"Are you here to find you?" Whitebeard said, his voice a little muffled, and that there was something else to his words. "Yes," Yan nodded, unapologetically. "What do you want to do? You can't do anything alone! You should know!" Whitebeard's voice waned, but there was still pressure.

"We fought a battle, and I lost badly," Yan said slowly, pausing before adding. "So, I'm here to save face," Whitebeard smiled. "You, kid, are still no match for him" "I'm not going to fight him." Roger's fate was unstoppable, even if he shook his head.

"I just want to see him, to see how strong the king's enthusiasm is" The sudden heavy words made Whitebeard stunned for a moment, and then nodded. "I understand, I will protect you" It is not an accident that Baihu promised Dawn, the relationship between the two is actually very complicated. They are friends, but they are also enemies.

When you're fighting, you can let go and kill with all your might. But when we get along, we can drink face to face, with a smile on our faces, and we can entrust our lives to each other even at critical moments. It's a paradoxical yet natural relationship, a strange relationship that naturally occurs between two people. While the Moby Dick was drifting in the wind, Marco chatted with the others, occasionally with Dawn.

The usual dawn, in fact, is not so cold, but very talkative. He wears a white bandage, and sometimes Whitebeard jokes with other people. "Your father, last time, he almost broke my bones" "What a cruel thing this is!" Marco looked at him with admiration. "There are not many people in the world who can withstand the full power of his father" "It's a miracle that you're still alive!" Laughed.

"Stinky boy, it's not miserable for the old man to be beaten by you. The way you looked, I thought you would never wake up again, Whitebeard didn't have a good mental way. Just laughed. He knew exactly what he was talking about. An animal-like state of awakening, waking up in the wrong direction and turning into a beast, makes him an elemental, but also an elemental, very dangerous. "But that's a powerful country!" What do you call it?" Whitebeard asked. Laughed.

"Thor! I call him Thor" "God of thunder and lightning? It's too dangerous to explore God's world as a mortal, kid. Be careful!" Whitebeard warned. "Actually, I know I have a better understanding after the war, but," Yan said, holding out his bandaged arm. "Now this body, still can't achieve anything" "You're really honest" Whitebeard smiled.

"If I have to hide something from you, I don't know who I can trust in this world," said.

Whitebeard is a kite, and then laughs: "Goo-la-la-la, say good!" The weather was really nice on this day, and the sun shone down, making the whole boat feel the warmth of the hot ocean. There were also a number of pirates on board the Moby-Dick, who scattered like the most loyal guards, hiding Moby-Dick in the middle. In an instant, it was already noon. "It's time to eat, let's eat hot pot!" Dawn said suddenly. "Hot pot"? That's what we have?" Whitebeard shouted, his eyes sparkling.

"Yes, there weren't enough ingredients that time, but this time I'm sure you have everything, aren't you?" Dawn smiled. "Of course!" Whitebeard shouted. In their short time together, the two shared the worst moments of their lives, eating together, sleeping together, fighting together, joking together, and destroying each other together.

Built a strong relationship with him on this project. Whitebeard was overwhelmed by the new ideas and methods that Dawn often proposed. This novelty is the most important thing that Whitebeard recognizes, about. Half an hour later, a huge cauldron was placed on the deck. "Marco, how many fish did you catch?" It's the end of a big channel, and the fish must be delicious," Dawn said, adjusting the bottom of the pot.

"Ten, but I want to catch a Flame King!" Marco said, looking back. "You have to fish for the Yan King, or you won't have enough food!" Roaring white beard. "Get out of here and bring me the wild boar and bear paws we caught last time," he roared, turning the world-famous into a bunch of chefs.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he watched this scene, but still felt a little funny. Putt and others, still fearing for his safety, do not know that their general is now eating hot pot with Whitebeard in Moby Dick. It was boring to wait for it to come out, thanks to coming up with the idea. Soon, the deck was piled with meat and vegetables. The jar in the middle was rolling and steaming. "Get in the pot!" Dawn shouted, and a large amount of meat and vegetables were thrown into the pot. Then came the spice bowl, and after a while, each of the thieves on the ship had a large bowl in their hands.

"Let's eat!" Whitebeard roared. Everyone on board immediately surrounded the cauldron and stretched out their hands. With just one bite, everyone's eyes will light up. "What a taste, you're full of trickery!" Whitebeard shouted.

"Last time, it was just a simplified version of the hot pot, but this time, let you know what is delicious in the world" smiled. Chopsticks fly at the speed of the hand, constantly under the pot, and then swallowed, eating is not happy. No one could have imagined that Yanjun, the most famous Yan, sat with Bai Hu and others to eat hot pot. That was before Roger became the King of the Flame Thieves. Half an hour later, the crowd was still eating, and the mountain of food was cut in half.

They are all strong, they consume a lot every day, and the amount of food they eat is very unusual.

At this moment, on the outer edge of the Flame Bandits, the crew of the Whitebeard Flame Thieves was holding binoculars to observe the scene in the distance. "There's a boat there! There's a boat there!" I don't know where it came from, but it's there," the thief shouted, his face full of surprise. He continued to observe, because the distance, the identity of the other party, can only be determined by the flag. Soon the flame thief's eyes widened, and his voice trembled. "Roger! It's Roger, they're out.

With this discovery, the entire Whitebeard Bandit Gang was shaken. The news soon spread to Moby Dick. Whitebeard took a pair of oversized chopsticks, held a long string of meat, and spoke incoherently, his eyes blinking. "Huh?" At the bottom of the flame thief, a confused face, did not understand what his father was saying. "He said, 'Roger, are you out?'" Dawn shook his head and said.

"Yes, sir, Roger, the Flame Thief has come out, and they are coming straight at us," the Flame Thief said. "His goal is clear, which is to join our Flame Thief Bandit" Immediately after, the Flame Thief became nervous again. Today, Roger is the King of Flame Thieves! He ascended to the throne of Ralphdrew and walked out wearing the king's crown. The highest flame thief, Roger is the king of flame thieves!

How can you face the king without being nervous? "Tell the kids to spread out and let him in. I wanted to know what to say to me Whitebeard swallowed the flesh, his face hardened, his voice thickened. "Yes!" The flame thieves immediately retreated. Whitebeard looked at the hot pot in front of him and hesitated. Are we closing? But the hot pot is so delicious, who knows how long it will take for Yan to see him again? Not this time. See you next time. But seeing is a big deal. Isn't it too embarrassing to eat?

Marco, along with the others, continues to gobble, but Dwayne is quick and greedy. "Damn, ah, you left some for the old man!" Whitebeard shouted, don't do so much, keep eating.

Half an hour later, Whitebeard's thieves scattered, and Roger's ship soon arrived. When they boarded the Moby Dick, Roger and the others were stunned by what they saw. Edward, the most powerful man in the world, ate like a pig wrapped in a blanket and ate like a dog. "Razag, you pull," said Whitebeard, his eyes wide open and his mouth full of meat. Roger raised his right hand and placed it on his captain's hat, his beard shaking. After a few breaths, he took off his hat and bent over to laugh.

"Haha!" He smiled back and forth and didn't hide anything. When he looked up, he saw that Whitebeard was sucking all the flesh into his mouth, and then laughed again. "Don't laugh!" Whitebeard felt embarrassed. But Roger burst into tears, and when the laughter finally stopped, he said it again.

"I never thought I'd see you like this at the New Gate," said Reliance, raising his forehead to the side, he didn't care about his captain at all, but it wasn't until today that he realized that Whitebeard, a steady fellow, wasn't that kind of person at all. It took some time for the audience's emotions to calm down.

Roger and Dependency also sit next to the hot pot, taking the place of Marco and Jod, so the way they stare at Roger and his wife is a bit weird. "General Yan, is Daun here?" A hint of surprise flashed in Roger's eyes. But he didn't care, picked up the chopsticks, and quickly poked into the pot. "What is this, so delicious?" Put a piece of meat in a bowl, dip it in the sauce and swallow it in one bite. His eyes lit up.

"It's delicious!" Subsequently, the two of them also quickly collapsed. At the dinner table, they talked as they ate, and when Whitebeard made himself his home, they asked what he had eaten. Roger slapped his hand, and his face turned cold, but soon he began to smile again. "I'll talk to you about that later," Dawn said, squinting, "Roger, I want to know," Roger said with a smile. "It's okay if you do it, but the answer is different from what you get" "Are you sure you want to know?" He heard something unusual from the words of another man. Answer? What's the answer?

Is this world real? Or a hundred years of blank history? What exactly happened in the historical texts? Or does the nature of the world contain the darkness of the world's Yanfu? "You may be strong enough, young man, but you're not ready," Roger said with a laugh. "You still have to grow up!" Almost shut up. Another pair of eyes clearly drifted to the hot pot, but the heart was very bright, as if it had seen through everything about him. "I think I see another side of you, you're a little unusual"

"It's funny, Daun" Roger smiled again, looking at him in surprise. "What do you see?" You seem to know something. Do you know the future?" Or rather, you know our world" Roger paused, panicked. He smiled. "Let's eat first, and then we'll talk" Whitebeard gave the two of them a strange look without thinking too much. Instead, Reliance looked into Daun's eyes with a hint of seriousness and suspicion. Roger never lies, big lies or big lies. What he just said makes it very clear... Not who she said she was! This hot pot meal lasted three hours. Everyone was well fed, and their stomachs were full of wine and food.

"There's an island not far away, let's talk there!" Roger was referring in one direction. Looking down, but seeing nothing, he was terrified. Roger's senses, without a doubt, are stronger than his. The Flame Pirate fleet headed in the direction Roger suggested. On the way, Dunn spread out to observe that Putt and the group were still in place, but the big-armed, open-minded thieves had dispersed. They seem to see Roger coming, so they choose to leave. Dwayne, we talked about it. I admire your spirit "Sooner or later a man like you will go down in history" received, Whitebeard, Dawn, standing in the bow of the Moby Dick, the man with the mustache suddenly laughed.

"I wonder how strong you really are, Roger!" Dawn said calmly. "Hahaha," Roger laughed. "I admire you for being a Yan Army Marine, but I can see that you have a lot of things in your heart" "You are very determined, but you still have doubts, which makes you a little confused" Stunned, this ability to see through the hearts of others, very scared. It's not nonsense, it's really seeing through, seeing through others, listening to others. Everything, in this man's ears, in his eyes, in his heart, there are no secrets. I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it? Daun!" Roger said quickly.

His gaze is glazed, but before you know it, he's already uttering two words.

"No!" Roger was stunned, then burst out laughing. "Interesting, really interesting!" He didn't say what the suggestion was, and maybe Roger was feeling a little confused at the moment. The ability to listen to the voice of all things has always been unassailable, but it has proven problematic to read people's minds. But it also makes Dawn even more special in Roger's eyes. His suggestion must have been crucial to another person's life, and Dawn certainly understood, but she flatly refused.

In this regard, the young man believes that he is better than everything. Soon after, Moby Dick began to appear in front of an island. Near the hot shore, three men jumped out of the boat and headed for the island. He distanced himself from Marco, Dependency, and the others behind him, knowing that what they were going to talk about was absolutely confidential and important. On the front lines, Roger and his whitebeard are solemn. "Don't come again"

"Dawn boy, you're coming" Whitebeard suddenly turned his head as we reached the jungle. Marco and the others stopped. Dawn gave them a momentary pause, and then stepped forward to catch up. The trio entered the jungle, and after a few turns, Roger led them into a cherry grove. Squinting her eyes, her surroundings are exactly the same as in the cartoon. He stopped in silence and did not follow. Then he saw Roger walking side by side with his Whitebeard. They walked under a cherry tree and sat cross-legged, facing each other.

Standing in his position, you can see that the faces of the two people have become extremely solemn, and this solemn atmosphere makes the surrounding air seem to be a little suffocated and frozen. Undoubtedly, Dawn shared the same curiosity. But he didn't deliberately listen, didn't open his heart, and didn't have the ability to see and smell. It is impossible to eavesdrop on their conversation in front of these two people. And there are two people with the power to not care about his eavesdropping. Or, in other words, they are confident in his character.

Their lips kept colliding, and Whitebeard's face changed from serious to shocked, then silent, sad, very complicated. Roger, on the other hand, quickly relaxed, with a smile on his face. After a long time, Whitebeard stood up. Dwayne, Roger is calling you as he approaches, Whitebeard whispers. Dawn nodded, walked over to the cherry tree, faced Roger, and sat down. Dwayne, can I ask you a question With a smile on her face, Roger was the most amiable.

"Yes!" There was no refusal this time. "Do you think the world is real or virtual?" Roger's problem caused her pupils to constrict. He was now convinced that Roger knew his secret, or that he didn't belong to this world. I don't know if it's because he has the ability to hear all the sounds that make people scared, or because he is himself. But at this moment, the other party's problem undoubtedly scared him. "Give me your answer, Dwayne," Roger said, still smiling.

"It's true!" Dawn took a deep breath and said. From the moment he came into this world, every breath of air he breathed, every person he came into contact with, was not a so-called paper person, they had their own personality, their own soul, and they were real.

"Oh?" Roger blinked, then smiled. "You're not from this world, are you?" He was quick to add. "You seem to come from a higher world that knows us very well," Yan said, nodding after a moment of silence.

"It's incredible," Roger said. "I'm just guessing, but I don't know it's true"