I'm not,

I don't,

Don't talk nonsense!

How dare you slander the captain!

These bastard guys still remember these old rotten millet trivial things, they must be free.

"You must have remembered it wrong. Who didn't let go of the knife? It was definitely not me.

Also, can a swordsman use a sword smoothly? That [Paper Kite] is obviously destined to me, and it was Shanks who insisted on giving it to me." Mo Sen would not admit it.

Yes, you gave it to me.

If a famous sword like that is kept in a collection room, it will be like a pearl covered in dust.

"Ah?!" Shanks was shocked.

I haven’t seen you for more than ten years. I originally thought you had a worse personality at best. Didn’t you expect that you are so thick-skinned now?

Whose eyes lit up when he saw that knife, and he held on to it and never let go no matter what?

The old demon, who had exhausted all his strength in the storm and returned to his body to rest in the scabbard, had recovered a lot at this time. He kept hearing something about the knife in his daze.

Is this bastard Mo Sen going to give up on him and find a new love?

This is not possible!

All the beauties who want to compete with me for position must be killed and run away.

The old demon suddenly flew out of the scabbard, turned into a parrot and landed on Mo Sen's shoulder. He looked around and said, "Quack, what knife are you talking about? Where is the broken knife that came to compete with this handsome bird?

Let’s see if this handsome bird doesn’t cut it off.”

However, its voice was quickly silenced by the exclamations from everyone.

"Wow, such a beautiful bird."

"It's still a beautiful bird that can change at will."

"Boy Mo Sen, this colorful bird must be your demon sword that ate the devil fruit. I felt something unusual when you took action just now."

"..."

For Shanks and the others, this bird is naturally extremely novel.

Although I have seen it in the newspaper, after seeing the real thing, I found it to be more interesting than what was in the newspaper.

The old demon was a little confused.

Damn it!!

Why does the guy across from me with short red hair and a broken arm look so familiar?

Fortunately, the old demon finally understood the current situation among these guys' chatter. It seems that this bastard Mo Sen has not changed his mind.

Are these people friends too?

This is good, this is good!

Then it became excited. You must know that this guy, Lao Yao, is a serious person. The more people there are, the more excited he becomes.

If it hadn't exhausted its strength like Ain in the previous storm and had to transform back into its original form, it would have come out and screamed long ago.

It made some pretense and said: "Quack, hello, Airi Bati, this handsome bird is the only old demon in the world who can fight with the supreme sharp sword. It's my first time to meet you. I'm honored to meet you. I'm my brother."

Come and chop me down."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Boy Moson, your bird is so interesting. No wonder you guys got together."

The crowd burst into laughter, Shanks and the others leaned forward and backward holding their bellies, and even the corners of Beckman's mouth couldn't help but crack.

Lucky Lu almost stuffed all of the barbecue into his throat. He held his stomach and coughed. He didn't know whether the tears came from laughter or from choking.

In the past, we only heard about each other in newspapers, but now it is better to meet each other than to be famous. These two guys are really a match made in heaven.

Drake on the side couldn't help but cover his face and twitched the corner of his mouth a few times.

Speaking of which, he had been taught a lot of lessons by this stinky bird in the past. However, this stinky bird had a very unforgiving mouth, which sometimes made people hate him to the point of itching their teeth.

Mo Sen's face darkened and he punched the old demon on the head.

"speak nicely."

"Okay, Ba Ba!"

The old demon is a living treasure, and the atmosphere becomes more lively after it joins in.

This guy, Lao Yao, has the same personality as Mo Sen. If you put him in a bird, it’s really hard for people to hate him... That’s weird!

These people soon got a taste of the old demon's heart-piercing skills. Except for the cold-faced Beckman, who was not easy to mess with at first sight, everyone including Shanks complained about him.

Well, after I just ended my relationship with my big mom, the old demon’s mentality has been a bit overwhelming recently.

Fortunately, this smelly bird only complained about it for a while, and finally flew back to the scabbard with satisfaction and continued to rest happily.

The party continues.

As the saying goes, a short separation is better than a new marriage, let alone a reunion after a long separation.

The so-called four great joys in life: sweet rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, and the inscription on the gold medal list.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land brings us back to life after a long absence.

Regardless of their identities, the situation of Mawson and Shanks in the past ten years could be written in two books.

If it touches a little water, it will be filled with millions of pages every minute (beep quietly).

A group of people naturally has endless topics to talk about.

However, no matter how good the banquet is, it will come to an end, and a few hours will pass without you realizing it.

The bonfire was still as bright as before, and sparks would pop out from time to time, leaving bright moments in the sky.

The firelight shone on everyone's face, and they looked unusually rosy under the influence of alcohol.

"Shanks, do you still remember what I said when we parted before?" Mawson took the last sip from the bottle in his hand and looked at Shanks who had broken an arm with burning eyes.

You know, when they separated, Mo Sen was in such a miserable state.

Although he asked for it himself, why do you bastard keep taking care of your face?

Also wrapped in domineering attitude!

Shanks' eyes became distant as Mawson spoke.

In the dim light of the fire, the kid in front of him, who had grown into the highest combat power of the navy, seemed to be integrated with the young ensign of Donghai who had been on their ship.

His eyes still seemed to be so persistent, so bright that it was hard to look directly at them, full of unchanging pursuit of something.

At that time, he was lying on the ground with many wounds on his body, especially the last knife, which almost split the navy kid in half, and the blood that poured out dyed the messy ground red.

At that time, when he was about to leave, he could still hear the persistent words of the kid behind him, and the scene emerged as clearly as a frozen painting.

"Hey, Shanks."

"Um?"

"Next time we meet, I won't lose to you!"

"I am waiting."

The screen disappeared, and Shanks suddenly grinned: "So, navy brat, are you ready?"

Mo Sen's eyes were blazing: "I hope you won't disappoint me!"

"Sure enough, it looks good."

"Then come on, let me see your growth in the past ten years!"

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Chapter completed!