The morning sun dewed, and a yellowish light leaked from the end of the desert, as if afraid to wake up the sleeping creatures of Alabastan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Golden Week, which is only 11 years old, is one of them.

She likes to lie in bed, likes to sleep in the cage, and likes to go home after finishing work early and lie down to eat senbei.

But today, after she woke up with urine, she was caught by Miss. Merry Christmas on the way back from the toilet, saying that she was going to sneak into Albana while it was still dawning.

Golden Week's first reaction when he heard the news was: rubbing his half-closed eyes and glancing at Miss. Merry Christmas, Quan Dang didn't see Miss. Merry Christmas, and paced back to the room and turned over to bed.

Just kidding, she's in the rain now, and the rain is a hundred kilometers away from Albana, and she can't peel off her skin when she walks past it.

"Miss.Golden Week, get up! Hurry up! This is the boss's order! Hurry up...... You slacker!"

Golden Zhou curled up in the quilt and sighed, she didn't like Miss. Merry Christmas This anxious old woman called her full name, especially early in the morning Miss. Merry Christmas noisy voice was buzzing in her ears.

But in the end, Golden Week had to rush to Albana with the old woman Miss. Merry Christmas and the rest of the company's senior agents.

Because the leader is the boss of Golden Week, Mr. Prince, even from a few words, Golden Week vaguely knows that after Mr. 5 failed the mission, he was thrown into the water by the boss to feed the banana crocodile.

However, she was slightly relieved that the group was sitting on the boss's sand, floating on the road.

A dozen kilometers away from Albana, Golden Week found that the sand under the ass slowly stopped.

Ahead were densely packed human heads, numbering at least tens of thousands.

The core intelligence plan of the Baroque Workshop is not accessible during Golden Week, and she sees a young man who looks like a leader in front of the crowd talking to the boss, and when the boss returns, she realizes that the target of this job is Onihime.

Onihime...... The target turned out to be a ghost!

Her wandering soul awoke suddenly.

Huang Zhou'er listened to the boss's order, but completely ran to the side in her heart: if it was possible, she must draw a portrait of the ghost queen.

Because there is an indelible scene imprinted in the depths of her heart - under the snow embankment, there is a graceful figure shrouded in a layer of glimmering light, her eyes are as clear as the moon, and her face is indifferently stopped at the gap in the snow embankment, and she seems to be independent.

How could such an astonishing and lovely person not make her eager to paint a wonderful picture for her.

Golden Week is sure that he has this kind of strength.

As for how the boss will allocate personnel next, Golden Week doesn't care at all.

Just east of Albana, Golden Week and Mr. 3 led more than 10,000 rebels when they were stopped by a girl on the stairs of the promenade.

Golden Zhou squinted slightly, and saw that the girl who was a few years older than her had a pair of white wings on her back, just like she had seen on a swan.

Angel?

"At this point, please leave quickly, don't get in the way of my sister, if not......"

The slim Aisha stood on the top of the stairs with her hands on her hips, looking down at the more than 10,000 people who were rushing forward, and said that there was really a bit of a different kind of momentum.

Aisha's voice was not loud, but it strangely reached the ears of everyone below, or suspected of deceit, or cowardice, for a while, not a single person in the team of more than 10,000 people dared to step forward.

"Onihime's subordinates?" asked Mr. 3, who had a "3" shaped skull on his head, tentatively.

Aisha nodded slightly, but her eyes swept over Mr. 3's face, as if she didn't pay attention to the more than 10,000 of them at all.

Even though he was despised, Mr.3, who was cunning by nature, did not get angry, but shouted at the people behind him: "Could it be that you are afraid, afraid that she is a little girl, tsk...... I feel sorry for your leader, Kosha. ”

Mr.3's deep regret fell on the rebels, instantly igniting their emotions and rushing towards Aisha with a scream and scream.

"Alas......"

Aisha let out a long sigh, "How simple are these guys' heads?"

Aisha's hands were in the shape of scissors, flat forward, pointing directly at the rebels, and then the index fingers and middle fingers of the left and right hands were overlapped in a cross shape.

"Four-wheeled thundernet!"

A grid of four silvery-white arcs intersected in response, moving thicker and thicker the further forward, until the first rebel collided head-on, each arc was the size of a bowl.

Zizizizi......

Hisss ......

"Woo wow wow wow wow!"

"Thunder and lightning!

"Get out of the way...... Get out of the way!"

The sizzling sound of the arc gliding through the air mixed with the screams of the rebels, reaching Golden Week's ears, but it made her even more excited.

There is even a faint smell of meat in the air.

Sure enough, it's a ghost queen, and even her subordinates are so powerful.

The same scenario is taking place in three other directions in Albana.

Directly south, Mr. 1 and Miss. raised their fingers and looked coldly at Guina and Demon Knife Ji on the corridor.

"Demon Sword-sama, can that person be left to me?" Guina pointed at Mr.1, perhaps a swordsman's intuition, and Guina recognized at a glance that Mr.1 must be a master of swordsmanship.

Demon Dao Ji didn't look at Mr.1 below, let alone the others, and nodded to Gu Yina: "Just go!"

Before the words fell, the figure of the Demon Sword Ji had already disappeared in front of Guina, and suddenly appeared in the air in front of Mr. 1.

Demon Knife Ji held the crimson demon knife in one hand, from the bottom up, the blade slashed out.

The crimson slash grazed Mr. 1's body and flew into the crowd, then the wind marks rolled up behind him, and all the rebels who couldn't dodge were thrown away, as if at this moment, the demon sword Ji had already controlled the power of the wind.

"What a monster...... Mr.1 smiled helplessly, he never thought that he would be picked up by the enemy at will.

He knew very well that if the demon sword Ji was willing, Fang Cai's slash would fall on him solidly.

"Kill people!"

The sound of iron clashes, sudden sparks.

The two figures staggered.

Guina looked at the man who looked like a warrior monk in front of her, and stood with her sword drawn: "Hundred Ghost Night Walking Pirates, Guina." ”

"Baroque Workshop, Mr. 1."

A swordsman has the dignity of a swordsman, and kendo has the etiquette of a swordsman.

At the same time, in the entrance corridor northwest of Albana, there is also a woman on the top of the stairs.

Mr. 2 in a swan suit did not have a partner like other Baroque Workshop agents, so Mr. 4 and Miss. were temporarily acquainted with him by Merry Christmas, although he was reluctant to do so, but at Klockdahl's request, he had to reluctantly do so.

"Here's a pass!"

Lexington unhurriedly brought out a cup of black tea from the ship's space, and tasted it leisurely, her appearance did not match the words released.

Lexington's black tea out of nothing really startled the rebels, but the agents of the Baroque Workshop subconsciously thought of Lexington as some kind of Devil Fruit ability.

"Uh-huh......" Mr. 2 exclaimed, sniffing the scent in the air, "what a good smell! ”

Lexington, who was dressed in a bachelor's uniform, frowned when he heard this, "It's just where to fight...... You didn't go through this way. ”