Under the blue sky, a few white-headed believers swept across the sea. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWhen the sea breeze blows, it brings a faint fishy smell in the sea. At this moment, there was a man sitting cross-legged on the shore, staring blankly at the sea.

Behind the man, there were many people standing, but none of them came to disturb him. Let the man in front of him settle in his inner world. The man was none other than Klockdahl. I saw him sigh slightly, and his eyes were a little complicated.

This battle, although the situation was reversed, the final victory was achieved. But after this war, the price paid was too great. In terms of members alone, the entire Sand Emperor Pirates have directly reduced their number by more than one-third.

And the core members, there are heavy casualties. In the battle with Akainu, although he exploded with great potential, he still had half of his arm scorched.

And Demps, the veteran sniper, was also blinded by a hostile powerhouse in order to cover his companions. To know what impaired eyesight means to a sniper, you can imagine.

However, he made this choice without hesitation at that time.

And Gustav was also guarding Klockdal when he was attacked by the Red Inu. Although he did not die, he also fell into a coma on the spot.

If these are the words, this is only part of it, and it is still under the brunt of the Klockdahl war. So when von Clay sacrificed himself in order to distract the enemy. Evie runs out of life in order to activate the latent vitality in Klockdahl's body.

Klockdahl's heart, which he thought had long since lost its temperature, could not be calmed for a long time.

From the enthusiasm of his debut, to his distrust of anyone after being betrayed, Klockdahl has walked many roads of celibacy. It wasn't until he was defeated by Whitebeard, the moment of rebirth, because of the temporary confusion of multiple wills, that Klockdahl had a psychological relief. On the surface, Klockdahl has never been fake to people and colors for so many years.

But as an insider, Klockdahl didn't know. His psychology has already become more and more normal under the influence of the people and things around him who have been accompanying him.

As a sea thief who makes the great passage tremble. Klocodahl has been crowned with many, many titles. Some call him a murderous executioner, a despicable pirate, and even a demon in human skin.

This is the image of Klockdahl, in the eyes of those civilians under the rule of many world governments.

But the people of the Sand Emperor Pirates know that their boss is different from the other four emperors. His heart is black and ruthless, and he is against those enemies. As for his own people, Klockdahl still does not smile. But the people of the Sand Emperor Pirates know that most of their bosses are just cold-faced, and they are actually very short-sighted.

That's why so many people are willing to follow Klockdahl. Even in the face of the almost desperate battle not long ago, the root cause of the unavoidable is still unavoidable.

In a way, Klockdahl possessed all the qualities of a king, powerful, wise, and possessed the king's love for his subjects.

Of course, Klockdahl didn't notice how terrifying his prestige was now among his subordinates. In fact, at this time, his heart was not calm.

Since going to sea, betrayal and killing, he has always been by Klockdahl's side. There was a time when Klockdahl didn't even trust anyone around him.

Even after he was born, he always showed people with a cold face. As if everything in the world was under his control, as if there was never a change in emotion, he treated things rationally.

This is probably why Klockdahl is called the sand crocodile, and Klockdahl himself enjoys such a world. A world made of sand, a monotonous and cold world without human feelings!!

But when, after the war, Klockdahl walked past the tombstones, both familiar and unfamiliar. only to find out that I was not as cold-blooded as I imagined, and there was no emotional change......

The waves crashed against the shore, and Klockdahl did not get up, allowing the splash of mist to hit his face. He glanced slightly at a diary next to him, which was Evie's relics collected by Roud after the war. Looking at these things, this made Klockdahl a little distracted, and finally hesitantly, he still opened the diary.

The diary did not know what began to be recorded, and the first page opened, and there was no text. Only a cluster of white stamens is drawn, budding to be released. Smelling the faint fragrance of the diary, Klockdahl's memories began to be evoked.

In my memory, the girl in the white dress was really holding the same flower in her hand as on the cover.

"White flowers, is this a daffodil?"

"No, sir, it's Evie's favorite flower, it's called Hyacinth......"

The memory is not very clear, and the first slack should be such a dialogue! The blurred color in Klockdahl's eyes became deeper and deeper, making it impossible to see what he was thinking at this time.

Hyacinth!?It's really beautiful, its flower language seems to be very familiar, what did it come about......

In this way, a girl who likes to clingy people, starting from the capital of seven waters, is entangled with the fate of Klockdahl. And her name is Evie!!

"Maybe it was a mistake in the first place! That's why I deliberately stayed away from ...... later" Crocokdal withdrew his gaze, and he didn't feel Evie's admiration for him.

But for both parties, this affection is hidden and unilateral to Evie. Perhaps for the girl in the white dress, her greatest satisfaction every day is to be able to look at that man from afar!

The diary, still flipping.

The delicate font reveals a unique girlish style!

The diary's slightly thin thickness determines that it is not very numerous, but Crocodall is turning it more and more slowly. Soon, we reached the last page of the diary, and the record on this page was still very new, and it seemed that it should have been written recently.

Before he knew it, Crocodall was taken in and silently read out a few lines on the last page: "The Flower Language of the White Hyacinth: The Love ...... Dare Not Show"

The pupils contracted slightly, and the last few words made Klockdahl's hand holding the diary shake unconsciously, and almost dropped the diary to the ground.

Closing the journal, Klockdahl didn't know what mood he was in at the moment. Maybe it's a bad capitalization on the face!

Under the setting sun, the figure of Klocodahl was stretched out. For a while, it seemed a little gloomy.

"The crocodile has no tears. His world is also destined to be sand without temperature, how can he need to be loved, hahaha......" Klocodahl put down the diary in his hand and got up and laughed maniacally.

Until, the corners of his eyes, a little crystalline, dripping into the palm of his hand.

It's hot, it's hot......

To be continued...... (To be continued.) )