Pirates: Song of Weary

"Zeus, what's wrong!"

The situation of Zeus shocked everyone, but fortunately, after a while, Zeus got up.

"It's okay, it's just too bad."

"Is it really that unpalatable?" Xing Yu stared at the fruit of painting in his hands with some hesitation, but in the blink of an eye, his face was firm and he took a bite of the fruit of painting.

In an instant, Xingyu's eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground, startling Zeus, Prometheus, and Napoleon.

Just like Zeus, after a while, Xingyu stood up and patted the dust of her dress, but her face was still pale and she kept vomiting.

In the end, it was Napoleon's performance. Like Zeus' star language, Napoleon opened his mouth directly, biting at the Western sword one by one like eating ice cream.

However, the only difference is that when Napoleon eats it, there is no taste.

However, this is not the most bizarre, because the most bizarre is why Napoleon can eat the Western sword, you must know, the supreme knife, any one, its material is extremely hard; it can be said that in the world, it can make The thing that is damaged by the Supreme Sword is a problem, whether it exists or not.

However, Napoleon was like eating a snack, except that it was a little bit hard, but it easily smashed the Western sword.

It has to be said that it is a miracle, and perhaps the principle that exists in it is simply beyond common sense.

The most important thing is that when Napoleon ate the Western sword, a childlike pain sounded in his ear. However, every time Napoleon took a bite, he felt his spirit rise inexplicably, so he became more and more energetic. .

As for why Napoleon chose the Western sword instead of the first-generation Guitou, it was because Napoleon felt that the first-generation Guitou was a little dangerous, so he chose the Western-style sword as a second priority.

Because compared to the evil of the first generation of Kitoru, the Western Sword appears to be milder.

Of course, Napoleon couldn't explain this feeling, but he instinctively felt that the Western sword was the best.

After each got what they wanted, the four little guys sneaked and fled the research room without even saying hello.

"Let's try our abilities!"

Self-confidence expanded, Zeus' originally white body had changed at this moment, and from a distance, it was purple and purple, extremely infiltrating.

And Napoleon, no longer a hat, has been completely shaped into a giant sword, and I don't know what the situation is, in short, it exudes an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Originally, Prometheus, Zeus, and Napoleon were a kind of strange living beings. The death of BIGMOM not only did not affect them, but relieved their shackles.

Even inanimate weapons can eat Devil Fruits, not to mention the three special Mihoz Prometheus.

Among the three little guys, there may be only Xingyu, and nothing has changed. However, if you look closely, you will find that Xingyu has undergone a slight change.

Napoleon readily accepted Zeus' proposal, because he felt that his physical strength was rising, and he couldn't wait to kill the Quartet.

And Xingyu, the same way, his eyes glowed, wanting to see his ability to draw.

"Let's go to the forest over there."

Napoleon pointed in one direction, and then the four little guys disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the sky burst into flames, a black cloud shone with purple-red thunder, and the breath was violent.

"Crack..."

A purplish red thunder slashed down, and in the blink of an eye, it was riddled with holes, and a towering giant tree was destroyed, leaving a large pit in place. Among them, green-red venom was faintly visible, corroding the ground.

"Wow! Zeus, you are amazing."

The three little guys were stunned. If Zeus could only release ordinary thunder in the past, now there are not only thunder, but also poison.

Poisonous thunder, who dares to touch it?

"Haha... I've become stronger, I've become stronger." Joyfully unable to find his head, Zeus returned to his original form, flying around excitedly in midair.

"Next, look at me."

On the one hand, Napoleon snorted for himself, turned it into a giant sword, flashed with a deep cold breath, and swung it violently, and in an instant, the sand and stones flew away, the whole ground was cracked, and a ravine that could not be seen, shot straight into the sky.

Looking at the divided abyss in front of them, a few little guys opened their mouths again.

"Do you want to be so scary?" Prometheus, who was standing on the heads of Zeus and Napoleon, glared, he felt that his previous advantages were gone.

"See, see, see..."

Napoleon was also excited that he couldn't find the north, like a child who got a toy and showed it off.

"Little princess, try your ability."

"Okay, let's think about it, what am I going to draw!"

Now, the basic application of the fruit of painting, as well as the ability, the star language has been understood, just like the instinct, it is naturally clear.

"Tiger..." Napoleon was the first to answer.

"Tigers don't look good, draw bears." Zeus suggested.

"I figured it out." With a flash of mind, the little guy already knew what he should draw.

After looking for a branch, a flame brush appeared in the little girl's hand, and after thinking about it, she began to draw on the ground.

Xingyu's talent for controlling fire has long been no secret among the Xiyang Pirates, because some fur tribesmen on Zowu Island next door have thunder and lightning in their attacks. Not too fresh.

Start slowly, with the appearance of the general framework, I don't know if it is too exhausting, but the little girl's face is a little pale.

"Is this a rabbit?"

In the end, what caught everyone's eyes was a big two-meter-high rabbit. Except for the eyes that were not drawn, the rest of the place was just like the real thing, vivid and vivid.

"Why don't you draw eyes!" Zeus pointed to the big rabbit's eyes.

"Because if I draw the eyes, the big rabbit will live." The little girl was panting, obviously exhausted.

"Can you live? Wow, so powerful."

In Prometheus's imagination, he thought that the fruit of painting was just painting, but unexpectedly, it could give life, just like the ability of the mother.

"I'll order it."

The flame brush was a little bit, and the next moment, in the eyes of the four little guys, the figure of the big rabbit on the ground began to swell, and then stood in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

Staring, a few little guys looked like real rabbits, and some didn't respond.

However, this rabbit is a bit strange, because it is bigger than ordinary rabbits, and it is also a little fat, about two meters. The most important thing is that this big rabbit is golden red, perhaps because of the use of flames in Star Language. .

Obviously, the color of this big rabbit is too single. Perhaps, when Xingyu grows up and the painting fruit develops more powerfully, he will be able to draw what he wants.

As soon as the big rabbit appeared, he jumped beside Xingyu, and arched gently, very attached.

"Let's go, let's go back and give Dad a surprise, Dahong only has one hour."

Climbing up on the back of the big rabbit, holding the pair of long ears with both hands, the little girl had a happy face, directed the big rabbit, and jumped to the imperial city.

Beside them, Zeus, Prometheus, and Napoleon, as if they found some interesting toys, wandered around the big rabbit from time to time.

"This time we go back, we must let everyone take a good look at our power."

Very inflated, Zeus raised his chin high.

"To surprise them."

Napoleon also chimed in.

"Otherwise, let's form a team! Don't powerful people have nicknames? We are all so strong!" Prometheus suddenly made a proposal.

"Yes!"

The four little guys suddenly got up in spirit.

"Think about it, what is the name of our team, and our respective nicknames, we must be tall and high, and when we say it, it can make people feel scared."

"Like the domineering title of BOSS..."

"Then what is our team called..."

Noisy and noisy, each of them expressed their own thoughts, but there was no result.

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