Monet immediately followed and immediately imprisoned Hopodi's neck with both hands, and the cold qi on his body spread from his body to the surface, sweeping Hobodi's whole body.

It can be seen with the naked eye that Hobodi's entire body is gradually covered with a layer of snow, and his skin is also red from the cold.

However, there was no trace of pain in the expression on Hobodi's face.

"Is that what you're up to? I'm going to have as many calories as I want. ”

A faint sound sounded, which made Monet stunned, and suddenly saw that the snow that was originally covered by Hopodi's body gradually dissolved, forming hot water dripping into the snow.

When Monet saw this scene, he was a little incredulous: "How is it possible, you obviously didn't use the wind to rotate your body to heat up, how can you still evaporate my snow?"

Skin to skin, Monet felt the higher and higher heat coming from Hopodi's body, and couldn't help but let go of Hopodi's neck, and then continued to hug each other like this, as a "snow", she herself was about to melt.

"Nothing is impossible, my body was transformed from the moment I ate the Devil Fruit. When Hobodi said this, he looked at Monet in confusion: "An old sailor reminded me that the sweat on my body can make men think about me, why don't you a woman react at all?"

"Is it true that the power of the Devil Fruit has turned you into a thermal physique? Monet's face was flushed by the heat of Hobodi just now, and he hurriedly flew dozens of meters, flapped his wings and stopped in mid-air, using the cold in the air to dispel it.

"You'll love it soon. Hopodi snorted, and his body immediately set off a hurricane, wrapping his body again, and one hand turned into a dragon's claw wrapped around a small whirlwind, jumping towards Monet in the sky.

In just one breath, Hobodi's figure appeared in front of Monet, and the entire dragon's claw imprinted on Monet's left chest, violently piercing through a snow stain.

Monet's face ached, and he hurriedly wanted to elementalize, starting to scatter from his hair.

Hopodi took out a claw and hit the right chest again, and under Hopodi's evil taste, Monet's chest was two upright, forming two huge cavities.

One after another, Hopodi hit Monet's shoulders, abdomen, legs, shoulders and other places, although every time a snow stain splashed, but this kind of attack, when Monet reformed into a body, she would find that these parts of the heat attack would recover very slowly, and even if they recovered, they would feel pain.

Although the heat energy has restrained Monet as "Snow", Hopodi's attack is not able to ignore the snow and directly grab the opponent's physical attack.

Snow is more dependent on high temperatures, and Hopodi's current use of "iron" and hurricane friction to maintain high temperatures is limited to that.

If Hopodi could control the flames or lightning at a higher temperature, facing Monet would be an attack that directly burned the opponent's entity, and there was no need to carry out an attack like the current one.

Now Hobodi's attack is more about stifling than restraint.

When he saw the "snowman" in front of him being beaten and scattered to the ground, Hopodi knew that Monet was hiding again.

More than ten meters away, there was a wriggling in the snow, and a green-haired woman with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth sat on the ground, looking at Hobodi's back hatefully.

"Snow Cone Burst!"

From the center of Hobodi's feet, a huge snow cone instantly protruded from between his legs, and at that moment, Hobodi's subconscious idea of using an iron block quickly stopped in his mind.

"I don't dare to verify this with my own dick. Hopodi's face darkened, and he quickly jumped away a few meters away in the snow.

"Snow Cone Burst!"

Hobodi, who had just stood for a short time, immediately drilled another snow cone between his legs. Hobodi looked at Monet, who was sitting on the ground not far away, his face as black as carbon: "You are enough." ”

Hopodi directly used the wind under his feet as a dive, bounced in front of Monet, and stabbed Monet in the shoulder with a claw.

A scarlet splash erupted, and this time, Hopodi really hit her entity.

Monet let out a painful sound, and Ban fell to the ground, and in his golden pupils, he was only full of cruelty to Hobodi.

"Give up!" Hopodi looked at her calmly, "From the beginning when you learned that I knew your weakness, you should have learned that you couldn't win!"

Monet's expression showed an inexplicable smile: "Even so, even if there is a slight chance of hurting you, I will get rid of you for the young master in the future." Snow Cone Burst!"

Hopodi's face sank, and he directly held the open dragon claw, and then clenched a fist and struck Monet's body.

Monet was sent a few meters away and got up in embarrassment.

Looking at the man in front of her, she was no longer able to move, she had already consumed a lot of physical strength when she controlled the snowflakes in the entire auction hall after defeating Drake, Rowe, and Hawkins, and when she was hit by the man in front of her continuously, the pain that came after her, her physical strength could no longer be supported.

Being hit by this man one after another is the best proof.

The only attack she made now that was easy to dodge was the end of the crossbow, and she knew that it was impossible to hit.

"That's enough, since you can't elementalize, it's better to admit defeat as soon as possible. ”

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Monet was puzzled, when she was powerless to elementalize, the man had already killed her with two blows, but he didn't do it.

"Still can't be a killer machismo on a woman?" Monet scoffed.

Hopodi shook his head: "I'm sorry, but I'm not a samurai, a gentleman, a knight, or the like. I saved your life because you are valuable to me, and I have said it before, right? I came to Beihai, and my true face was only shown in front of you. ”

"So what?"

"I'm short of a secretary, you should have that talent. Hopodi stated his purpose, and yes, Monet was Caesar's secretary in the Punk Hazard chapter four years later, and then was killed by Monet at the end.

Hopodi didn't care about what Monet was experiencing, and he only knew her because he was familiar with each other. It's like he knows that Luo is a black-bellied kid who is good at stabbing in the back, and he still forms an alliance with the other party.

Monet laughed, and the sarcasm on the corner of his mouth was self-evident: "Although I thank you for valuing me so much, but you and the young master are on opposite sides, and I will not serve you." Besides, this defeat at your hands, coupled with today's incident, even if I return to Dressrosa, I will not have any life left. I will be obliterated by the young master, kill me. I am Monet of the Don Quixote family, and I am willing to die for the sake of my family......"

"So you'd rather die for Doflamingo than be my secretary?" said Hopodi's expression was a little unpleasant.

"That's it. ”

"To be honest, you're a bit pathetic about this woman. Hobodi walked to the first row in front of the stage, tore open a field of snow, pulled out a chestnut-headed man from it, pulled out his clothes, and put them on himself.

Later, Hopodi came to Monet's side again, and the latter's eyes flashed with unknown fluctuations.

"Don't try to make a move, it's useless!" Hopodi snorted when he saw her little movements: "I also know a little about you from a certain channel. The feeling you give me, to use the psychological analysis I have studied, is that you often only follow the habit of licking your lips behind the strong, and you never speak deeply and know how to advance or retreat......"

Before Hopodi's words were finished, one of Monet's hands tightly grasping the snow and preparing to attack was released, and there was a hint of happiness on his face, and Hopodi was a little speechless when he saw it.

Again, this reaction.

Hobodi continued: "That habit means that you may have had a bad experience when you were a child, and you are eager to have a strong person to protect you, so you should be a weak person! Never go deep into the other person's topic, only stay on the surface to express opinions, which proves that your heart is afraid of being denied, afraid of being discarded by the hero who changed your life, timid, low self-esteem." And the possessiveness of children, not only because of orders, but also because of the desire to change the bad experience he has experienced, and to see himself as a hero who saved him when he was a child!"

With some enlightening words, it is impossible to say that Monet does not have a trace of fluctuation in his heart. But even so, Monet was not moved by Hopodi's words: "And then?"

Monet didn't know where this man learned about himself, but his speculation and his own experience were inseparable. As for those children or something, she was a little confused, she didn't have that kind of experience.

"The person who changed your bad experience should be Doflamingo, right?" (The original comics, SBS, Monet, and Sucrose lived a miserable life after the Battle of Mignon Island and were taken in by Doflamingo.) Hopodi saw a hint of shock in the depths of Monet's eyes, and continued: "So, for the hero in your heart, even if you die, you are willing." ”

"It's really a novel speculation, so what's wrong with doing this? Be your secretary, you better give up this idea!" Monet was no longer interested, she knew that what this man said was all a foreshadowing for the 'secretary'.

If she continues to let this man speak, she is afraid that the pillars in her heart will collapse.

"You say, 'Die for your family'? That's the sadness. I don't know what kind of person Doflamingo is, but if you fail a mission, you'll be wiped out, and that's not the way to treat your family. ”

"It's just your subjective judgment. The Don Quixote family is not an ordinary family, we have our own family creed, and these creeds are necessary under the premise of the realization of the ideal of the young master! We are all willing to sacrifice for the ideal of the young master. Since you don't kill me and spare my life, I will return to the new world and wait for disposition!"

Hopodi kicked her in the snow: "Don't get too far into it, I didn't promise to let you go." Stupid woman, Doflamingo saved you and gave you peace, and I can't argue with your willingness to die for him. But you're in my hands now, and I want you to be my secretary, so you have to be my secretary, there's no objection, understand?"

An invisible momentum emanated from Hobodi's body, Monet suddenly felt a chill invade his heart, and the consciousness of his brain was delayed for a few seconds before returning to normal, her heart was puzzled, she herself was "snow", she didn't feel cold at all, why just-

Don't......!?