"Have a drink with Lao Tzu?"

Looking at the flask raised by the man in front of him, he wanted to say that it was not a glass, but a jug.

Alcohol is always only drunk with approved people or friends.

Xiong looked at it for a long time, but didn't take it, his eyes looked at Whitebeard calmly, he signaled again and again, Xiong couldn't shirk it, reached out to take the wine jug, looked up to the sky and drank a big sip.

The wine enters the bowels, and what remains is a mellow aroma.

"Haha." Whitebeard laughed, "Come again." ”

The two of them drink regardless of their image, you take a sip, I take a sip, like old friends for many years.

A glass of wine, toast to a friend.

A glass of wine, toast the years.

A glass of wine to the past of our battles.

A pot of wine, the two of them drank it, Xiong didn't continue, and looked at him quietly, this man was annoying.

"Are you leaving?" Whitebeard saw his thoughts and spoke directly.

"I'm leaving." Staying here, the bear was afraid that he would fall in love with it and join them.

Family was a very unfamiliar word, and he hadn't heard of it for a long time.

From his body, Xiong felt a different feeling, and when he looked around, everyone had a smile on their faces, like family.

This is the pursuit of Whitebeard's life.

It is also his guardian.

Turning around, he didn't want to see them any longer, he was really afraid that he would stay on the spur of the moment.

Lift your feet and walk forward.

The back was gloomy, and Whitebeard stared at the bear's back for a long time, drinking, until after the bear disappeared, he was still drinking.

"Daddy, do you really admire him so much?"

Whitebeard glanced at him and nodded, "Don't you think this person is funny?" ”

Cold on the surface, weak on the inside.

Such a person does not like to touch others, because he is very fragile, and once he falls in love, he will give whatever it takes.

"Well, it's interesting." Marco thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

Yes, it's interesting.

"It's a pity."

"yes, that's a pity."

………………

The sun shines on the earth, on the ocean, and makes waves.

Xiong glanced back at his back, and on the endless ocean, warships appeared, these warships were very large, and it seemed that the characters on them were not simple.

From the moment he got on board, those warships chased after him and never left.

The distance was getting closer, and he couldn't shake them off, as if they knew where they were going.

"Trouble, how do these navies know I'm here?"

His trail, which few people knew, leaving where Whitebeard was, he found a ship and set sail alone.

Walking alone on the ocean, he didn't know much about directions, so he followed the map all the way forward, discerning the general direction from the sun, and then following the direction of the permanent pointer.

You can't go wrong with that.

After the battle, he knew that his strength was still not good, and he needed to continue to strengthen, exercise, and become more crazy.

The pressure on his body had made it impossible for him to move like a normal person, controlling the boat, and he was sweating profusely, panting and worrying.

"Have I been betrayed?"

This kind of thing is not nothing, from the sand crocodile Klockdal at the beginning, to the people on the Whitebeard boat in the back, it is possible to betray him.

Who that person is, he doesn't know very well for the time being.

"Could it be him?"

Blackbeard's stumbling face came to mind, sinister, cunning, and he was the most capable of making small movements, very likely.

It is not excluded that it is someone else, everyone is possible, Xiong doesn't want to, let's avoid this scene first.

With the pressure field removed, the body became much more relaxed, and the helm became faster.

He's recovering, slowly recovering.

Before the battle comes, it is better to return to its full strength, otherwise he will come and leave the ship behind.

on a warship.

The admiral, dressed in a righteous white coat, stared at the ship in front of him, stunned.

"Are you sure it's him?"

What seemed to be self-talk was answered.

"It's him, Tyrant Bear Bartholome, our intelligence is not wrong, that person is on that ship, should we attack immediately?"

A smile appeared on the man's gloomy face, a stumbling smile.

"It's just him, speed up, don't let him out of our sight."

The soldier saluted and replied solemnly: "Yes." ”

The soldier went down, he grabbed the mast and stared ahead.

"I'd like to see if you're really as difficult as the rumors, even Mr. Zefa can't handle you, Bartholomi Bear, I hope you don't disappoint the old man."

The gaze returned to the ship.

The bear, who had escaped for an hour, did not dare to be careless.

The warship behind it has increased its speed, and its weapons are ready to attack at any time.

His ship is going to be lost.

The navy did not attack immediately, kept forcing him to get close to the shore, he tried to escape, there was no way.

After all, small ships are not as good as warships, they are not fast enough, their attack power is not strong enough, and their firepower is not enough.

He only approached the shore in their way and disembarked, and the warships did not all come to the shore, and one of them approached.

The rest of the people patrolled the perimeter and did not let a single ship leave the vicinity, so to speak, the enemy had laid a net and was ready to come and catch turtles in an urn.

The bear shook his head and moved towards the island, he didn't want to fight the enemy right away, because he saw who it was.

A dog, a very fierce dog.

This person is very difficult to deal with.

"Hmph, I want to escape."

The man snorted coldly and ordered: "Get off the boat, surround it, and once you find the enemy, you will do it immediately." ”

"Yes."

The soldiers raised their guns and replied with excitement on their faces.

They disembarked, quickly formed a queue, approached step by step, searched very carefully, and did not miss any place.

In the middle came a man, followed by several naval soldiers, each with a gun, guarding the surroundings.

The bear glanced back, and then went up, the island was very large, there were many places to hide, and it was not so easy for them to find themselves.

"Play slowly with you, I have more time."

When it's time to hide and seek, I will never be stupid enough to appear in front of them and fight them.

He came to a relatively secluded place, sat down on the ground, and took a short break.

At dusk, the enemy had not yet come up, and continued to search for his tracks.

The bear opened his eyes and saw that the sun was setting, and at night, it was even more difficult to find himself.

And, in the evening, it's a good time.

As the saying goes, the moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing.

At night, it's time to kill.

The bear stood up, patted his buttocks, and his eyes narrowed with murderous intent.

It was pitch black, quickly enveloping the forest, and the advancing naval soldiers suddenly stopped, rested on the spot, and did not continue to search up the mountain.

(End of chapter)