Save the world from Luffy

"Kumasi why I always feel like I'm abandoned."

The grieved princess Mononoke sits on the side of the ship, and she is the one who has recovered the fastest among the victims of drag racing.

Looking at the trio of three knives (the pendant Michelta has always been there), an inexplicable sadness came to my heart.

A faint fragrance of flowers came to the back, "I am a fool after all."

"Robin"

Perona threw herself into the arms of her confidant big sister Robin, buried her in her chest and shook her head from side to side. A pair of double ponytails shook and shook like a coquettish little girl, but she was not young, no matter what. It's all.

"Am I a bit redundant?"

The princess Mononoke, who was originally eccentric, was inexplicably uneasy at this moment. The previous two years had been very enjoyable, but at this time, after seeing the battle below, a feeling of emptiness suddenly appeared in her heart.

It's like... something is missing.

"Nope."

Robin shook his head.

"But Sauron didn't take me out to play."

Turning to glance at the battlefield below her eyes, Perona's big eyes flashed with some tears.

"Hehehe" Robin chuckled, covering his mouth. "If you say that, shouldn't Nami and Hancock and I have given up that idiot?"

Not counting Nami’s unstable but capable of bulging the ceiling, nor mentioning Hancock’s petrochemical capability of extinction. After Robin spent two years in the Revolutionary Army, the fruits and flowers that were deeply unearthed were in the dragon. Absolutely patiently assisted in deep research.

My own daughter-in-law, can I be a dad, even if I don't need it at all, but there will definitely be a slight omission.

Whether it is used to beat sons, sons, or sons, as a dragon who wants to make up for his failure to fulfill the duties of a Miyoshi father, this must be done seriously.

He had absolutely no objection even to fulfill his long-cherished wish as a father through the hands of others. The degree of enthusiasm was no less than that of working overtime for six hundred days.

But fighting is not her, or they need too much to care about.

Although Perona didn't know all of this, Perona could see a little Duanmi in Robin's eyes.

Just because... the ghost army that she held in the palm of her hand, as gorgeous as the stars, but could not escape the palm of her hand.

With the same "ability", she can read what Robin has not said but has revealed.

"But Sauron is different from Luffy."

"So we are different." Perona, who was holding Kumasi in her arms and shaking her legs on the railing, was a little bit disappointed.

"If it's the same, it would be bad." This is not denied, but Robin thinks differently from Perona.

"The path Sauron took was never alone. Before you came, he had been carrying something on his back. What he was carrying was completely integrated with him."

"He is a swordsman with three swords, every sword is his power, and he is the complete one you see now."

"that..."

"Don't I make it more redundant."

"But that's just a fight. A complete life is not just a fight. What you need to bear is much heavier than me. At least I have two people to help."

Robin blinked mischievously, and Perona's cheeks blushed with this look.

It is not the same as Michele and Guina.

As a pendant, Michelta has a low sense of existence, but she is the most intimate and dependent on Sauron. She has found all the satisfaction in the swordsman because of the lack of life, so as a pendant, she is willing to pay Everything about yourself, to gain the power that is not a pendant and can help him.

This was the case with the kilogram fruit once, and the same is true for the later amber, as is the armor fruit now, just because she does not want to lose this hard-won, safe warmth that fills her heart, for fear of losing the warmth that brings her. Dependent objects.

So she turned into the swordsman's sharp blade and the swordsman's strong shield, inseparable from it.

And Guina, when the swordsman took on the sharp blade named Wadoichi, the fate of the two had already quietly merged at that time and would never be separated again.

Including now, after letting go of the blade that was clenching in his mouth, the swordsman could not restrain the influence of the terrifying ghosts and gods on him. Each famous sword had its own unique power.

Qiu Shui can draw on the power of other swords to strengthen himself, and the word Hedao, which is as famous as Qiu Shui, is a soul-scaling knife that can control the soul. Sauron's ghost energy is discovered by Sauron due to the existence of the word Hedao , The ultimate power of their own.

Released the soul-scaling knife that was biting in his mouth, he took Guina's hand, and the pitch black that was infested with pure white was the clear eyes of the swordsman with the red light faded.

"What about me?" Perona asked herself softly.

Scenes flashed in her eyes.

She walked in front of the three of them, the eyes of the three idiots looking for the correct way.

She scratched Guina's nose and picked up the dishes that were always broken accidentally.

She announced with her waist in a huff, and asked that servant Sauron to try the poison quickly. This was a new dish that she had just learned.

.....

"What a fool." Perona chuckled, letting go of the thousands of stars in her hand, and the mischievous laughter of "bells and bells" was scattered all around with the scattered ghosts.

"If you don't have me, you can't get through this day"

"Humph"

But the Princess Mononoke with the double ponytail still hugged Robin like a small child, spoiled in her arms, and after a long time she raised her head and turned into an angry bun face.

"What a useless servant, right, Kumasi."

"Ha ha ha" Robin smiled and watched Perona penetrate the wall and enter the kitchen.

"Would you like some bear biscuits? I made black tea."

"Okay."

After Robin turned and left, the "slaying" slash cut through the sky, and the palm of the rock that was thrown into the air shattered and failed to escape from the tail of the chase that followed.

Manipulating the silk thread to reluctantly let go of the thunderous knife light, the left arm that was rubbed was smeared with a dark tattoo, and the place where the black air was struck was repeating the pain of the broken arm countless times. .

"Ghostly..."

Different from the howling men, he denied the existence of harm, and his absolute will cut off the actual murderous invasion of the swordsman's illusory slash. The dark ghost gas disappeared in the boiling, and the lost left arm was renewed again. grasp.

The king who will eventually bear everything will not succumb to this murderous spirit, even if he has never reached the peak and touched the only throne.

"Awaken..."

He opened his hands and embraced his world, which was turned into silk threads.

Tens of thousands of white silk threads were played with and in his hands, weaving pure white sea waves.