One Piece: Dedicate Your Soul to the Devil

"It's such a big group of criminal groups, agent killers, pirates, I'm really lucky."

The blonde navy at the head showed a faint smile.

"Navy, it turns out to be a navy!" Mr. 5 Bomber's face changed and he shouted out.

Nami, one of the three people on the candle cake, also exclaimed in a low voice, "It turned out to be him." She still vividly remembers the terrifying navy when Crowley tortured and beat the rats and the navy in Cocoa West Village. .

Crowley spread his hands helplessly. Originally, he had the opportunity to tempt the angry giant to ask for power, but he was not short of power for the time being. At the same time, he still had something to do with the giant. You can only save them by yourself, in that case, you can still get a good impression.

This navy...how is it so handsome! Mr3's partner, the painter girl Miss. Golden Week's face rose to a blush, this person's face is simply grown in her aesthetics, white and masculine, male god! ! !She seemed to have a deer rushing in and out of her heart.

"So are you going to take it easy or fight to the death?" Crowley asked indifferently. He didn't have any ill will towards these Baroque workers, and he didn't want to trouble Lao Sha, but even if he didn't care, there would still be others in the future. The Straw Hats will blow him away.

Anyway, when you come across it, just play it with your children.

"Navy, stop looking down on people!" Mr.3 frowned first, his hands turned into white candle liquid, and he threw it towards Crowley.

Swish!

Arkin raised the remaining cane and was about to meet him, but Crowley stopped him with one hand and gave him a look.

Ah Jin understood that look in an instant, and led the navy people back. The look in that look meant, don't affect my abuse of vegetables!

"Why doesn't he hide!" Nami and Mr. Golden Week couldn't help exclaiming in their hearts as they watched Crowley stand still.

"Candle shackles!" Seeing his white candle liquid wrapping around Crowley's body, Mr.3 couldn't help shouting excitedly. He thought there was something special about this navy, but he didn't expect to see his attack even fleeing If you don't open it, it's not like you haven't seen the power of the Devil Fruit.

Keng!Keng!

The candle liquid solidified instantly, and a square candle formed on Crowley's hands and feet, blocking his movement.

"You think this thing can trap me?" Crowley frowned, looking at the odd square candle shackles on his hands and feet.

"My candle is comparable to steel after it solidifies, don't you see the giant next to me?" Mr.3 said proudly.

"Really?" Crowley smiled again, and with a slight force on his hands, the candle block, which was said to be comparable to steel, shattered into several pieces, fell to the ground, and his feet moved slightly, and he easily escaped. The candle cube was like a fluffy candle on him.

Mr.3 saw his movements, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were dull: "How is this possible?"

"Mr.3, your ability has regressed, look at me!" Mr.5 laughed, and when he stretched out his hand, he popped a booger at Crowley.

Exploding booger!

He is the one with the ability to explode fruit, and every part of his body is a bomb.

The smile on Crowley's face slowly cooled down. It would be unhappy for a normal person to be shot with booger!He moved his footsteps, dodging the disgusting booger attack, holding the famous sword Yizhu in his hand, quickly walked to Mr.5's side, and cut out a sword.

"Cut off!"

Snapped!

Blood spurted out, and a head rushed into the sky.

Why is this guy still like this!Nami, who was trapped on the candle cake, closed her eyes and did not look at the disgusting headless corpse.

With such a fast swordsmanship, Zoro's eyes flashed with light. The navy's sword was fired for a moment, and he almost couldn't see it clearly. This booger man died not wrongly.

"How dare you kill my partner!" Miss. Valentine said angrily, the beautiful agent flying in the sky with an umbrella. She is a superhuman-type kilogram fruit person who can control her weight freely. The weight is reduced to kilograms that can fly with an umbrella.

"Stop joking, are the agents of the killer group still afraid of death?" Crowley, who had not recovered from the attack by Mr. 5's booger just now, said coldly.

You must have awareness in everything you do. Since you can kill others when you are a killer, you must also have awareness of being killed by others!

"Drink! Ten thousand kilograms!" Miss. Valentine's Day put away her umbrella and shouted angrily.

The weight increased instantly, and the [-] kilogram weight made her fall from the air in an instant. Below her was Crowley.

Crowley looked up, but found something different, a green...

Really, knowing that his ability is going to fly to the sky, what wrap skirt should he wear!

However, with a mere [-] kilograms, he pouted and raised his hands directly into the air.

Miss. Valentine, who saw his actions, showed a cruel smile. I don't know how many people think that their strength is enough to pick up [-] kilograms. The result?It's not that she was pressed into meat sauce by her!

Snapped!

Crowley's face was indifferent, but his expression soon changed, eh?How did he touch two balls of soft things.

"Ah - hooligan!" A high female voice sounded above her head.

He looked up, and his hands were resting on Miss. Valentine's, um, butt.

The weight of [-] kilograms can also keep the body soft, which is also very powerful...

With her screaming, Crowley looked a little chaotic, his hands slipped, Miss. Valentine slipped directly into his arms, and in the spirit of a gentleman, he came directly to a princess to hug.

Keng!

Time is sluggish, and the romantic vibe is passed on.

Ah Jin sighed while holding his forehead, his pattern is still small, the boss's look just now didn't mean for me to abuse the vegetables, it was obviously for me to pick up girls!

Killing the partner of the beautiful agent, arousing her anger, and then relying on vigorous force to bring people into her arms, really, has one hand, boss!Akin's expression became strange.

Can't compare!The sailors also showed ambiguous expressions.

So, is the Major General's wife settled?

"Don't let me go?" Miss. Valentine's Day was hugged by Crowley, with a blushing blush on his face. He wanted to slap him on the face just now, but Crowley was like a prince. With such a handsome face, she just can't do it herself, you must know that this is the first time she has been hugged by a princess...

"Oh!" Crowley looked a little embarrassed. He released his hands and slowly put her on the ground. He really wanted to explain that he didn't mean it.

The suppressed laughter came, and they only saw that the sailors were covering their mouths and holding back their laughter. It was the first time they saw the appearance of a major general. Who is their commander?That is a hatred of evil, hands and eyes, and the vicious and brutal Sunshine Demon Major General Crowley!The expression on his face when he tortured the enemy made his heart shudder when he saw it.

Crowley scratched the back of his head, this time it was really finished, the image he had established before was completely destroyed, and this soldier will not be easy to lead in the future.

Miss. Valentine passed by Mr.3's side, and coldly threw a sentence: "I don't want to play anymore." After that, she left without looking back.

However, Miss. Golden Week behind Mr.3 was clenching her fists and watching her leave with a bulging mouth. That man actually hugged her, hugged her, hugged her... slut!

"Mr.3, do you still want to play?" Crowley asked slowly towards Mr.3. To be honest, he didn't want to play anymore after such a thing happened.

"Of course!" Mr.3 supported his glasses and looked at Mr.5's headless corpse. He still had the idea of ​​revenge for his colleagues, and if he went back like this, he would not necessarily be punished by the president of the Baroque Work Society. What kind of sanctions?

Swish!

A lot of white candle liquid appeared on his body, surrounded himself layer by layer, and finally formed the appearance of a tall candle robot.

"Candle Champion Cup!"

He looked at Crowley confidently: "Miss. Golden Week, color!"

"No!" Miss Golden Week puffed out her mouth and looked at Crowley blankly, asking her to help deal with this man, she couldn't do it!

Chapter 21 Want to learn? I'll teach you!

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"Huh?" Mr.3 was sluggish for a moment, what happened? Miss. Golden Week refused to color him!They are partners. They are both artists. Usually, they are very close, and the cooperation is quite pleasant. How could she lose the chain at this juncture?

Isn't dropping the chain here to pit teammates? !

But when he looked back, he saw that Miss Golden Week had packed up the painting equipment and put it back in his small backpack, sitting on the ground pouting and eating senbei.

He doesn't care about his life or death at all, but Mr. 3 knows that no matter what, she won't help her paint herself. This little girl's character is just one word, stubborn.

My little aunt, why are you angry at this time! Mr.3's mentality exploded. If he didn't have the coloring of Miss. Golden Week, his strength would be greatly reduced. Judging from the swordsmanship of the navy who killed Mr.5, he really might not be his opponent!

Looking at the man who was still choking with a faint smile in front of him, Mr.3 doubted in his heart, maybe he didn't need the word "maybe"...

Crowley looked at the two who seemed to be in conflict, raised an eyebrow at him unexpectedly, and asked, "Are you still fighting?"

Are you still fighting? Are you still fighting? A fluffy sentence, negating the ability of Mr.3, making him seem like he does not have the ability of Miss. Golden Week is really a waste!It's so arrogant!

How can Mr.3 as an artist endure such an insult?Being insulted by one's own enemies is simply a denial of his personality!

If Crowley knew what he was thinking, he would really say a word to him silently, that's not what he meant...

Mr.3 gritted his teeth, bit his head and roared: "Hit!"

After he finished speaking, he manipulated the candle robot, and with a strong kick under his feet, he threw a huge fist at Crowley.

The punch was very strong, but in Crowley's eyes, it was full of loopholes. He had dozens of ways to deal with it, but because of this, thoughts jumped in his mind repeatedly, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing that his fist was still a meter away from him, Crowley still didn't respond. Instead, he frowned and stayed in place, as if he didn't know what to think. Mr.3 looked happy. This was not a sneak attack by himself. You don't hide yourself!

He's not someone who doesn't speak martial arts.

But the punching wind was approaching, and Crowley's long hair had already been blown, but he still hadn't figured out how to deal with it. Alas, it's not a good thing to know too many things.

He shook his head, helplessly raised the long sword in his hand, his wrist twitched, a long sword in his hand was like a dexterous carving knife, dancing quickly around the thick white candle glove in Mr.3's hand , the layers of white candles were cut off by him, like snowflakes.

But you must know that these candles on Mr.3 are comparable to the hardness of steel.

Finally, the long sword cut off all the candle gloves wrapped around Mr.3's hand, revealing Mr.3's original hand, but his body is still leaning forward, it seems that even if the candle armor disappears, he will Gotta punch Crowley.

Snapped!

Crow used the back of the knife to pick, and the huge force directly smashed Mr.3 into the air.

Zoro looked at this scene and frowned, is this the swordsman who cut iron?He had already tested it with his sword just now, and these solidified candles were indeed as hard as steel.

And Crowley can cut so easily, the strength of this navy is simply unfathomable.

Mr.3 climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The original white candle armor had been stained with mud and looked dirty. As an artist, he must not be able to bear his masterpiece to be stained with mud, but he is not in the mood to think about it now. These.

His back, which was wrapped in candle liquid, was soaked in cold sweat. This guy's swordsmanship was terrifying!Just now, he clearly felt that Crowley slashed from his fist and slashed the glove on it with exquisite accuracy, but he did not hurt his fist at all. He did this on purpose!

It was as if he was testing how subtle his swordsmanship could be!

This guy was able to chop off his arm just now, but he chose to shoot himself. Could it be that he is a whetstone in the eyes of the other party?

"Damn, how dare you look down on me!" Mr. 3's face was blushing, and the other party's behavior made him very angry. Even if he is an artist, he is also a man!

boom!

His hands stretched out like a flood, and a large amount of white candle liquid overflowed from his two hands, threw them on the ground and flowed slowly, encircling Crowley into a large circle, the matches burned, and the flames were raging. A huge ring of fire was formed.

"Art sublimates, the circus jumps through the ring of fire!" Mr.3's hands changed again, and one by one white candles formed animals of different shapes, one after another, passing through the ring of fire and running towards Crawley.

The white candle animals passed through the fire ring, and a huge fire suddenly ignited. The flame animals dripped hot candle liquid and made a "呲呲" sound.

Crowley couldn't understand the artist's thoughts, he just felt that the bells and whistles, the famous sword and bamboo in his hand, exuded a cold glow.