I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

How strong is the current red dog?

In addition, Sauron accidentally heard the training order of the senior navy generals, what kind of sea building stone training, what gravity room, it is simply sensational.

With a creak, Ainilu opened the door first.

He saluted the burly figure sitting on the sofa: "I've brought someone here, President Sa."

Sakazuki)," who was seriously tasting coffee, was a little surprised when he heard the words. He thought that Anilu would be like calling his own name in front of the Dynamite Rock Storage.

Now it seems.... This kid is very good at heart.

In the eyes of everyone, it was a burly uncle sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs leisurely.

It's like the kind of gambler who drags chairs and chairs to find someone to play cards in the ordinary alley, and like the passers-by who can be seen everywhere by the outdoor cafes on the street.

There is no such rumors that the eyes are like knives and the aura is terrifying, but the whole body reveals the ordinary.

Once dull enough to make people feel boring, people will look up at the first glance, and they will ignore the past if they are not uniform.

This kind of slightly decadent busy middle-aged people can be seen everywhere, running around for firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long.

At first glance, this middle-aged uncle who asks for life can no longer be regarded as mediocre, but mediocre.

Without the rich murderous intent in the legend, or even in terms of momentum alone, Usopp asked himself that he might not be as good as the old man who sold fish at the entrance of the village.

He just sat so quietly, without any prestige at all.

There is no claim in the rumors: the **** smell that can't be erased no matter how you wash it, on the contrary, Sauron, who has a keen sense of smell, smelled the aroma of coffee beans and the smell of cigar lingering around the mediocre uncle.

Well, it's still creamy cigar.

This person is sitting on a slightly old sofa on one side. The ends of the armrests of this supposedly good-quality leather sofa have been polished white, and the rest of the leather has also faded from the oily vermilion color and is slightly yellowed.

It seems that this sofa is some years old.

In this simple house, this ordinary middle-aged man, who has long been regarded by everyone as the gods and demons, is enjoying the rich flavor of caramel macchiato coffee with bated breath.

With his rough face, the years have silently imprinted the traces of time on his slashing face.

The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and the fine traces on the facial skin left by weather-beaten frost all quietly reminded him-the hero is twilight.

With the Chinese character Hu on his chin, his already fierce face is getting closer to the wild, and his stubble chin is more and more sculpted to give him an overall mediocre look, or in other words, it looks a little downright.

The scars that can't hide on the side of his cheek and neck may be the only proof that this dull middle-aged man has the status of a veteran.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he was scratched like this by the fierce old lady in the family.

The snow-blue volcanic swirls are dotted with pale pink roses and cherry blossoms, and this has become the focus of Usopp’s uncontrollable complaints: "Did we go to the wrong room? There is only a raunchy black society. Will you be a middle-aged uncle?"

In Usopp's view, apart from the sturdy body and the taller man sitting on the sofa than Luffy, this middle-aged man with a slightly old face is simply too ordinary.

Like an old farmer who takes a break from sunrise to sunset, he thinks about the one-third acre of land he is in charge of.

In a blink of an eye, the jealous look on the faces of Lu Fei and others grew worse.

But whether it was Sauron or Usopp, even Luffy himself hadn't noticed what was unusual about this person in front of him.

Had it not been for Luffy who had grown up in Marin Vatican, he was convinced that he would never have mistaken the person, the rubber fruit ability person would almost question the identity of the military leader in front of him.

But there is one thing that Lu Fei, Lei Jiu and others are sure of.

The biggest abnormality in this room is normal.

At least five years ago, they could still vaguely feel the illusion of being in the crater from the lord of the legion.

Like a dormant volcano for thousands of years, under the illusion of tranquility, endless hot magma is tumbling.

There is no need to compete between masters, and they can roughly confirm whether the opponent has real materials from the mysterious and mysterious sixth sense, the aura of the body, and the perception of color.

But now, this rather accurate way of sensing has no effect when applied to the Lord of the Legion.

The man is sitting in front of them, which can't be wrong.

But it always feels like there is only an afterimage that can't perceive the entity.

This kind of weird thing is like **** in the day.

The volcano lurking deep in the mountains disappeared.

【is it possible? The kind of big man standing at the top of the world, in this room, the sense of existence is not even better than Usopp, who likes to brag, Wang Qiang? ? ? ] Sauron whispered secretly in his heart.

The man spoke slowly, and there did not seem to be any malice in his words, he just said hello:

"Little Lu Fei, have you had fun these five years?"

For a moment, the captain, who thought he had experienced a lot of wind and rain, was sweating in cold sweat.

He was not shocked by this uncommon greeting, but the moment the burly man uttered the word "happy", the monstrous killing intent that erupted from the opponent in an instant and then condensed back.

Lu Fei had an illusion in a daze, as if the whole person was placed in a lonely boat, and the raging sea of ​​killing around him almost swallowed him.

With a loud cry, it turned out that Sauron couldn't bear the temptation that came upon him in an instant and took the lead in drew his sword to contend.

Chrysanthemum head suddenly recalled the feeling of falling into an ice cave when he encountered [killing weapons] in the East China Sea.

And the words he once asked: How many people did you kill with such terrible killing intent?

Now I just think I am ridiculous.

Like a frog at the bottom of a well who has never seen the vast sky before, he regards the dome-shaped sky at the mouth of the well as his target of amazement.

In the previous moment, he saw hell.

431. Legion Commander (Part 2)

In just a moment, something indescribable and terrifying seemed to have awakened in this old and ordinary cabin.

And the sea of ​​killing intent that shed light on the moments, once again shrank and turned back into the burly figure of the dull middle-aged man in front of them.

Like a giant whale absorbing water, its murderous aura was swallowed by an invisible "black hole".

Dissipated in the invisible, only the plain and easy-going atmosphere continued to fill this slightly outdated cabin.

It seems that everything that everyone has experienced just now is just an illusion.

But Sauron knew very well that this was not an illusion. He had no shortage of sharp eyes staring at the ordinary middle-aged uncle, as if trying to penetrate the ordinary body to penetrate the depths of his soul.

Because the swordsman knows,