New World, an island of cherry blossoms.

A gentle breeze blows in the face, and a waterfall rushes down, splashing wet water to form a circle of ripples.

Under a few cherry blossom trees, two tall men sit.

Wearing a pirate hat, hanging down his golden hair, and his beard curled upwards in the shape of a black moon is still so eye-catching, at this moment, Whitebeard is holding a wine bowl, pouring a sip of strong wine and looking at the man in front of him, a little stunned.

"You said you were going to die?"

"Well, there aren't many days left."

Grinning, One Piece Gor, who was originally in the South China Sea, D. Roger suddenly appeared here.

And also found Edward Newgate.

"Why can't I see you're going to die?"

Putting down the wine bowl, Whitebeard glanced Roger up and down, frowning slightly.

"I'm sick."

Roger was not bothered at all by dying, but was very free.

"Sick? Is there no way for Kulokas too? ”

Whitebeard's face was a little heavy, and he didn't feel so refreshing when he picked up the spirits.

Shaking his head, Roger smiled and didn't speak.

"Would you like Marco to show you?"

"Is that kid on your boat? Can the power of the immortal bird still heal? Roger was slightly surprised, and the little guy who was covered in blue fire and was not afraid to challenge him with death came to mind.

"Goo-la-la... My children are very strong. ”

Whitebeard was a little smug.

"It may be their time in the future." Roger picked up the bowl and touched it with Whitebeard, then took a sip and said, "He can't cure my illness." ”

"Really?"

Whitebeard didn't question Roger either, because it was completely unnecessary.

"By the way, where have you been during this time, there is no news about you on the sea."

"Newgate, I have a woman I really like, her name is Portcas. D. Lou Jiu, and I'm going to be a dad. ”

"Portcas S. D. Lou Jiu, are you going to be a dad again? ”

Stunned, Whitebeard looked at Roger with a wine, a little incredulous.

"Hahaha... Right. ”

Holding the wine bowl, Roger motioned for Whitebeard to touch it.

"That's clatter."

"Of course."

The two finished pouring the liquor in the bowl again, and Roger poured it all over Whitebeard himself.

"Do they know about your illness?"

"Yes." Looking at the wine bowl, Roger's face showed nostalgia and guilt.

"There are so many Devil Fruits in this sea, there will always be a way."

"It's too late, I have my reasons." Shaking his head, Roger's gaze was determined.

"That guy Baloric seems to have been caught a few months ago." Whitebeard was a little uninterested.

"I know."

"If you're gone, there won't be many rivals in the world who drink together."

"Aren't there still Shiki, Karp, Sengoku, and Zefa? If you're bored, you can go to Marin Fando. ”

"Forget it, as far as Shiki is okay, as for those guys in the navy...."

Whitebeard shook his head and touched the bowl with Roger.

"Newgate, do you want me to tell you how to get to Lovedrew?"

"I'm not interested, and I won't go if I know it." With a wave of his hand, Whitebeard was really not interested in Ralph Drew.

"I forgot, you only care about your family."

Roger was slightly stunned, not reluctantly.

"Goo-la-la-la..."

Whitebeard smiled and didn't speak, but acquiesced.

"Do you know what the world government calls me in recent years? Goldor Roger, you say it's funny. ”

"Huh? Is that your real name? ”

Whitebeard put down the wine bowl and looked at Roger in amazement.

"No, no." Roger slapped his thigh with his big hand and grinned, "I'm Gore Brown. D. Roger. ”

Roger read word for word.

"Is it true that sometimes you meet people with a D in their name? I also have a guy named Titch, what does D mean? ”

"Do you want to know?"

"Forget it, not much interest."

"You guy." Seeing that Whitebeard didn't take the bait, Roger was a little speechless.

"That was a long time ago...."

Roger said to himself, while Whitebeard frowned from time to time as he drank the wine, and from time to time he was a little surprised, and his whole face was changing.

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On the Great Voyage, a warship slowly sailed into the windless zone and finally docked next to an island.

Before you know it, two months have passed.

Among the many islands, a major war is taking place in the center of one of the islands.

"Hmm..."

A cyan afterimage passed quickly, and all the trees and rocks along the way were cut in half, as neatly as a knife.

A strand of hair fell to the ground, and Foxy stood on the ground with one hand and a few backflips, a blood trail trickling from his chest.

Looking at the big knife mantis on the opposite side, which is only more than ten meters high, especially the pair of sharp forelimbs, cutting through the rock is like cutting tofu, just looking at it is chilling.

It's almost the center of the island, and for the last five days, Foxy planned to come in blindfolded to practice, but as soon as he entered, he encountered a death crisis.

If it weren't for the emergency moment to remove the blindfold and use the ability, it would have been a pile of manure that was nourishing nature by now.

Except for the necessary moments, Foxy will blindfold his eyes, and after several fights, Foxie's perception of suspicion is more and more clear and proficient.

Until today, when he met this praying mantis, he had to restore his sight, otherwise he would not be able to kill the other party by perception alone.

The bone-piercing wound in his chest is the best proof of this.

This praying mantis stood upright for more than ten meters, with a fat abdomen, and its forelimbs were like sharp swords.

Despite his huge size, this guy is extremely fast, and if it weren't for Foxie's initial mastery of shaving, he might have broken into several knots by now.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the mantis rubbed its forelimbs, and there were even sparks.

As soon as the ground moved, the praying mantis rushed out, and its right limb slashed towards Foxie, and it was very fast.

Faulsey tensed and leaned back, but the mantis's left limb stabbed down on the head.

"Huh!"

Foxy shaved and disappeared, then appeared at the mantis's side, his right fist clenched and blasted out without reservation.

With a gust of wind, the praying mantis flew out with a wail, and some gravel shot out along the way.

Once again, Foxey disappeared in place, trying to take advantage of the victory.

But as soon as he arrived at the mantis's side, a knife light flashed, and Fukxi didn't dare to resist, so he stopped and lay on the ground at an urgent moment, and at the same time kicked the mantis's hind foot with his sweeping leg.

Weightless, the mantis subconsciously inserted its two forelimbs into the ground, but at this time, Foxy suddenly appeared in front of the mantis, and the sandbag-sized fist was in the middle of the door.

With another wail, a huge body of more than ten meters flew out, hitting several large trees lying in the jungle, with green liquid all over their faces.

In a quick flash, Foxy appeared on the mantis's head, and at the same time, his body spun at high speed and kicked the mantis head again.

Like a watermelon bursting, the mantis's head slammed into the ground, and the ground around it collapsed to produce tiny cracks.

Even so, the praying mantis did not die, and it can be said that the vitality is tenacious.

"I don't know if the praying mantis can eat it."

Looking at the almost mutated praying mantis, Foxy fell to the ground and kicked his head again, this time the praying mantis really couldn't hold on, because the head didn't know where it disappeared.