"Can Homiz still drink?"

Mihawk looked at the two in front of him, he couldn't think of such a thing as Homiz being human, he couldn't think of anything in his head to tell the truth, he thought that he was the most human-like.

Watching the two of them drink beer seems to be a sparse and ordinary thing.

"Our current body is equivalent to a human being, basically what a human can do, we can do."

Michael replied, drank the beer in his hand, and looked at Beelzebub:

"I remember you had a bottle of good vintage wine, take it out and try it."

"I can't take it without the dean, I can't carry this with me."

Mihawk listened silently, originally he thought that these two could also take out a bunch of things from inexplicable places like the dean, but it seems that no, Homitz does not have this characteristic.

Not far away, I saw Hormitz moving over with a bottle of red wine and three wine glasses:

"The two adults still have mihawk sauce~ Dean ........ asked me to bring the things, saying that they would have to be high for a while, you drink slowly."

After sending things to something, Hormiz reintegrated into the land and left.

Mihawk picked up the wine bottle on the ground and carefully discerned it:

"Good stuff ........."

The year was longer than he had thought, and he rarely saw it.

"I'll just say, Beelzebub had a lot of good things when he was outside, and whoever called someone was a sea thief once, but it was as if he didn't do it."

Michael's teasing made Mihawk realize that the two seemed to be at odds with each other, and that there seemed to be a little smell of gunpowder from the beginning.

But it's impossible for these two to fight directly on the spot, and it's impossible for him to help either of them when they fight.

He just wants to drink some good wine now.

He began to taste the wine on his own, observing the two next to him, trying to bring the wine to safety before the two of them fought.

Beelzebub seemed to have become accustomed to the other party's words, but he did not hesitate to look back:

"You're not the same now, there's no other use for it. Little one, give me a glass too. ”

Mihawk silently gave it to the other party, and did not correct the other party's words, because if you really want to compare, the other party is indeed more likely to be more than twice as big as herself.

By the way, he handed another cup to the other person next to him, fortunately Michael was not in the form of big eyes, otherwise he would have felt like he was being stared at by his elders.

The three of them sat in a row silently drinking red wine, looking at a group of 'fools' who were jubilant around the bonfire not far away.

Of course, the dean cannot be included, and he will be beaten.

"Good wine."

"Of course, this guy has a collector's habit, and he's been hiding this thing for a long time."

Michael took a sip directly, such an act undoubtedly made Mihawk frown subconsciously, this guy obviously doesn't usually drink red wine, or doesn't know how to taste wine.

Michael, who drank a glass, had no intention of continuing, he was actually not so obsessed with wine, ordinary Homitz did not have much desire, this may be a good thing, the dean once envisioned the perfect Homit, but in the end there was no result, it was not that Cattrell couldn't study it, but it was a little unnecessary.

However, after living for a long time and being part of Catrel's soul, the two Origin Hormitz are still somewhat different, and they are directly above almost every other Homiz in terms of rank.

"You two are just sitting here in the open?"

After all, there are actually a lot of people present now, but they just didn't notice this.

Michael and Beelzebub looked over at the same time, and the guys were clearly in high spirits, and most of them were drunk, and eighty percent only thought they were looking at the double shadow.

Mihawk didn't ask any more questions, and the two guys obviously didn't care anyway.

"I hugged Shanks in this way when he was young, I don't know if he remembers, but I don't really like the human form, but I have to say that the human form is very convenient for everything."

Since there was nothing to do, Mihawk just blinked an eye, and the other party changed back to a familiar appearance, inhuman.

He subconsciously looked at Beelzebub on the other side, who still maintained his human form:

"Look at what I'm doing, boy, I'm not so resistant to human form."

"You guys, are you really not going to get old?"

Mihawk asked about it seemingly casually.

Beelzebub is slightly hooked at the corners of his lips:

"Our state can be said to be directly related to the dean."

Seeing that Mihawk seemed to be in a short period of thought, Beelzebub continued to sip the wine in his glass, leaving the question to the other party to continue thinking.

Mihawk's gaze only turned to Catrell with curiosity, and then turned to the wine.

"Boring little ghosts, not curious."

Michael and Mihawk clink glasses lightly, and when it comes to drinking, both of them may be best friends.

When Shanks finished singing, the group was still excited to play the next song.

The state of the dean may be much better than imagined, Mihawk felt that he could think so, the other party had almost made it clear, I don't know if he could return to his original peak state, he was already hopeless, but now it seems that there is still a chance, he locked his eyes on Michael who was floating in the air.

The other party's form is obviously more likely to scare people.

Compared to having one more person next to him, it seems that having an indescribable Homiz next to him is even more terrifying, Shanks may not have a problem, but for other drunk pirates, this mental impact is still quite big.

Michael blinked his innocent Carslan eyes:

"It's not the right time to fight me, I'm not exactly good at solo combat."

"Try it."

Mihawk took the initiative to pick up the black knife behind him, and Michael's expression became serious, and he accurately set his gaze on Beelzebub, who had absolutely betrayed him.

"I'm suddenly a little tired, next time."

In the blink of an eye, Mihawk found that he had returned to Catrell as a glove.

Beelzebub only then added leisurely:

"Hormitz like us, if we want to exert our full strength, we must rely on the ability of the fruit, and we can fight it alone, but it will always be almost meaningful."

"Then I'll try again next time, I'm still curious."

Mihawk put the knife back in, seemingly a little disappointed.

Beelzebub muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear:

"You can't play anything here....... that guy is not good at restraint, and bullshit angels are all the same."

"I can hear me."

"I know, I deliberately scolded you."

At this time, the bodies of the Homitz who were not far away couldn't help but freeze for a second, because the conversation between the two was in the channel they could also hear, and after a brief stiffening, they quickly pretended that they didn't hear anything.

Only Cathar had no effect at all.

It's not that she can't hear it, it's that she's used to it, and she looks at the other Homiz:

"Little guys, what are you doing in a daze, then play music and dance!"