One Piece’s Strongest Ice Dragon

() A few days later, Shampoo Islands, area 60.

"I say you guys, I'm really not afraid of death ..."

The person who said this was Simon. While watching the coater (the film craftsman ... too violent) filming the sailboat, he carefully installed the small iron nails with edges and corners one by one. Inside a small tube.

He had already learned Doraemon's flying knife skills, but Simon was not prepared to copy everything from others. With a clever brain, Simon has fully combined his own physique with the skills of the Devil Fruit, and developed some practical techniques that are unique to him.

"Uh ... why do you say that, Simon?" Arudo lowered the iron tower for exercise and clenched his head in confusion.

Isn't it just from here to the New World? What does this have to do with not being afraid of death?

Simon: "... I think it's hard for me to tell you with your IQ, so I don't hear it!"

Simon finished speaking without punctuation, and then turned away from Arudo to continue his work.

Arudo nodded blankly, suddenly came back, raised a ton of iron tower in his hand, smashed his head and smashed at Simon: "Asshole! Don't think I don't know you are calling me stupid!"

"Oh, you are really smart!"

Listening to the clinking clanging in their ears, the Jerome brothers were sitting on the shore, with a picnic cloth in the middle, a few snacks on them, and a tea cup.

Looking at the sea, breathing the sea breeze.

"Well ... it's really a peaceful day."

"Yes Yes."

"You two, until the time is right! It's better to come over and help move things in when you have a fight!" Tony sneered as he passed by the two, calmly avoiding all kinds of flying concealers and splashing stones, holding him behind There is a string of bubbles unique to shampoo land, which is packed with various living materials.

"No, have you ever heard me say anything?"

Simon stopped and looked at Tony silently: "From here to Cannibal Island, there is at least a half-month voyage. And we are now riding a regular sailboat instead of a warship, so this time should be calculated at least for one month! "

"A month!"

"Do you know how many attacks we will meet ?!"

"It's a big deal to sink, anyway, I can swim!" Arrudor looked at Simon against the iron tower, looking at the only Demon Fruiter in this group.

Simon: "... Go!"

The coater has been working overtime all day and night, and the bubbles on the ship will soon be completed. Tony slowly squeezes the bubbles in his hand from the space left, and says to Minnie on the deck: "Isn't Mingde here yet?"

"Well, he said he had a chance to see him again and didn't know what to do."

Not all of the companions chose to leave with Minnie, and not everyone who left was with them.

Hearing Minnie's words, Tony said "Oh" without going into detail. Mingde was very unhappy when he left, and there should be something on his mind. Maybe what the "humiliation" of the Westin family, Simon, would know, but then what is necessary?

If Mingde needs it, he will definitely come to them.

"Now, Tony!" Arrudor ran over, holding a black cloth in his hand, with an ugly skull painted on it: "Look, what about the pirate flag I painted!"

"Hell!"

Tony's face turned black, and a red silk thread shot out, smashing the black cloth on Arudo's hand. Looking at Arduo's blank eyes, Tony coughed, turned and said to the stunned navies not far away, "Sorry, he's a bit over-excited, things are not what you think ... "

After all, these are the former officers of their own. Let's just not see them ...

The two naval soldiers responsible for keeping the door at the office looked at each other and said tacitly that we didn't hear anything.

...

After a few days of adaptation, the undead and the animals on the island gradually became accustomed to the existence of Loya. When he did not step out of the castle, the atmosphere of the island finally restored to the past.

Death Knight Crokdal, this is the new identity of the sand crocodile. He is responsible for arranging the undead on the island to perform various tasks and to take on the task of guarding the first line of defense on Turtle Island.

Even though the big sword that Luo Ya had made for him did not conform to his aesthetic, he was still used to using the scorpion poison needle on his hand as a weapon, but he was still a knight.

Sir, you have to have a proper name!

Loya answered him so.

I thought that after Loya had worked out a series of things, she would spend the holidays on Turtle Island honestly, but!

"Troublesome, is it me again?"

His face was colder and paler than he was alive, but he could not conceal the abandonment on Crockdale's face. He held the information brought back by Drake and poked his lips: "Cut, really treat the undead as hard labor! Are we the dead who have the right to ask for a vacation?"

The resurrected undead are tireless and do not need to eat, as long as the soul flame continues to burn, they can continue to live forever. It even said that because of Loya's sake, even if their soul flames extinguished, they would return to the master's hands and never escape Loya's control.

However, this is not the reason why you give me all the trivial things!

If it weren't for you ...

I didn't know what Clochdal was complaining about, Drake tightened the mask on his face, and his voice was a little dull: "Come on, isn't it the simple matter of digging a grave? Otherwise, you can change it with me, and pay Rona goes to Dresrosa to monitor Doflamingo? "

"In fact, nothing has changed."

Crockdal touched the big sword next to him, and banged his finger on the skeleton of the hilt. "I don't think you can really deal with flamingos, and the captain definitely understands this."

"So after completing the mission, I still have to go to Dresrosa."

"I'm really sorry for dragging my legs down!" Drake rolled his eyes and looked at the big sword made of dead bones disgustingly.

It's because there are so many ... the same materials, so he must wear a mask every time he comes.

Uh ...

The door of the room was pushed open ~ www.readwn.com ~ An undead with only half of his head in came in. He was wearing an old-fashioned butler suit, saluting slightly to Crockdal.

"Master, dinner is ready. Will you eat here or go to the restaurant?"

Hearing what he said, Crocker Dahl turned to look at Drake, raising his eyebrows: "Would you like to eat together?"

"... Farewell!"

After all, Drake's feet started to wind, and quickly walked around the undead housekeeper.

Watching him rush away, Crockdal smiled and picked up the information on the table again. Loya's plan is clear, and he also knows that he must show the corresponding value.

"A chance to declare yourself to the world?"

"It's really hard work, Captain."