One Piece's Strongest Ice Dragon

"for the kids!"

On the other hand, Sabo tried hard to build a good relationship with the kid, and kept asking questions.

"Hey, is your hair natural? It's so white."

"Wow! Is this gun yours? Cool!"

"Hey, look, we're about the same height!"

creak!

A cross was creased on the kid's forehead, and he tried hard to restrain his urge to shoot at it.

"Shut up, ugly bastard!"

"Uh..." Sabo froze for a second, then took off his hat indifferently, making the burn scar on his left face more clearly visible.

"This is not ugly, the scar is the symbol of the man at sea, it is our glory!"

Saying that, Sabo looked at the kid with disgust: "Speaking of which, you can't see any scars on your body, so you don't dare to fight, do you?"

puff......

Haku and the drunkard were choked up at the same time.

Don't dare to fight?Don't make random judgments, you domineering fellow who failed the pass!The smell of blood on his body is several times that of yours, okay?

The kid has a sad look on his face...Is it my fault for not having a scar?Blame me for being a sniper?

"Speaking of which, you have also prepared a ship to leave Crisvia, right?" Haku said, looking left and right: "However, where is your ship?"

It looks big here, but there is no dark corner.They stayed here for a few days and could ascertain that there were no other ships here.

"That's it..." The drunkard hesitated for a while, as if he was considering whether the other party was worthy of trust or not.

But when he saw Sabo, he relaxed.

To be able to raise this kind of bastard, it shouldn't be... not a bad person, right?

So people who raise huskies are not bad!Must have a good temper!

If Sabo knew what the alcoholic was thinking, his face might turn black.

The drunkard who came to the conclusion stood up, jumped to the stone wall by the river, picked up his saber, and inserted the hilt into a pit that looked like it had been eroded by the wind.

A twist.

Crack clap.

Accompanied by a slight vibration, under Haku's hellish eyes, the stone wall slowly retracted to both sides, revealing a neat and flat metal warehouse behind.

Inside the warehouse, a medium-sized sailboat with a dark body was quietly sleeping there. With the opening of the door, the waves flowed, and the sail swayed gently with the waves.

Haku stared at the sailboat dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Just about to ask, the drunkard looked at him strangely.

At the moment, Haku didn't care about his own problems, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Ah, this..." The drunkard looked at the river under the other party's boat: "That, don't you know?"

"What should we know?" Haku suddenly had a bad feeling for some reason.

The drunkard pointed to the river and said: "There is a group of ghost-faced sea worms that eat everything here. It is a place where Jones uses to deal with prisoners. Generally speaking, ships docked here will be eaten up in less than a day."

"Just now you said that you stayed here for a few days... Uh, you... are really lucky!" The drunkard could only sigh with emotion.

"Hey, uncle, are you talking about a kind of washbasin-sized, white sea worm that looks a bit like a spider?"

At this time, Sabo leaned over with a curious face.

"Well, that's right." The drunkard nodded, and then asked curiously, "Why, have you met before?"

"That's not..." Sabo turned his head and pointed in the direction of the cave exit: "But we will meet soon!"

"Huh?" Haku and the drunkard looked up at the same time, their faces turned dark as if they were armed and domineering.

I saw a sea of ​​white insects that was densely packed like a tide, and the number was not a few hundred or a few thousand, but a question of how many tens of thousands!

"Damn it!"*2

......

Strange ceiling...

wrong!

With a sudden leap Jones jumped out of the bed on which he lay.

"Ouch!!!"

In the room, the black panther Gangying, who was sleeping soundly, felt his tail being pressed by something, and let out a painful howl.

"Gangying!!!" Jones exclaimed in surprise, then carefully moved his foot away, and gently stroked his partner.

"Great, you're not dead."

"It's not dead, you have to thank me..." A slightly thin figure appeared in the room, accompanied by a icy cold wind.