Pirates start by refusing the invitation of the redhead

Even the clothes of the residents here are quite fashionable.

Lin Mo stayed in Pigeon Square for a while, when he was attracted by a sudden burst of fragrance.

Following this scent, he soon came to a small pastry shop with a dining area that was like a bar counter in a U-shape and surrounded the internal kitchen (similar to a late-night kitchen).

Due to the meal time, the U-shaped dining table surrounding the kitchen was almost full of people.

Looking around, there is only one seat left in the left corner.

Without much thought, Lin Mo walked towards the only vacant seat, and sat on the high stool in front of the U-shaped dining table without hesitation.

As soon as Lin Mo sat down, a middle-aged man with a turban tied on his head, a white apron around his waist, and a small boning knife in his hand greeted him with a smile: "Look at Miansheng, are you Are you a tourist from other places? What do you want to eat?"

Lin Mo asked indifferently, "Any recommendations?"

The owner of the noodle shop said with a smile: "Our signature tonkotsu ramen has a good reputation. Would you like to have a try?"

Lin Mo responded casually: "Okay."

"Okay, please wait a moment, the meal will be ready in 10 minutes." After finishing speaking, the owner of the pastry shop started to get busy.

Lin Mo looked at the inside of the U-shaped dining table. In the open and transparent kitchen, all kinds of drinks were placed in that row, and he was thinking about what to drink.

At this time, sitting next to him and eating ramen, a white-haired old man with a blindfold on his right eye, wearing a simple casual clothes, a burly figure, and two terrifying scars on his face, suddenly said fiercely: " Plum juice paired with their tonkotsu ramen is a must, boy, you can try it."

Lin Mo glanced at the man, then turned to the shop owner, and said lightly, "Bring me another bottle of rum."

The pastry shop owner responded immediately: "Okay."

The white-haired old man sitting next to Lin Mo stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Lin Mo, then shifted his gaze to the ramen in front of him, and said with a chuckle: "You are so young. You are an alcoholic, be careful that you will have health problems in the future. I used to have a comrade-in-arms just like you. He liked to drink alcohol since he was very young. If he didn’t drink seven or eight bottles a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over. Guess what happened to him? "

Lin Mo: "..."

The white-haired old man continued: "He died later, do you know how he died?"

Lin Mo: "..."

The white-haired old man still didn't wait for Lin Mo's answer, and continued: "He fell and died on his way to buy wine late at night."

Lin Mo: "..."

So, what's the matter with this old man?

Talk to yourself.

Brain bag?

"Hahaha." The white-haired old man laughed loudly, "Boy, do you understand what I mean?"

Lin Mo: "..."

I don't understand, thanks...

Then, the white-haired old man continued to eat his noodles, and after eating, he drank the half cup of plum juice left next to him, and said happily: "As expected, the noodles and plum juice of this restaurant are the most authentic. Boy, it will be your loss if you don't try their plum juice."

"Long-winded." Lin Mo said expressionlessly.

At this time, his face also came.

He took out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder next to him and wiped them with a paper towel on the table. Lin Mo just took two bites.

Sensing the gaze of someone next to him, he turned his head and took a look.

It's the old man talking to himself...

After the old man finished eating, not only did he not leave, but he kept staring at him with a half-smile...

"Boy." The white-haired old man curled his lips slightly and asked, "Do you want to consider being my apprentice?"

Lin Mo: "?"

"Hahaha." The old man laughed loudly, "Don't look at me like this, in fact, I am very strong. To be your master, I should barely be so-so and have some qualifications. How about it? Think about it?"

"No." Lin Mo directly refused, "I don't need it, thank you!"

"Oh, you don't want to be my apprentice." The white-haired old man said with a headache, "If that's the case, then it's fine for you to be my godson."

Lin Mo: "..."

What's up with this guy?

Could it be that he knew Whitebeard?

Lin Mo didn't bother to talk to him, and continued drinking rum while eating his own noodles.

I have to say that the taste of the signature noodles of this store is not bad, and I will bring Ai Nilu and the others to try it later.

When Lin Mo drank the last sip of noodle soup, paid for the noodles and wine, and was about to leave.

The white-haired old man who had been watching him also got up at the same time, and followed him out of the noodle shop.

After walking a few steps, Lin Mo realized that the old man was still following him. Lin Mo frowned slightly, stopped, looked back at the old man, and said in a displeased tone, "Try to follow me again!"

The old man said with a half smile, "Why, do you want to beat me up? Come on, let me see your strength, and you can also see if I am qualified to be your teacher."

Lin Mo: "..."

"Then let's see what happens." Just as the old man finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was half a meter to the left of Lin Mo's body. He pulled out the long sword that he carried with him, and slashed at Lin Mo's arm.

Lin Mo reacted very quickly and immediately dodged sideways.

Although he avoided the white-haired old man's sword, the moment the white-haired old man's sword rubbed against the corner of Lin Mo's clothes, the trajectory of the sword suddenly changed, from bottom to top, it quickly moved towards Lin Mo's body again. The arm was chopped off so fast that even Lin Mo almost didn't react.

Lin Mo immediately took a step back, leaning back thirty degrees.

The white-haired old man's sword brushed against his chin and slashed across.

As long as it gets closer to half a centimeter, it will stab Lin Mo in the neck.

But it's not over yet.

The white-haired old man seemed to have known for a long time that this sword would not hit Lin Mo. The moment his sword cut through the air again, he suddenly adjusted the blade downward again, and struck again.

This time, Lin Mo pulled out the three-generation ghost and directly resisted the attack of the white-haired old man.

The moment the two swords collided, a powerful force suddenly spread out from the point of collision.