One Piece: Tyrant Bear

After thinking about it, Xiong stopped and saw another person, a man with a helmet on his head, who looked very hateful.

He stood in front of the bear, reaching above the bear's thigh, looking up at himself.

His eyes were rebellious and arrogant like him. The moment he saw the bear, his eyes blinked and blinked, as if he was thinking. Then, his face changed drastically, and he pointed at the bear, speechless.

With a chain in his hand, a person is fastened, wearing a headscarf, with a bushy beard, and a big mouth that swallows everything.

The murloc turned out to be a murloc.

Xiong stared down, and the Tianlong was pulling a murloc, which seemed to be quite okay.

This murloc looked very familiar, Xiong pursed his lips.

"Are you going to take me back too?"

The Tianlong man was so frightened that his legs trembled, he didn't dare to answer, and kept shaking his head.

He recognized it, this person was the man who killed his compatriots last time, how dare he appear here.

The murloc, seeing that the Tianlongren was so afraid of a person, looked up at this tall man, giving him a suffocating pressure.

"Tianlong people, it's interesting, you dare to appear in front of me, do you want to die?"

"You... don't move, I'm a Tianlong person, a world noble, you... you..."

The more he talked, the more frightened he became, his body backed away, and the murloc who was being pulled by his hand remained motionless, and he was angry.

"Give it to me and kill him."

The murloc remained motionless and looked at Tianlongren coldly. Xiong admired his courage, but then he felt uncomfortable.

"Ahhh!" Tianlong people's torture methods are not bragging, especially for slaves, whipping and beating them.

"What's the name of the ghost?"

Xiong teleported to the back of the Tianlongren, patted the back with his right hand, and then put on the gloves.

Tianlongren disappeared, disappeared in front of his eyes, the murloc was stunned, looking at the back of the bear, huge and dangerous.

"This kind of person should be dead. Here you are, the key."

Throwing the key at his feet, Xiong said again: "A pirate should look like a pirate. Whether you are human or not, I don't care, as long as you remember, you are a pirate, not a slave."

Take a bible, walk around, and what happens next, he doesn't care.

Anyway, he wanted to find some trouble with the navy, preferably the ghost spider and the flying squirrel, in that case, he could take revenge.

The murloc picked up the key, unlocked it, stared at the bear's disappearing back, clenched his fists, and muttered to himself, "I'm a pirate, not a slave."

"Today's kindness will be repaid in the future."

"Murlocs will never be ungrateful."

He turned and left, disappearing into the crowd.

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Killing a Celestial Dragon is very troublesome.

Xiong doesn't know how big it is, but in another hour, the navy will arrive, and by then, it will be time for war.

During this time, the bear found a place, sat down, and seemed to await their arrival.

Who will come?Flying squirrel?Or a ghost spider?or someone else.

It is also possible that many people come together. After all, he is not the same as he was a few years ago. This year's Xiong is 23 years old, and he is no longer a teenager or a young man.

After several years of prison life, the greenness on his face faded, and the damned edges and corners were polished.

Calculating the time carefully, he seems to have been imprisoned at the age of eighteen, that is to say, he has been in Jincheng City for almost five years. How did he spend these five years?

He himself didn't know that life was worse than death, and what he saw every day when he opened his eyes was cold, endless cold.

It was dark, cold, and bitingly cold, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.

Five years, spent the best time of life.

Eighteen years old, twenty-three years old, five years in between, five years of youth and frivolity, he bowed his head bitterly, five years, let him not have the impulse of the past.

It is said that when you are young, you don't know how to feel sad, and it has been many years since you know it.

"Five years, my five years, have been in the city of Jinjin, a period of youth, just buried like this."

"Ha ha."

I want to laugh, is it sad?Not really, is it poor?It doesn't count either.

It can only be said that five years is essential. If he does not enter the city of advancement, he will not know that there is such a dark place in the world, and he will not meet the familiar him.

The armed color is domineering, so naturally it will not be so easy to learn.

Everything, all in one word: fate.

"Hasn't it come yet? The action is too slow. This kind of efficiency, in another world, will definitely be scolded to death."

Xiong couldn't help thinking of that era, perhaps, that was a peaceful place.

There is no war, no bloodshed, not so many murders without blinking an eye, at most, it is corruption, darker.