The commanding heights of Dressrosa, the heights of kings.

The magnificent residence of the royal family of Dressrosa in the past has changed owners once again.

A gorgeous bedroom, full of exotic style, with thick curtains obscuring the tall windows. Only one window was open, and a tropical evening breeze blew the curtains and poured into the room.

On the floor behind the window is a tall, soft sofa.

A handsome man sat in the soft collapse, his body sunk deep into the soft sofa, his slender right hand holding a bottle of red wine, tilting his head and pouring it, the wine flowing down his chin and into his neck.

The man has short blond hair, wears white-framed sunglasses, wears a tropical floral shirt, a pair of cropped pants printed with broken flowers, a pair of black pointed-toe shoes, and a pink feather coat over his shoulders, and looks like a gorgeous flamingo.

This man, who always has a little wisp of evil and a little rebellious on his face, is the new king of Dressrosa, Don Quixote. Doflamingo.

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Doflamingo was unfazed by the red wine flowing to his chest, and continued to gulp down the bottle.

"Long time no see, little bird!"

A fluctuating voice rang out in the empty hall, and Doflamingo, who was drinking, shook his hand.

Doflamingo put down his bottomed bottle and looked ahead.

The empty windowsill has a slender figure at some point.

The man leaned against the wide stone window frame, folded his hands around his chest, rested his legs on the long windowsill, and faintly saw a silver coat draped over his shoulders and a silver wide-brimmed top hat.

The whole person is hidden in the dark shadows, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

"The old acquaintance came, and he didn't say that he invited me to a drink! Congratulations on regaining your crown of Victory Wine! ”

The man stretched out his right hand with a silver glove. Spread your fingers to the corner of the room.

On the table in the corner of the room were several bottles of unknown red wine, and with a whoosh, one of the unopened red wines flew towards the window, and it was about to fall into the hands of the passer. There was a bang, and the bottle shook. Strangely stopped in mid-air.

"Boom Boom ......"

Doflamingo sat on the couch with an evil laugh coming out of his mouth, his right hand resting on the armrest of the couch and his index finger slightly raised.

"Little bird, I haven't seen you for twelve years, and I'm a lot older! But...... Still that bad! Don't pour a glass of wine for the guests! ”

The visitor chuckled, and with a bang, the bottle exploded.

The glass bottle turned into countless pieces and fell to the ground with a crackle. Make a crisp sound. However, instead of spilling the bright red wine, it stopped in mid-air, converging into a blood-colored stream, and continued to fly towards the mysterious visitor who was half-lying by the window, an incredible scene that completely defied the laws of gravity.

A wisp of intoxicating wine wafted through the air, and the red water streamed through the air in a graceful trajectory, accurately falling into the mouth of the visitor.

Not a drop was sprinkled, not a drop was left.

Thundered!

Outside the window, a thunderclap sounded in the cloudy sky. Dazzling electric light flashed through the dense dark clouds, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky. It tilts down, emitting a dazzling white light.

The light of that moment illuminated the window. The wind that followed poured into the room through the window, and the thick curtains danced violently.

The person who came showed his true face under the light of thunder, and it turned out to be a young man. A pearl-like face, snow and frost, short white as snow hair slightly covering the forehead, burgundy eyes flashing a few wisps of evil light, and the demonic cheeks kill all female creatures in seconds.

The most conspicuous thing is the dark red suit, the bewitching color is like congealed blood. Wearing a black shirt with gold buttons on the neckline, the whole person looks like a visitor from hell.

Such a bohemian and uninhibited shape is naturally Madara's wooden clone, to be precise, it has once again become a wooden clone of Shui Wuyue.

By the time Madara left Cocoa West Village, the wooden clone had already set foot on this strange land.

Except for the different clothes, the appearance of the wood clone at this time is no different from Shui Wuyue, who made a lot of trouble in Konoha back then.

Doflamingo slowly lowered his index finger, a hint of contemplation flashing across his face.

"Nice wine!"

The wooden clone licked the remaining wine juice on his lips, revealing a strange smile, "Little bird, is this scene a little familiar, not long ago, you were in this palace, sitting at the window like me, threatening people to take out 10 billion to buy this worthless island in my opinion, and now if I ask you to take out 10 billion and buy back this country that has just arrived, wouldn't it be very interesting?" ”

"Boom Boom ......"

Doflamingo couldn't stop laughing, and his right hand on the armrest spread out at some point.

"Little Bird, twelve years ago, you and all the members of your pirate group were not my opponents combined, and after twelve years, do you want to try again?" The invisible wall of repulsion around the wooden clone blocked Doflamingo's equally invisible parasitic line.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Doflamingo lowered his right hand and looked at the wooden clone with a little amusement.

"It's rare that you haven't forgotten me after twelve years, and in that case, you should also remember our agreement!"

The wooden clone stretched out his hand, and a bottle of red wine in the corner of the room flew towards him again, this time Doflamingo did not use the ability of the thread fruit to stop the wood clone.

Twelve years ago, when the wood clone was collecting Devil Fruits alone, he found Doflamingo, in addition to collecting Devil Fruits for members of the Don Quixote Pirates. He made a deal with Doflamingo.

The deal was simple, the wooden clone gave Doflamingo gold, and Doflamingo helped him collect the Devil Fruit he needed.

Madara doesn't need all the Devil Fruits in the world, he only needs the Devil Fruits he needs.

Doflamingo, codenamed the Clown in the underground black market, is famous, and with the identity of being a Draconian, he eats everything in black and white, and his way is far better than that of ordinary pirates. As long as it can make money, it can do any business, and arms and Devil Fruits are its main business.

Since the wooden clone came to the door, Doflamingo naturally would not refuse, and the key was that he couldn't refuse.

The entire Don Quixote Pirates combined, they are no match for the wooden clones, something that Doflamingo had learned twelve years ago.

For this reason, the wooden clone does not need to control Doflamingo to get what he wants. As for the gold needed for trading, it is not as good as dung for the wood clones.

"Of course I remember ......"

Hearing the transaction, Doflamingo seemed to think of something, and his face was a little more inexplicable, "Before that, I was curious about a question, can you tell me, where have you been in the past twelve years?" ”

"I said I had amnesia, and I only regained my memory yesterday, do you believe it?" The wooden clone said seriously.

"......" (To be continued......)

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