When Bear knew about his bounty, it was already a week later, and he was holding the bounty slip with his big face on it, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The background is very good-looking, bringing out his brutal side, smoky and dusty, ruins, typical naval signs, appearing in it does not feel abrupt.

Red blood stained the ground, broken corpses, all over the place, such a scene, all to highlight the prestige of the bear.

The three words Tyrant Bear appeared on it, and Xiong was very satisfied with his title, Tyrant, Tyrant, then it would be a little more brutal.

He sipped coffee in his mouth, looked at his bounty list, and was reluctant, this person is so handsome, I don't know how many girls will charm.

When narcissistic, the bear unconsciously finished his coffee and looked up outside, the bright sunshine, with a misty drizzle, the sun rained, and a rainbow hung outside.

Xiong put down the bounty list and nodded with satisfaction: "It's finally a little handsome for me, if it's as ugly as Sanji, it's really a dog." ”

The bounty list, the funniest thing is Sanji, a handsome face, stunned to be made ugly.

And Chopper is also a bitter force, a hundred berry, eating a lollipop may not be enough, you can only rely on cuteness to highlight your value.

"Eighty million, when you run out of money, you can throw yourself into the net, I don't know if you will give me the money."

Until now, Xiong is not short of money, really, just came out of the naval base, can he be short of money?

With a large amount of money, hidden somewhere, no one knows except himself, he doesn't have much money on his body, and in this world, gold coins are still being used.

Gold is the only hard commodity.

Today is a special day.

He gave up walking, he gave up brutality, he gave up everything.

Even if it is cultivation, all of them are withdrawn today, and the pressure on his body is dispersed all of a sudden, and his body is much more relaxed, and Xiong sits quietly, thinking.

Eighteen years ago today, I was born.

Birthdays are something that everyone has and are worth remembering.

That day, I saw the sunshine and touched the world.

It was Good Friday.

On that day, he finally appreciated the cruelty of the world.

The world kisses me with pain, and I repay it with a song.

This kind of mentality, the bear can't do it, and it can't do it.

Only brutality, brutality can make one's life better, and if you can't change the world, and you don't want to change yourself, then you can only change other people.

Cocking Erlang's legs, the bear swayed, his burly body sat in the corner, others were drinking, only he was drinking coffee.

The boldness and loudness of pirates are very common in this place.

As for the bear, sitting alone in the corner, quietly distracted, no one came to disturb the bear, and many people were drinking by themselves

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Half an hour passed, and Xiong was still sitting there, motionless, his mind entering the past, reminiscing about the past, and thinking of his previous self, he felt funny.

Naïve self, ridiculous self.

Further on, it is a lifetime of bitterness.

In my last life, I lived like a dog, a cruel society, ruthless humans, companions, friends, relatives, all so indifferent.

He could only rely on himself, with this thought, and in the end, he found that he was so lonely.

When no one is around, I sit in the corner, lick the pus-filled wounds, comfort myself, and maybe in this way, my heart will settle down a little.

"Hey, have a drink?"

The drunken pirate, with a flushed face, took a wine glass and stepped forward to toast.

Xiong did not react, and continued to think about his future, whether it should be the same as always.

Seeing that he was being scorned, the pirates snubbed, and the drunken spirit came up and burst through their heads, slapping the table loudly, and the wine spilled on the table.

"Bang."

"Little ghost, I ask you, do you drink?"

The bear still did not react, and sat quietly, thinking.

The drunken pirate, looking back at his friends and laughing mercilessly at himself, like a monkey.

Furious, he stretched out his hand and pushed the bear, and he said viciously: "Little ghost, you shouldn't be a minor, right?" A little kid who wants to come to the tavern and drink coffee, haha. ”

Seeing that the bear was drinking coffee, the drunkard laughed unscrupulously, and his eyes of contempt pierced through the bear's eyes.

The bear didn't speak, sat there coldly, drinking coffee.

Alcohol can be drunk at any time, but what about coffee, only when you are lonely, alone, lonely to taste.

It is unlikely that a drunk will relieve a thousand sorrows.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

Seeing that it was not interesting, the drunkard left the place, and before leaving, gave the bear a middle finger and a look of contempt.

After the coffee was drunk, the bear came out of the tavern and walked into the corner, behind, in front, and above, surrounded by a group of people, who were smiling and looking at the bear.

With both hands clenched into fists, fingers constantly snapped, and a clicking sound is scary.

All kinds of weapons, swords, guns, against yourself.

Approaching was the pirate who came to persuade him to drink, he clasped his nostrils and said very dirty: "Little ghost, want to leave?" ”

How can he, who has been weakened, count it as such, this breath must be vented no matter what.

"What's the matter?"

The cold tone angered the pirate again, he clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Little ghost, do you know the current situation? ”

There are people all around me, you still dare to talk like this, do you want to die?

The bear glanced at it, not paying attention, a group of ants, unable to get in the way.

"Did you say these ants?"

Disdain, contempt, not even a glance in the eye.

"Bastard."

"Give it to me, kill this kid."

"Bastard."

"Kill."

The group rushed up, and the big battle was about to break out, thinking that there would be an earth-shattering battle, but the result was .......

A quarter of an hour later, the alley was littered with corpses of all kinds, and there was a deep fear in everyone's eyes.

Blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the ground, and on their bodies.

Our bear, on the other hand, left here, leaving behind the shadow of the wind.

After the bear left, a man came here, and when he saw that happening, he was very melancholy.

"Tyrant Bear? Interesting, interesting. ”

He smiled and had a fierce expression, but he couldn't make people feel fierce and brutal, because he .......

The wind went away and took with it a patch of sand, and when the wild sand formed, no one knows.

It is rumored that in the desert, as long as there is a slight breeze, a sandstorm can be formed, and the wind will walk through a desert, and the final fury is not something that human beings can resist.

The desert is always dangerous.

Once you set foot in it, it doesn't matter if you live or die, but there is such a person who is not afraid of this cruel and bad weather.