Heavens Gift Pack: Start with One Punch Man

Chapter 387: The highest state of paddling is to paddling in public

Lin Bei pressed the tearful Mark on the beach chair while handing a piece of iced watermelon.

"Come on, eat melon!"

"..."

Mark took the melon, tears streaming down.

If he knew it, he would eat melon honestly.

Up to now...

Even lying on a beach chair, eating iced watermelon.

Really the White Beard Pirates.

Are these hundreds of thousands of navies blind with Malin Vando?

This time, his deserter Mark is dead!

but……

"This melon is really sweet!"

Mark ate melons while weeping.

He also wants to understand.

That's the end of the matter, and he can no longer look back.

He wants to be today.

Eat all the melons in this life!

five minutes later……

"belch!"

Mark held his swollen belly, burped, and dropped the thirtieth watermelon rind.

Full of melon!

What surprised him was...

Actually no navy and pirates found them both.

"Damn it!"

Mark couldn't understand: "Why is this?"

Lin Bei smiled slightly.

The truth is actually very simple!

"The two of us are just unknown people."

Let alone eating melon.

The two of them even run naked at Marin Vando.

I'm afraid no one cares...

White Beard broke his wrist with the Warring States Period.

Who cares what the two inferior soldiers are doing?

"The highest state of paddling is to paddling in public.

Without being discovered!"

Mark was stunned and muttered to himself involuntarily: "I Mark, I hope you will be the strongest paddling king!"

Having said that...

But what Lin Bei didn't expect was.

There is a person who has been following them all the time.

…………

Da Siqi, standing among the officers, had a dazed expression.

She is today.

Really hell!

Because of Lin Bei, he not only tried to be a deserter before.

He also spoke rudely to her several times.

She gave Lin Bei a snack.

It's nothing...

Lin Bei and Mark got together.

She is not surprised!

A new deserter, a deserter king.

Just the same smell!

But when the White Beard Pirate Group appeared.

Something is wrong!

Not only did Lin Bei not escape, but he even grabbed Mark who wanted to escape.

if we assume……

This just surprised Da Siqi.

He thought that Lin Bei had changed his mind and became a soldier again.

What happened next.

It really made her a little hard to understand!

First is the watermelon.

Then there are beach chairs.

then……

Two people are like on vacation, eating watermelon on beach chairs under the white beard's boat.

"..."

What the hell are these TM?

Dasqi is on the verge of collapse.

When I want to rush over to ask for clarity.

"Da Siqi, don't go around."

Smogg looked serious: "The fight will start soon!"

The voice did not fall.

"Boom!"

The white beard gave a fist.

The horrible shock spread into the deep sea instantly.

Rolling up a terror tsunami hundreds of meters high, it rushed towards Malin Vandor from all directions.

"Be careful, stand firm!"

Smogg frowned and reminded the distracted Dusky.

however……

Da Siqi can't care about anything now.

She just wanted to see.

Lin Bei and Mark.

How to prepare for this terrible tsunami!

Lin Bei's answer is:

"No response."

That's right!

Do nothing!

Lie comfortably on a beach chair.

Looking at the 100-meter tsunami indifferently, he rushed toward him.

How comfortable?

"...Comfortable?"

Mark burst into tears.

Sure enough, this watermelon can't be eaten at all!

Others want money for watermelon.

But Lin Bei's watermelon is terrible!

"boom!"

The tsunami hundreds of meters high was surging, and the surging alone made a deafening noise.

If this lets it hit.

Even if it is steel, it will be crushed!

however……

"Come on, have a cup of hot tea!"

Lin Bei soaked a cup of Kung Fu tea and calmly watched the 100-meter tsunami that was already in front of him.

Although, he can't remember the specific plot.

but……

He didn't believe that this tsunami could really come down.

The reason is also very simple...

Admiral, it's not for dry food!

Could it be that you can keep your eyes open.

Watching Baibeard flood the naval headquarters?