One Piece Tyrant Bear

"Thank you for staying with me on the last journey."

"Thank you."

Three consecutive thanks, he seemed to exhaust all his strength, closed his eyes and never opened them again.

He left, sat and left.

Life has come to an end, leaving the last dignity.

Xiong waited for a long time, no sound was heard, and the fluctuation of life was gone. He dripped a tear.

Is this his first tear?

Touching his eyes, the bear thought he had forgotten the smell of tears, and he thought he had lost the qualification to cry. Unexpectedly, he cried in this dark corner.

Wipe the eye sockets, and the moistened eyes kept brewing tears.

He choked up, turned around, and looked at Silver Wolf's body.

Sit and die, even if you die, you must die with dignity.

Once a rear admiral, now an old corpse.

He left, this time, walking peacefully, closing his eyes and a smile on his mouth.

"Thank you."

Xiong bowed his head and groaned, thank you, who thanked whom, don't need to say, know in his heart.

During this period of time, he stayed with himself through the difficult moments of life. Although he was a little bit venomous and a little bit wretched, he has been urging himself to believe in himself.

Sit quietly for a long, long time.

One day, two days, three days, or four days.

He was all sitting here, watching his corpse, keeping one movement, not falling down.

Until the navy soldiers outside discovered that he was dead and came in and dragged his body away, the soldiers maintained their respect.

The former rear admiral died, and his treatment was different from that of pirates.

Get a thick burial, which is regarded as safe.

Before Hannibal left, he left a word for the bear: "Don't worry, he, I will be buried properly. As for you, there is no such treatment."

The bear stared at the silver wolf's body, until he disappeared from sight, he bowed his head.

The knees held by both hands were already covered with blood, and he didn't know it.

There was blood all over the five fingers, that was his own blood.

He shook his head, not caring about the wound, and turned to look at the cage beside him, where he once existed, but now he is dead.

The empty cage, loneliness, loneliness, and emptiness, the air is filled with biting cold.

The bear who had never felt the cold, his body shrank, and the coldness hit, he bowed his head bitterly.

"Is it cold?"

"I am left alone."

"You are gone, you are gone."

The bear looked up at the sky. The sky of the prison was a cage and darkness.

The pitch-black cage restrains all incoming prisoners, whether pirates, navy, or bounty hunters, there is only one possibility to enter it, and that is death.

Old age or unnatural death, choose one of the two.

Chapter 143: Roger becomes king after three years (the second one is followed by two more)

Haiyuan calendar 1499 is a very important year.

A historic year, a crazy year for all pirates, and a year in which all pirates are sad.

This year is a moment of cheering for them and a moment of sadness for them.

The clouds floating in the sky, like white snow, landed on everyone's heart and chilled their hot hearts.

Because, this year, Gore D Roger became the One Piece, dominated the great route and set foot on the pinnacle.

Gore D Roger has since become the pirate king, the supreme honor, even the white beard has to admit his title.

Under the cherry tree.

Whitebeard Edward Newgate sits between two cherry blossom trees, with a jug of wine and a bowl in front of him, waiting for someone to arrive.

"rustle."

The sound of footsteps accompanied the falling of the cherry blossoms. He walked among the thousands of flowers, domineering sideways, and every step was a trembling step.

When he walked to the white beard, the man grinned, and the two horoscopes diverged, grinning greatly.

"long time no see."

"long time no see."

There were not many greetings, all in these words, he sat down and put his hands on his knees.

"Wow."

Pour wine, one bowl per person, the difference between the bowls of the two is a bit big, and the flask is the same, but the two of them didn't care, clinking glasses, looking up and stuffed.

A glass of wine is not enough.

Two glasses, three glasses of wine poured into their stomachs, the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Haha."

"Haha."

There was joy and excitement in the laughter.

"You are the king."

"Ok."

"Your body?"