

"Huh? Brother is boiling water?!" The salted fish seal, who had been soaking in the hot spring for an afternoon, finally noticed the water temperature and smell.

Without waiting for him to think about it, the big Buddha, who had finished changing his clothes, picked it up from the pool.

"Mr. Warring States, what are we going to do?"

Kuzan faintly followed behind the Warring States, still not forgetting to pick up the phone worm placed on the stone slab.

Master Marshal, who can't remember how long he has not soaked in the hot springs, is in a very good mood at the moment. Since giving this advice to Gion, he has started to look for people everywhere.

The older generations like Karp, Crane, and Zefa, Xiun, Lindeman, and Luo Nandi... these young men, Robin, Lucky, Ace... these little **** kids.

Some have already been soaked, some are still on their way, the most authentic geothermal hot springs, this is a rare occasion for the Navy Headquarters in ten years!

The steam is steaming, and the back of Sakazuki in the bath is blurred.

But in the perception of Kuzan and the Warring States period, the position of the other party's figure is clearly visible-Sakazuki is leaning halfway on the edge of the pond, and it is rare for him to be out of shape only in the hot springs.

Seeing the other party comfortably put the towel on his head, he clearly felt that there was someone behind him, but he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Warring States sneered again and again, he would never make the same mistake a second time!

Don't look at this calf lying in the hot spring with a refreshing and lazy appearance, and the things that are comfortable for magma people are very likely to be extremely unfriendly to ordinary people.

This time Zhijiang didn't even want to ask about the water temperature, so he kicked Kuzan into the pool with his foot up.

A large amount of steam quickly rose from the hot spring pool, making the whole hot spring more and more cloudy. Upon seeing this, the Uncle Warring States secretly gave his wit a compliment in his heart.

If you don't throw Kuzan, you can jump into the hot spring?

"Tsk, the water is so hot by you, it's crazy!"

"Tsk, the water was chilled by you, sleepy bug!"

The two of them fought each other almost in unison.

Seeing that the water temperature was finally suitable for soaking people, the Warring States period sat down comfortably.

The veteran looked at the two men who had gradually grown into the pillars of the navy headquarters with a smile. He was very pleased with his words: "When we went to the hot spring together in 1502, he was still a little guy half-dead by a white beard. , After so many years, you have been able to kill one [Four Emperors] alone."

"Sakazuki, Kuzan." The Warring States Period looked at the main force of these two expeditions solemnly: "Thank you."

"Well, you're welcome."

"Serve the people!"

As soon as the words fell, Sakazuki wanted to make a big mouthful of melon seeds. The old idiom was actually spoken fluently, and he was embarrassed to say that this battle was to help the residents of the New World islands.

Thank God for not adding a block!

And the new world public opinion issue that he had been worried about at first did not ferment and intensify as he imagined, and eventually formed a bad image that made the expeditionary army infamous in the new world.

On the one hand, it is naturally because of the unique atmosphere of the New World-under the rule of the Pirate Group all the year round, most of the residents in the second half of the great sea route have become accustomed to the urinary nature of several pirate forces fighting for the territory.

The navy's visit also failed to arouse a thousand waves of waves, giving these aborigines a strong sense of belonging.

On the other hand...

"The media's public relations are really terrible. Those who play with pens can kill people than those of us who play with guns." Kuzan was speechless. He read the newspaper before and discovered that the world government public relations had quietly started.

"Although from a certain point of view, the bald eagle is right." I have seen all kinds of gossip, whitewashing, and senior black Sakazuki in previous life news. The writing skills of the newspaper.

Obviously, the white beard, red hair, and navy were all calculated by the head of the three plagues, which made the expeditionary army be in a dilemma on the return route.

But as soon as Morgans played up, they became the Beast Pirate Group and the White Beard Pirate Group fearing the navy's terrifying momentum, and only dared to jump out to prove themselves after President Sa escorted the war criminals of all nations on the journey.

Sakazuki maliciously cast his gaze to the direction of the holy place Mary Joa, and he tried his best to persuade these consuls.

It's a pity that the five old stars of others have regarded the words from the bottom of their hearts as bullshit: "The five old stars will not organize the navy headquarters to enter the new world on a large scale for at least ten years."

"The world government has a face, but it has helped Baibeard expand the territory of more than 30 islands." Beside him, the Warring States Period took off the air of a marshal. He positively affirmed the estimate of Sakazuki: "This kind of trade at a loss, the five old stars will not do it a second time."

"By the way, what about Mr. Karp?" Sakazuki suddenly remembered something: "Didn't he follow us out of the fortress with you?"

The muscular demon monk who felt his blood flowed freely waved his hand: "He said he would help you with the special training of the intelligence team."

"..."

Seeing Sakazuki stretched the expressionless dead face, Sengoku realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

"Sakazuki, who are the members of the intelligence team that need special training?" Zhijiang's lips twitched and asked this question that seemed to be able to guess the answer.

"That...Mr. Karp, are you going to soak in the hot springs?" Lindemann, who only wrapped a bath towel around his waist, opened his blue eyes. Silent.

He, Lindeman, the [fraudster] of the expeditionary force, and the Voldemort fox of the headquarters, was blocked at the door.

And the uncle who blocked him, the fox said rbq.

Monkey D. Karp blocked the door with a bright smile, as if he couldn't wait: "Little fox, are you interested in following the special training of the old man?"