The sun sinks and the moon rises, the sun rises and the moon sets, and after the eight words like nonsense, it will be a new day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The great route is still the same as usual, with a chaotic magnetic field, a strange climate, and from time to time there are a few sea kings waiting at the bottom of the sea to be stuffy, coming out of the sea to breathe and spit out a few bubbles or something.

Although the battle between Crockdahl and the pheasant was earth-shattering, it was still too small compared to the vastness of the ocean. At best, it's just a relatively large wave.

At this time, in the Tempest, Crockdahl's men gathered to discuss something. Among the people present, the most conspicuous is a man with a headscarf covering his head and his upper body. From the Taiko Drum of the Thunder God behind this person, you can guess his identity, the thunder god of the Sky Island, Anilu.

After being healed by Kurokas, Anilu was finally freed from danger. Speaking of which, if it weren't for Kulokas's superb medical skills, and the overloaded use of his ability like him, it would be a matter of time before his body collapsed, and it would be his greatest luck to have Kulokas by his side.

However, his consumption was still too large, and he could not recover in just a few days, and although he still looked proud at this time, he couldn't hide the feeling of exhaustion and weakness. Similarly, the rest of the room seemed a little unenergetic and seemed to be in a gloomy mood.

"It's been almost five days, and there's still no news from the boss!" Bora cried out as she pulled her hair like crazy.

"There's no way, be prepared for the unexpected. Daz was still cold, and as soon as his words came out, he was glared at by Bora and the others, but his face remained unchanged and continued, "However, I believe in the strength of the boss. ”

"Hehehe......" Kurokas laughed suddenly, and then under everyone's unpleasant gaze, he said, "I have an idea...... It's a place that anyone who wants to be the king of the pirates won't miss it!"

"Yes...... What the boss said...... Where is that?" Daz asked, his eyes lit up.

"That's right, there it is. The Chambord Islands, where the new world must pass, we will go and wait for him!Crockdahl, he will definitely be there!and, I am sure, he will make a big fuss!" said Kurokas, a slightly lewd smile on his face.

"And I can go and see an old friend of mine...... "Reilly, are you okay old fellow?"

"Cut...... It doesn't matter where you go......" Anilu snorted disdainfully, and leisurely picked up an apple under the angry eyes of Daz and the others, and nibbled on it, "Just let me have a decent fight with him." ”

"Alive......" Kurokas chuckled, looking at Anilu with an unknown meaning.

……

At this time, Crockdahl, who was missing by them, was looking at the night sky and feeling something, but he was suddenly startled by a black shadow that broke into his eyes. I subconsciously wanted to punch over, but I found that my body was completely disobedient, and it was difficult to even move. The instructions sent out in the head are like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no echo.

The dark shadow in front of him completely obscured Crockdahl's vision, and in the darkness, two slightly blood-colored light bulbs flickered on and off, as if they were spiritual, watching him.

"Oh, you're awake!" said a rather happy voice, and then a silvery-white crescent moon appeared in the darkness. Only then did Crockdahl realize that this black shadow was actually a swarthy head, and the two light bulbs were the eyes of this person at all.

Crockdahl can swear that he has never seen Heicheng like this in two lifetimes, no matter how well-informed he is. What a pure darkness it was, as if it could absorb all the light into it.

"Hey yo man! Do you know, when I saw you, your whole body was frozen into ice! Aha, this is the first time I've seen someone who can freeze the whole thing! Da ......" This extremely black person opened his mouth, which was like a cannon, rhythmic words, and also accompanied by exaggerated body language, when it came to freezing, he even hugged his arms and shivered as if he was there.

"You know, it's the first time I've seen someone frozen! You're not food, you still have to be frozen! Haha! But how low the temperature must be to freeze you into ice cubes! Ahhhh......h

He didn't care if the audience was bored, this black charcoal-like man spoke incessantly, and the speed of speech was ridiculously fast, Crockdahl bet that this was the first time he had seen someone who spoke so fast, and talked so much!

Coupled with some indigenous accents, Crockdahl didn't understand what he was trying to say. It was as if all the interrogative sentences in his words were intended to enable him to connect to the next paragraph.

But no matter what the man said, Crockdahl didn't have the heart to think about it. An indescribable cold feeling still haunted him, and the slightest coldness continued to burrow into his body like maggots on tarsal bones.

"Da Da Da ......"

This time it was no longer the man's words, but the chatter of Crockdahl's teeth.

"You need to know...... Huh?" the black man finally has a little conscience, even if he is wasting saliva in high spirits, he still pays attention to the appearance of his audience. After discovering Crockdahl's abnormality, he reached out to Crockdahl's forehead with a little surprise, and then exclaimed, retracted his hand and blew violently.

"Ahhh

"The temperature is so high, and I feel cold all the time...... "Is this the legendary fever?!" exclaimed the negro with a look of excitement, his eyes widened, "is this the legendary fever?!"

Crockdahl involuntarily rolled his eyes when he heard the black man's words.

"Oh, you know, it's the first time I've seen someone with a fever......! Hey, how can you fall asleep while someone else is talking? How can you? Hey, hey, hey!" the black man said excitedly, as he subconsciously grabbed Crockdahl's shoulders and shook them as he spoke. When he realized that he had not received an echo from his words, he realized that Crockdahl had fallen into a coma again without knowing when.

Krokdal, who was in a coma, didn't know if he had convulsions due to fever, and the white foam at the corners of his mouth kept bubbling outward. At the same time, a translucent unidentified object appeared.

Well, with an aperture......

When I woke up again, it was already dusk.

I don't know how long it has been in a coma, but I remember the last time I opened my eyes, it was still the moon in the sky, but now the sun has sunk in the west, and the sunset has burned the sky red, which is quite a sad feeling.

The remnant sun is like blood.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the sea, giving it a feeling of a dark fragrance floating. The sparse clouds were dyed a pale red, like a light veil. The water vapor on the surface of the sea became more and more dense at dusk, like countless flying dust, feathering into a somewhat illusory glow.

I don't know if it has something to do with the state of mind, but the beautiful scenery of the dusk that should be praised to the fullest makes Crockdahl feel a little lonely. Accompanied by the twilight that I have seen countless times, the glow is sprinkled with a continuous poignancy and indescribable sadness.

Sunset and dusk, the golden light in the sky does not know when it turns dark red blood, a few wisps of melancholy lingering, unconsciously left a deep imprint in Crockdahl's heart, reminded him of the sentence "The sun sets, and the broken intestine is at the end of the world".

At this time, the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue, ** human gluttony. At least at this time, Crockdahl felt hungry, and turned his head with great effort, and saw a dark figure busy in front of the fire.

Grilled on the fire, it was a large lump of what looked like meat......

Crockdahl was weak, so weak that he could even pull it over with all his might. In particular, the left half of his body is not aware at all, and it seems to be the sequelae of a broken arm.

However, this feeling of prostration did not prevent the hunger from coming from Crockdahl's abdomen, like the feeling of a drill stirring in his stomach. On the contrary, because of the numb half of his body, his need for food is more urgent, and his sense of this aroma is more keen, and the saliva in his mouth also accelerates the secretion rate.

"Boom......" Subconsciously, Crockdahl swallowed his saliva. He never shy away from saying that he is a foodie, but believes in the saying "how can a person who can't eat a mountain of meat become a sea thief".

This sentence is said to be said by One Piece Roger.

While the object, which appears to be meat, may not taste good—its color is almost as good as black charcoal—for Crockdahl, having a piece of meat is a godsend. In the eyes of the hungry, even the most unpalatable food can become a delicacy, not to mention that this piece of barbecue smells good......

Moving his neck, Crockdahl struggled to sit up. Lying on the ground like a worm is not in his dignity as a sea thief.

But then, Crockdahl subconsciously looked at the numb left half of his body. From the position below the shoulder, the position of the once arm is empty.

"Oops...... It's completely gone......" Crockdahl showed a wry smile, once complaining that he only had half an arm, but now that he didn't have the whole arm, he missed that half of his arm a little.

Lost......

Crockdahl was a little embarrassed, and he tried his best to lose to the pheasant. Some are unwilling, but they seem to be taken for granted. The lost arm is the price you pay for your arrogance.

"Weakness is a sin,......" sighed lightly, and a look of frustration flashed on Crockdahl's face, "Although it is said that everything is your own choice, no matter what the result is, you will not regret it......"

"But the mood is still a little low and depressed...... "As he spoke, Crockdahl tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth turned upward, and his momentum was different from before.

"It's just the beginning...... One Piece, huh...... I'm done!"

- Volume III, end