Pirate’s General Tiger

On the Moby Dick, after a conversation, the two sat down facing each other.

"I didn't expect you to experience such a change, what a pity!"

Whitebeard sighed.

The boy who used to be high-spirited and looked down on the world, now in front of his eyes, was just a gray-haired old man, and he couldn't tell any difference from his appearance.

"The world is impermanent, who can predict the future?"

Tang En smiled lightly.

He stared at the other party, and he could also see the traces of aging in the brows of the white beard. He has fought all his life, and now the old injuries and the weakening brought about by age are already reflected. The number one man in the world is also getting old.

In a trance, before Tang En's eyes, there were bursts of gunfire and roars all day long, as if he saw the scene of the future war on the top.

This old man will inevitably come to an end in the end and leave this era.

He fell silent suddenly and sighed.

Who in the world can not die? Who can stand on top of the world for a long time, overlook all living beings, and claim to be the strongest?

It is extremely difficult to achieve the achievements of White Beard and Roger throughout his life.

Whitebeard waved: "Marco, bring the wine, I'll have a good drink with this kid."

After a pause, his voice was a little complicated.

"I don't know, if there will be a chance to drink again in the future."

Tang En moved his lips, but there was no response.

Life is alive, and the encounters and encounters between each other are exactly the same. In the boundless world, I don't know when we can meet again, and whether there is a time to meet again. Maybe parting, there is fate to see you again, maybe missing, it is a lifetime.

Looking back, so close to the end of the world, Huangquan stranger, a farewell to eternal life.

Treat every encounter as luck, as a gift of life, cherish it, and cherish each other, that is the truth.

Marco came over with a large wine jar and brought a wine bowl.

My father and the other party are old acquaintances, confidants, and have a close relationship. Despite the battle, the relationship between the two has never changed. This cherished friendship is also the envy of the entire pirate brothers.

Tang En smiled and patted the wine jar away, filling himself up: "Maybe we will meet again in the future, maybe we will never see each other again."

"But so what? Just cherish the reunion at this moment."

Whitebeard laughed out loud. He has been a pirate for many years and has experienced most of his life. Naturally, he has deeper feelings than Tang En, and it is easier to let go. He raised his wine bowl and touched Tang En hard.

"when!"

There was a crisp collision sound, and when the two raised their heads, they swallowed two wine bowls, one large and one small.

"Cuckoo!"

Rosius was drooling, the smell of wine was too strong, he couldn't help it.

"Old man, and that brother, little brother, come and drink with us!"

Marco greeted suddenly.

Rosius passed by without hesitation, Bud also laughed out loud, Bruce was a little scared, he hesitated for a while, and followed closely.

After a long while, bursts of lively voices sounded, wine glasses collided, and toasts were mixed.

"Next, what are your plans?"

After a few drinks, some appetizers were placed between the two of them. Tang En was not polite, he ate and drank, and the white beard asked with a smile.

He didn't mention the matter of Tang En's old age, and asked him how long he would have to live.

"While still able to move around, go around the world, and then find a quiet place to retire quietly."

Tang En sighed.

Before the study of longevity species was successful, he could only do this. Otherwise, with the current physical condition, if he went to all kinds of battles, he would only flash his old waist and end up in a bad end. Retiring bravely in the rapids is his best choice now.

"It's such a pity. I was still thinking that you will be able to be born next, enter this grand war, and compete with us for the future."

Whitebeard regretted.

"Not now, maybe you will see me in the future."

"It's just that, at that time, you may be too old to swing a knife."

Tang En laughed.

"At any time, the old man will never admit cowardice in front of you!"

Whitebeard laughed.

The two drank and chatted with each other. The atmosphere was calm, but there were collisions again and again.

Gradually, the sun set and it was night. A group of drunks were scattered all over the Moby Dick. The smell of alcohol was everywhere, and the sound of snoring was even louder.

In the middle of the moon, White Beard woke up and turned around. He was covered with silver moonlight, squinted his eyes, and saw a skinny figure sitting cross-legged at the bow of the ship.

"Twain."

Shaking his still dizzy head, White Beard walked over.

"Newgate, do you believe that humans can live forever?"

Tang En asked suddenly, with his back turned, the robe on his body trembling slightly due to the night wind.

"Longevity?"

"What does it mean?"

White Beard was a little puzzled, he walked over, and after being blown by the wind for a while, he became a little sober.

"I know that in the world, there are a group of people who are conducting research on human longevity."

Tang En said quietly.

Whitebeard was a little shocked, and his face became serious. He didn't know why the other party said this suddenly, but there was no doubt that the message of this sentence was amazing.

"Is this why you still have hope in your heart?"

"There is hope, but time may not be enough."

Tang En said.

With a movement of his body, he jumped off the boat. When his feet stepped on the deck, he could clearly hear a slight clicking sound, which was the sound of bones and joints rubbing against each other.

Frowning, Tang En said to Whitebeard.

"If this research is successful, I'm still saved, and so are you!"

White Beard was stunned: "Me?"

"Your body is aging at an accelerated rate, and your state is also declining. This is an undeniable fact. Both you and Marco have already felt it."

"Five years, ten years later, how much power will you have left?"

"In this magnificent scene that is about to enter the most intense era, can we still survive? Stand on top of the world?"

Tang En's question made White Beard's question a little astonished, but also a little dazed.

"what do you want to say?"

Faintly, White Beard felt that the other party was trying to remind him of something.

"Preserve your physical strength, actively receive treatment, and live as long as possible."

Tang En said.

"In this way, we may still be able to fight in the future!"

White Beard was stunned: "That's it?"

"that's it!"

Tang En nodded, then he turned his head, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and sighed softly.

"When people are old, they should maintain their health. Don't always think about what you have and what you don't have!"

If there is something to be said, the black line on Whitebeard's forehead is alluding to him, the shot he made in the battle with Kaido a few days ago? There was indeed an injury in that battle, which triggered the old injury and made him feel out of shape, but it soon healed.

On the second day, the four of Tang En bid farewell and left. Whitebeard sat on the deck and thought a lot.

He felt that what Tang En said last night was not aimless.

"Let me keep in good health? You mentioned the saying of longevity again, you boy."

"What are you implying me?"