A Day in the Pirate World

"Ok?"

"Next time we meet, I won't lose to you!"

"I am waiting."

The screen disappeared, and Shanks suddenly grinned: "So, navy kid, are you ready?"

Mo Sen's eyes were hot: "I hope you won't let me down!"

"Sure enough, it looks a bit like it."

"Then come on, let me see your growth over the past ten years!"

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(Send a big chapter first, go to dinner, and continue to code after dinner. If there is no accident today, there will still be more than [-] characters. I hope everyone can enjoy it.

After all, I am like a hardworking author, and hardworking people will be treated gently [Crazy Hint])

Chapter 5 Shanks’s Domineering (4k[-] words achieved)

A certain winter island in the new world, on an unnamed snow peak.

It is not really considered Xuefeng, because the size of the island determines that it cannot support a mountain that is too high.

Most of the hills here are continuous, no more than a hundred meters high, and even a few hundred meters high can stand alone, and the mountains are small at a glance.

The place in front of you is an inconspicuous corner of the entire island, but it belongs to the place where the wind and snow are the most urgent on the entire island. Even if Shanks and his gang have occupied this place for long enough, they have never set foot here.

The wind and snow never stop here, and there is no vegetation on the hills at all.

In such a snowy weather, even the hardiest trees cannot survive here.

Thousands of miles are frozen, and thousands of miles are snow drifting.

Looking at the past, everything is white.

No.

There is also a tuft of fiery red in the line of sight, which is the red hair from Shanks, which is very conspicuous in the snow-white.

He was wearing a black shawl, under the cloak was a half-exposed floral shirt, floral cropped trousers, and a pair of sandals on his feet.

This is a fairy-like match!

At least Mo Sen couldn't complain, the navy is the most pleasing to the eye in this world's attire.

Compared with Shanks, Mawson's attire is much more formal.

The navy cloak of justice fluttered in the wind and snow, and a light white suit almost blended with the wind and snow.

But what was weird was that the wind and snow slid past him without any intention of falling on him.

The sky is full of wind and snow, and the feathers are not added.

This is to make a movie or something without special effects at all, and the effect is simply ax level.

Shanks' western sword is on his right side, which is exactly opposite to Mawson.

There is no specific way to say this, everyone has different shooting habits, and the position of the scabbard is also different.

In any case, what suits you is the best.

The wind is blowing more and more urgently.

Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Mo Sen looked at Shanks, his expression became extremely indifferent, and a fierce aura was hidden from him.

Well, that's right.

It's the smell of pretending to beep!

"You're here!" Mo Sen said.

"..."

"You shouldn't be here!"

"..."

"But you're still here!"

"I said, do you want to beat you bastard? What are you talking to yourself?" The redhead was a little melancholy.

What the hell, it's so cold here, do you know that Hun Dan!

It's no time to talk about those useless things.

"Cough..." Mo Sen's expression froze, "Isn't the scene in front of me very suitable for this line, don't you think?"

Hey, Shanks, you've fallen.

In this situation, if you don't improve your style before the battle, and pretend to beep, what is the difference between that and a salted fish!

What about the promised generation of Bee King?

"I don't feel that way." Shanks choked.