One Piece Tyrant Bear

"boom."

Throwing it on the ground casually, Krokdal wiped his palms and looked at Luffy with disdain: "I can kill you once, and you can kill you twice, three times."

He was not very excited about winning.

He looked up at the woman in the sky, Nicole Robin.

"Let's go."

It's time to do serious things, Pluto, the interpretation of the historical text.

He needs this woman, the historical text, few people can interpret it, this person is one of them.

The woman from O'Hara, Nicole Robin, the son of the devil.

"Let's go."

The two entered the palace and walked all the way down. The exciting moment was about to come.

They passed the passage and came to the basement, like a maze.

They found the historical text, a large piece, carved on the stone, the text is weird, people who have not studied it have no idea what is written on it?

Time, a quarter of an hour passed.

Krokdal couldn't help it, and asked: "What's written on it?"

"Wait, I haven't finished my studies yet."

Nicole Robin was looking at the text of the history. She had read it all and read it, but she didn't want to tell him.

Once the things recorded above are said, it will cause a lot of trouble.

She wants to procrastinate.

"You don't want to tell me, do you?"

Talking about this, Klockdal's face became ugly, and the golden hook was about to move. Once this woman changed, he would not hesitate to kill her.

Below, in intrigue.

Above, Lu Fei fell to the ground, and when he was struggling, he found water and poured it into his mouth suddenly.

The body's moisture regained a little, and he stood up and looked for Krokdal.

"there."

He chased after him, not knowing that there was a man behind him, and he lifted the bucket in his hand.

"My heart is so big, I haven't found me yet. Isn't he wondering why there is a bucket of water here? Also, does he feel that his poison has been solved at all?"

The poisoned Luffy can't be solved by drinking water.

Without the antidote, it was a miracle that he could stand up, not to mention alive, let alone fighting.

"The text of history, Nicole Robin, you may be miscalculating."

A tough man, a king, Qi Wuhai, not everyone can calculate.

What's more, Krokdal, who is very ambitious among them, compares with him and studies for ten years.

"Would you like to go down and take a look, you will be discovered if you continue to stand here."

It's so obvious here, most people come here, the first thing they see is him.

"Forget it, I can't go down anymore, I'll stay on it."

Back to the top, he waited for the battle to end.

After a while, the people who had finished the battle came over, and they gathered here.

Seeing the entrance, I didn't dare to go in, and looked down one by one with worry.

"Are we going in?"

The downside is dangerous, Luffy confronts the man alone, it is dangerous.

"Why don't you go and help, can Luffy be alone?"

Sauron shook his head: "Wait."

"Yeah, Nami, wait, we believe in Luffy." In fact, Usopp was thinking, no, no, no, it's too scary.

"Nami, I..." Wei Wei wanted to go on, hesitated, hesitated.

Looking at the people around, they waited here leisurely without going down.

Sanji Shi was smoking, looking at the sky with confused eyes, as if he didn't care about Luffy below.

Sauron wiped his knife, wiped it over and over again, it was so bright as a mirror, he was still wiping it.

They are very worried and don't show it.

"A lovely group of companions."

"Luffy, this kid is really lucky, it's his luck to meet them."

When Xiong said this, he never thought that they were lucky to meet Luffy.

There is such a captain, who is carefree and does not appreciate anything, it seems that he is no different from a child.

But such a person is worthy of their following.

"Maybe, one day in the future, it may not necessarily be true that he can really realize his dream."

The dream is far away.

For Luffy now, it is far away, but he has a firm belief and believes in himself.

"The battle, it's almost time to end."

Yes, a battle, it's time to end.

Below the palace.

Luffy stared at Klockdal, blood was flowing from the wound on his body, and he did not give up.

He did not fall down, did not bring water, and looked at the blood, blood, and water on his arm.