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Under Suit's fabric, Doflamingo's arm muscles were slightly tense; the ring between Blackbeard's fingers dug into the other person's skin, leaving light white indentations.
The ice reflected pale light.
The dark-skinned giant loosened his fingers, and the vortex that swallowed the light in his palm dissipated silently.
Doflamingo pushed the edge of Sunglasses, and when he turned around, the hem of Suit drew a sharp arc.
"Follow up."
There was no emotion in his voice, but it made Trafalgar Law swallow the question on his lips.
The three of them stepped across the frozen sea, and the ice cracked under their feet.
--Do you really want to gather all your combat power and go straight to Holy Land?
Luo's fingertips unconsciously brushed against Kikoku's Sword Hilt.
He raised his eyes to look at the back of the figure in front of him, only to see the figure suddenly stop.
Doflamingo turned his face sideways and his eyes fell on the raft wrapped in ice shell not far away.
He raised his right hand and flicked his index finger into the void.
A figure emerged from the wreckage of the ship and stumbled onto the ice.
It was Girl with her hands cuffed, her third eye was tightly closed between her forehead, and her eyelashes were covered with frost.
"A familiar smell."
Doflamingo looked down at her, "Charlotte's bloodline?"
Girl gritted his teeth and tried to stand up straight, the shackles colliding with each other with a dull sound. "If mother is still here..."
The last half of the sentence was shattered in the cold wind.
She thought of the collapsed tower Whole Cake Island, and of the smoke and dust thrown up when her brothers and sisters fled in all directions.
After that once terrifying name lost its weight, Totto Land became a sandcastle that anyone could kick.
Vinsmoke Family didn't even look back when everyone evacuated. Blackbeard Pirates broke into the dungeon as if she were in no one's land - all these images were frozen into ice spikes, piercing her every breath.
Doflamingo seemed to chuckle.
The ice surface suddenly began to squirm.
Several strands of nearly transparent silk emerged from the depths of the ice, winding, twisting, and shaping into the outline of a key, accurately locking the keyhole of the Seastone shackles.
With a click, the restraints came off.
"For the sake of old friendship."
He turned around and continued walking forward, as if he was just brushing the snow off his shoulders.
"Wait!"
Blackbeard's voice chased from behind.
The muscles in his cheeks twitched, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times. In the end, all his words were nailed to the spot by that sweeping gaze.
That gaze was like a hardened steel wire that could cut into the bone marrow with just a touch.
Teach felt his stomach suddenly tighten, and all the boiling anger evaporated in an instant, leaving only the biting chill of sea water under the ice.
Doflamingo has stepped onto the edge of the hanging island Floating Islands.
Silk threads weave into stairs in the air, extending step by step deep into the clouds and mist.
When Luo followed up, he heard a suppressed gasp coming from behind him, as well as the crisp sound of the ice being stepped on.
Girl rubbed his wrists and stood up, looking at the end of the stairs with three eyes at the same time.
The wind and snow are getting worse.
A cough interrupted the silence, and the Black Hair man rubbed his rough palms.
"Keep that girl useful."
He raised his chin toward the sky, and the salty sea breeze poured into his grinning mouth, "Three eyes can read Ancient Script, and Memo-Memo Fruit is even more rare."
He has always been good at assessing situations.
When the fist is not strong enough, the knee can touch the ground at any time.
At this moment, facing the island suspended in mid-air and the young man wearing Suit, he chose to keep his voice calm, even with a somewhat consultative tone.
"No need."
The thread hangs from the clouds, winding around the rocks on the edge of the island, around the Harbor ships, and around every raised neck.
The entire Champion Island began to rise, like a bonsai held up by invisible hands.
When people staggered to their feet, they discovered that there was a transparent mesh woven with silk threads under their feet.
Suit youth's leather shoes fell on the grid**.
He didn't look at the Black Hair man. His eyes first glanced at the purple-haired Girl bangs hanging down in front of his forehead, and then turned to the man in the white-spotted hat who always held the long knife tightly.
"Come here."
When the young man turned around, the silk thread pulled his purple hair Girl and floated forward.
He turned his back to everyone and added, "I'll show you something."
"Captain--"
The two crew members took half a step forward at the same time, but were blocked by Scabbard.
"Guard the ship."
The sight of the man in the white-spotted hat swept over the edge of the island: the Falcon-like Swordsman was leaning on the reef, dust accumulated on the shoulders of the crocodile coat, the man with golden mane dancing wildly in the wind was suspended in the air, the rich man wearing Sunglasses was playing with gold coins, and the Red Nose clown was trying to hide in the barrel.
He finally picked up the strangely curved knife, passed through the venomous gazes, and walked towards the tent area.
Pulled by the silk thread, Girl followed closely like a puppet on a string.
Black Hair The man watched this scene, his Adam's apple rolled and he burst into deep laughter.
He turned to the others, opening his arms as darkness seeped from his palms.
"We will be in the same boat from now on!"
He patted the nearest Swordsman on the shoulder, but was sideways avoided, "Don't look outside, you are so familiar and familiar--"
Under Swordsman's cloak, there was a crisp sound of Scabbard colliding with the metal buckle.
The man wearing the crocodile leather necklace snorted from his nose, and when he turned around, the hem of his coat made a rustling sound of gravel.
No one answered, but no one left this sky made of silk threads Prison Cage.
The tent curtains were lowered to block out the sea breeze.
The man in the white-spotted hat bent down and covered his entire face with his palms.
Tears overflowed from the fingers and flowed down the wrist, soaking the symbol of death embroidered on the cuffs.
Three billion Beli Bounty singles burned in my mind, and those titles - Surgeon of Death, Worst Generation, conspirators who subverted Four Emperors - were now broken into wet grains of salt.
The purple-haired Girl glanced sideways at the trembling back.
She remembered how this man thrust the blade into her mother's chest, and remembered the frozen lake in his eyes during the tactical meeting.
Now this huddled figure reminded her of those clumsy apprentices in the Whole Cake Island kitchen who knocked over the milk cans.
"I don't know what you have experienced in this world."
Suit The young man stood at the junction of the shadows of the tent, with silk threads wrapped around his fingertips forming geometric shapes that were constantly reorganized, "But tears can't solve any problems."
When the fingertips were removed from Girl's temple, the surging images and emotions had turned into an invisible flow of information, injected into the deep consciousness of the adult man opposite.
The man wearing Suit leaned forward slightly and stared at the figure in front of him with trembling shoulders and covering his face with his hands.
"But my place is not here."
His voice was steady but carried unquestionable weight, "My brother, the other 'you', your sister, and those who follow me, they are all waiting for me to return."
"Therefore, I need your strength to help me find my way back."
The young visitor is not unaware that the prisoners released from the bottom of Impel Down have their own agenda: "Sand Crocodile"
The city is unpredictable, "Golden Lion"
Although he is getting old, his ambition is not extinguished. As for the self-proclaimed "Emperor"
The clown, apart from his arrogant attitude, has nothing to worry about in terms of strength.
As for the Donquixote Family in this world... their allegiance is ultimately to the Doflamingo here, not to him, an outsider.
And even though the owner of this place has treacherous thoughts, his strength has not yet reached a level that he can rely on.
Even the newly recruited group of people almost had the word betrayal etched between their eyebrows.
He is not afraid of these, but it will not be easy to attack the red continent with this group of guys with different ideas.
In contrast, the lone swordsman and the so-called "son of the devil"
** is actually more worthy of entrustment.
Their purpose is so simple that it is almost transparent: to pursue the moment of confrontation with the strong.
"That world of yours... is so enviable."
The man opposite wiped his cheek hard and raised his head.
The calm smile that usually hangs on the corner of his mouth disappeared, replaced by a solemn look of determination. "I'll help you."
***
"You 'saw' it all."
Suit The upright man turned to Girl. His very existence exuded the feeling of "mother"
Such a sense of oppression, "In my world, Charlotte and Donquixote are in-laws.
For the sake of this relationship, I will ensure your safety.
So, what are your plans now?"
Plan?
The sixteen-year-old Girl was stunned in place.
The scene of her hometown island turning into an ice sculpture in the biting cold wave and the figure of her brother falling suddenly still flashed through her mind repeatedly.
The cold eyes and isolation I suffered when I was a child because of the third eye on my forehead actually seemed distant and vague compared with the great changes sweeping through me now.
She was forced to lose her youthfulness in a very short period of time.
Go back? Go back to the familiar Totto Land sea and seek shelter from other brothers and sisters?
Or... should we do something else for the Family, for those relatives who are connected by blood?
"I'll stay."
Girl finally raised his head, with a determination that belied his age in his eyes.
Charlotte·Pudding Take a step forward.
The fingertips unconsciously brushed the side seam of the skirt, and the subtle friction sound of the fabric was clearly audible in the silence.
She could smell the faint smell of saltpeter in the air, mixed with the salty astringency brought by the distant sea breeze.
"Please allow me to join."
The voice was not loud, but it made the other two people in the room turn their eyes at the same time.
She knows better than anyone what it means to return to Totto Land - those exquisite desserts Palace, the Family members who always have standard smiles, and her own "Chocolate Minister"
The titles are nothing but gorgeous decorations Prison Cage.
And here, next to these people, even if she is just standing in the shadows and listening, the fragments of information she can access may be enough for the crumbling Family to find a fulcrum before the next round of storms.
The man wearing Suit nodded without any unnecessary expression.
He just waved his hand casually to his side.
Pudding immediately walked half a step behind him and lowered his eyelids.
Even though the person who was rumored to have killed her enemy Trafalgar Law was standing in front of her, her expression did not waver at all.
"About the Top-Tier combat power of this world,"
Suit The man spoke, his eyes falling on the figure wearing a spotted hat opposite, "I need a more specific description."
"The information obtained from the Donquixote Family... Frankly speaking, except for Pica, anyone else's words need to be treated with caution."
The corner of Luo's mouth twitched.
Those evasive conversations, deliberately avoided details, mixed true and false narratives - he has long been used to it.
"Let me explain."
He spoke faster than usual.
Not long ago, when those memories from another world flooded into his mind, something hot got stuck in his chest.
The Flevance of that world did not become a white ruin. All the children were taken into the shelter of the Donquixote Family, even "himself"
Both Lami and Lami live healthy and ordinary lives.
He was even more eager than the Doflamingo from another world in front of him - he wanted to open the passage immediately, send the other person back, and then follow him.
Put "Imu" in that world
Tear it into pieces, watch Donquixote Family reach the top, and fill up all the regrets here...
But how to get to that world is an unsolvable problem in itself.
Suit men have spent a lot of energy on this, and now they can only hope that Imu in this world may hold the key.
No matter how magical Op-Op Fruit's ability is, it cannot touch the barrier of time.
Although and "eternal life"
In comparison, traveling through Space-Time sounds less exaggerated.
After a while.
"So, the strongest one at present is still the navy, followed by the Japanese army led by Long, and finally the pirate forces who are huge in number but fighting on their own."
"That's right."
Luo nodded and continued.
"Not long ago, the number two figure of the Japanese Army, 'Flame Emperor' Sabo, led people to sneak into Mary Geoise, killed a police officer involved in Reverie under naval siege, and then successfully evacuated.
This incident skyrocketed his reputation, even surpassing that of Monkey·D·Long himself.