Xu started last time, Ye Qiong and Bai Xue tacitly confirmed their relationship with each other. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just that Ye Qiong has been worried about Robin in his heart, and Bai Xue also has her own knot, so neither of them went further, but just stayed at an ambiguous level, and did not cross and go deeper.

At this time, hearing a noisy sound, Ye Qiong almost breathed a sigh of relief, stopped his ambiguous movements, hurriedly got up, and traced his steps back to the voice.

Bai Xue stood silently in place, stunned, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Stupid Bagu, I will definitely be the most powerful weapon inventor in the future!" The blue-haired boy shouted loudly, standing on a mountain full of mechanical garbage, standing against the wind as he straightened his horse's body and leaned slightly to the left, his hands stretched out and merged, making a strange and funny pose.

At this time, he was dressed in casual clothes, and the patterned shirt on his upper body was open to both sides, revealing strong abdominal muscles.

"It's ugly!! isn't it?"

At the foot of the garbage mountain, the turban boy called "Bagu the Bastard" complained vigorously.

"Let me show you, my new high-tech weapon, very handsome and super - Frankie Cupola!"

With a hippie smile, Frankie raised a strange-shaped 'cannon-like weapon' next to him high, the undisciplined muzzle of the cannon, the size of a basketball, facing the sky faintly.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing? It's too dangerous! Bagu's face suddenly changed color, obviously suffering from the torture of what Frankie had made before, and hurriedly waved his hand to stop it, and said anxiously, "Stop messing around with things, when Tom finds out, you will be scolded again fiercely!" ”

"It's okay, I've checked this, the range and explosion range have been perfected, it's a mechanical attack against the sky." Frankie said confidently as he manipulated the buttons of his weapon on his own.

Click.

With a slight start-up sound, the barrel of the 'Frankie Cupola' began to tremble.

"Cuba, look at it, its power is not something that ordinary people can resist." Frankie said triumphantly, holding the cupola with both hands and aiming the muzzle at the sky.

Just listen to a loud "bang".

As sparks and white smoke emerged and diffused, the cupola in Frankie's arms suddenly shattered, and parts exploded and flew in all directions.

A black cannonball, resembling a rocket, burst out of its chamber, with the tail end of the scorching day, slanted straight into the sky, circling back and forth.

"Francie, are you alright?"

Bagu anxiously looked at Frankie, who had been put to the ground by the sparks and smoke.

"Ahem." Frankie sat on the ground, coughing violently, almost choking to death without taking a breath, his face and clothes were scorched, he opened a pair of blank eyes, and said in a daze, "Failed, of course I'm fine......"

When his scattered gaze condensed and slowly threw himself at Bagu, he suddenly struck a spirit, his face turned pale, and he suddenly stood up with a 'whoosh', and shouted at Bagu, "Bastard, get out of the way!" ”

But it was the rocket artillery hovering in the sky, instead of flying far away, but swooping down diagonally to the ground out of control, impartially, just towards the foothold where Bagu was.

"Hide?"

Confused, Bagu finally looked up at the sky under Frankie's desperate shouts.

By the time he could see what was falling overhead, the cupola was already in sight, and it was too late.

Rumble!

The explosion of the cannon, which Frankie had pinned his hopes on, was surprisingly powerful, and garbage flew everywhere, instantly turning an area into a sea of flames.

"Bagu ......"

Frankie was stunned, his eyes staring at the sea of fire below, his body trembling, and he sat on the mountain of garbage as if he had been slammed.

"How could it be...... How so, Bagu! ”

His eyes were red, and he struggled to get up, and rushed down the mountain of garbage, and when he was about to venture into the fire, he suddenly stopped again.

The sea of fire was invisibly pushed from the inside out, as if there was some kind of suppression, branching out a safe path.

In the middle of the road, Ye Qiong stepped out, Bagu was lifted in his hand, his face still had horror on his face, and he had not yet reacted from the thrilling moment of life and death.

"Bagu, are you alright?" Frankie rushed forward, pulled the Bagula on Ye Qiong's hand, rubbed it up and down, as if checking the machine, and nagged again and again, "There are no parts missing in the body......

"You idiot!" Bagu was stunned for a moment, then slapped Frankie on the head angrily, and scolded, "You guy, I almost died!" ”

"Aha, isn't that fine!" Frankie said happily, hooking up with Bagu familiarly.

"Fuck off."

Bagu didn't eat his set and pushed it away, turned to look at Ye Qiong next to him, and bowed politely, "Thank you very much!" Saved me. ”

"Yes, thank you so much for saving Bagu."

Frankie also hurriedly bowed to Ye Qiong.

"Passing by, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Ye Qiong chuckled, his eyes slightly examined the slightly embarrassed Frankie in front of him, this was already the second member of the Straw Hat Pirates he had met, as a member of the shipwright.

It's just that it looks like he's still completely human, not a future robot, and he's wearing pants very well.

"I'm here to find Master Tom, can I introduce me?"

Ye Qiong briefly retracted his gaze and said politely.

"Huh? Looking for an old man? Frank said.

"Of course, benefactor, please."

Bagu led the way in front.

The sky is cloudless, and the sun is scorching.

The wrecked ship was dismantled into countless parts, scattered all around.

A fat, bloated horned fishman works non-stop, holding a huge hammer and pounding steadily and forcefully on the railroad tracks that stretch across the island.

The sound is mellow, and the sparks shimmer.

The hair and beard of the Hornfish Man had turned pale with age, and his body had become old, but he was still powerful, and he held the hammer tightly, and every time the hammer fell, it was a strong and reliable hammer, driving the nail firmly into the rails.

"Haha!"

He wiped a handful of sweat on his forehead, lifted the flask on his side, twisted the cap, raised his head and poured it down violently, and when the mood was heroic and happy to the peak, he continued to work hard, and the whole person was like a machine that did not know how to work, and continued to beat and beat without stopping.

"Quack!"

Next to the Horned Fishman sat a big brown frog, with an unreasonable body the size of a man, and it stared blankly at the industrious Horned Fishman, tilting its head from side to side, and reaching out tentatively to play with the wine jug on the ground.

"Henggang, you can't drink." The horned fishman laughed, but the hammer in his hand did not stop.

"Quack." Henggang turned his head boredly, his expression full of disbelief.