One Piece My Son is White Beard

"The big port before going to Rogge" Mufeng touched the chin to show the smile.

He hasn't thought about the next plan.

White beard must be seen, but don't worry, after all, it has passed in more than 50 years, nor is it anxious at this moment.

The leisurely look at the changes in the sea in the past 50 years, and it is also a temper for people.

When you have a realm of yourself, you will be good as you like.

"Very good, then speed up."

With the sound of Mu Feng, Es is still puzzled, and the boat slammed out, as if living.

Ace grabbed the boat bar, the whole person is the expression of collapse.

What is this?

After a while, their boats approached the port. For this island, this small boat has to come hundreds of thousands every day, many people just sweep away. It is not interested.

That is, his white hair is impressive, can't help but read more eyes.

After all, this kind of color is rare, it is not the white white, which is more similar to a kind of false white, not to let people gain the old feelings, but will give people a dusty meaning.

"Long-lost city, it is really ah." Step on the pier, Mu Feng said.

There are no people who have been separated from the world. It is difficult to understand this feeling. It is a feeling of hanging world, and I will see the crowd again and will give an inexplicable intimacy.

Mu Feng remembers that he is more than 50 years ago, he is a name in a similar city in a similar city with a young man.

Only the city is located in the second half of the great waterway. Among them, the most famous is the world of Tianxin in the city.

The world's largest swordsman in more than 50 years ago, the palace of Mangmou people opened the road, and the people of Nada, the great power is far from the four emperors.

At that time, Mu Feng was a little grievances, and he took the white beard personally kicked the door.

According to the rules of the road, the palace is outside Martial Arts, all of his disciples face the white beard, you can do it, as long as you win, Mu Feng is lost.

And that time Tianxin Road did not have anyone three months.

White beards defeated all the disciples of Miyamoto Tushan in three months, and smashed the signs of Tianxin Road.

In the end, the anger of Miyamoto is personally shot, and he naturally does not deal with the white beard at the age of 10, but the Warmish.

Only this can only save the reputation of his world's first field.

Then the world's first Judan is born, Mufeng has also raised the sea, until the battle of the later red soil continent.

"Lao Ge, don't stay, I am so hungry, hurry to eat." Ace's voice came, interrupted Mu Feng's memories.

Looking at Es, Mufeng, Mu Feng, smiled, "Go."

Time is awkward, unconsciously, even if you are so big, although this kid is now there is no relationship with white beard.

"What is the best hotel here?"

Looking at the energetic asking, Mu Feng hit the cigarette pole and tap behind.

Just in Mu Feng and Es, this island is soon.

In another direction, a small boat similar to the waters is on the shore, and the people carrying the dark long knife stepping on the island.

He has a short hair, the yellow double is like the eagle as sharp, stalling with short alley, and the head is smoldering black grouse, the body is a wine red flower top.

Walking on the pier, there is a good sword to spread, those who want to go to the great waterway in this take-away, see him without breathing.

"he is"

"This kind of picture that will not be wrong, the dark big knife"

"Wang Xiaqi Wuhai, Eagle"

"The World's First Sword Hao, Joracelliko"

"I can't think of him will appear in this weakest East China Sea."

Along with countless people whispered, the tranquility of the trap will go to the city.

In the largest hotel in the city, on a table, the rice bowl is accumulated such as mountains, and Es is like hungry and dead, like a madness.

In front of Mu Feng, I put a few plates, including nearly half did not move, at this time, he is somewhat stagnant.

There are no signs of a little drum.

"Kapu family, is the Saiyan blood," Mufeng's heart, raising the smoke to the mouth, but sweeping through the whole hotel.

This restaurant is worthy of the biggest in the city, and there are many people who have eaten here.

Just sweeping an eye, Mu Feng found at least five hundred pirates, as well as hundreds of pirates, and people wearing navy uniforms.

Three schools gathered together.

As a large port of the East China Sea, there is a naval branch, but the East Sea is the weakest, the strength is impossible, the highest, the highest, only a middle school.

"Well" suddenly said in the eyes of Mu Feng, found a green algae, sitting alone on a table, and the left arm was deep green hoodlings, don't worry about three sword sheath.

In front of him, it is the most common seafood fried rice and swallowed by his wolf.

"How can Rocona Solaon he will be in this" Mu Feng eyebrows, expose thoughts.

He strives to recall, the memories of the pirate are too long, let his memory vaguely, but Soron is indeed two years old, and now there is also normal situation in the sea.

Look at his appearance, I am afraid that the days are not good.

Es puts the plates piled up, just want to say something, a slap in the table, actually fell asleep.

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Mu Feng held a hand of the smoke. This car is still going to sleep, but he considers that Laozi has no money.

At this time, there was a hustle and bustle in the hotel, and Mu Feng's consciousness side.

It is the table where Sauon is located. At this time, a boss looks gloomy looks gloomy, "You said that you have no money to fry rice."

Mu Feng's mouth evoke.

It seems that you can't afford to pay for a meal.

Soron is a sincere low. At this time, he is about sixteen years old, and he still faces the green. "Sorry, my wallet is stolen, waiting for me to hunt a hundred pirates, will come back Rice is added. "

Surrounded by other guests who are eating together, the entire hall suddenly turned.

They are not good, and they will pick up.

The restaurant owner is clear, "the wallet is lost, I have to hear this reason for this reason every week, think that I am a three-year-old child, I think you are young, but wear three swords, it is better to take your sword. Account. "

The face of Solaron changed, and he shake his head, "No."

s, ah, eat bad stomach, hurt.