The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Vidal was pretending, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

"I'm kind enough to bring you a gift, but you have such an attitude, it's too sad!"

But he didn't hesitate in the movement of his hands, and directly handcuffed Hailoushi to the hands of the Tibetan scriptures, and the other party suddenly became weak, and he no longer had the strength to shout.

It's just that those hateful eyes didn't weaken in the slightest, on the contrary they became even more resentful.

"Hey, look at your eyes, shouldn't you thank me?"

As Vidal said, he made himself a trampoline and sat down on a sofa, and conveniently put the little manatee in his arms beside him.

Seeing that he had business to do, the little manatee stopped clinging and sat obediently on the sofa.

"Thank u?!"

The Tibetan scriptures lying on the wooden plank stared in disbelief. It was the first time he had seen such a brazen person.

"That's right, according to the rules of the loser eating dust, normally you would either die now, or be imprisoned in that ghost place in Jinjin City to suffer, and now you can lie here comfortably and talk, don't you?" Should I thank you?"

Vidal's seemingly reasonable and well-founded words stunned the Tibetan scriptures, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

It seems to be the truth, but something is wrong, why...

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

In desperation, Cangjing had no choice but to ask through gritted teeth.

"Yes, it seems that you have calmed down, so let's have a good talk." The corners of Vidal's mouth curled up slightly, very satisfied with the current situation.

"I left your life because I think you are still valuable, and you may be able to help me in some places."

"You want to threaten the 'Golden Lion' with me?" Cantonese sneered, "If you are thinking about it, then I advise you to give up as soon as possible. Don't say that I don't have such a big meeting, even if you catch the 'gentleman' It's useless, that man doesn't have any weaknesses!"

"Uh, that's not what I mean, although I don't agree with the statement that the 'Golden Lion' has no weaknesses.

"Vidal shook his head.

He threatened Shiji to do something, it's inexplicable, isn't it?

As for the weakness, tsk tsk tsk, it seems that even the scriptures under his control don't understand how deep Shiji's 'love' for Roger is!

For Roger, the 'Golden Lion' went berserk, and he dared to make a big fuss about Marlin Vanduo by himself!

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense, let's show my cards directly, I have my eyes on you, your murloc karate, murloc judo, combat experience, and the strength of your armed domineering."

"What!"

When he first heard the first half sentence of the Tibetan scriptures, his face turned pale, and the old chrysanthemum tightened even more.

He thought that this three-meter-tall young man had some special hobbies, what he was doing to himself by shutting himself up in this strange space.

But when he heard the whole passage, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that Vidal's demands were not too much.

"You want me to teach you murloc karate and judo, and then be your sparring partner?" Zangjing asked unwillingly.

"That's right!"

Vidal smiled expectantly.

In the previous battles, he discovered the problem of his unstable foundation. If he wants to make up for it with the best efficiency, he must find someone who is strong enough to fight continuously, temper his armed domineering, and improve himself. combat experience.

But the problem is that there are no suitable candidates around me, even if there are, they can't practice boxing with me for a long time.

This may be why Garp didn't find someone to practice against, but went to Hammer Mountain instead.

The Sengoku and Zefa in the Navy Headquarters can indeed be his opponent, but everyone has their own things to do, so how can they accompany him!

But the scriptures in front of him are different. They are strong enough, and they are still their own prisoners. They can come to fight anytime and anywhere, and they are not afraid of being discovered!

So he suppressed the original plan A, prepared to make good use of the opponent, and then implement plan A to completely squeeze out its final value.

But for now, let's coax.

"Look, if you teach me physical skills and help me exercise my arrogance, won't you be able to live forever? I will definitely take care of your food and drink. You can choose your food and eat whatever you want!"

"In terms of living, it doesn't rain, let alone windy, neither hot nor cold, that's great. If your performance satisfies me, I can reward you with a log cabin."

Vidal looked at the scriptures with a smile, and said, "How about it, isn't it tempting?"

"I bother!"

The Tibetan scriptures were furious.

"You are making this old man your slave! Don't even think about it, even if this old man dies for you on the spot, he won't let you succeed!"

"Hey, are you tough?" Vidal raised his brows.

"Okay, let me see how hard your bones are!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp wooden dagger emerged from the palm of his hand, and then he threw it to the side of the Tibetan scriptures with a clang.

"Come on, kill yourself." Vidal said softly.

At the same time, activate the fruit ability to loosen the wood and vines on the Tibetan scriptures so that they can move.

"you!--"

Zangjing looked at the dagger in shock, and swallowed subconsciously.

"Don't tell me that the Hailoushi handcuffs make you so weak that you don't even have the strength to commit suicide with a dagger."

Vidal pressed on step by step, looking down indifferently.

"Don't underestimate the old man!"

Hearing the Tibetan scriptures, he gritted his teeth and sat up, picked up the sharp dagger, but the hand was trembling because of weakness, nervousness, or fear.

But when he saw the tip of the dagger pointing directly at himself, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He originally thought that with his decades of killing experience, he could face death very calmly, but now that he was really asked to commit suicide, he found that fear still filled his heart uncontrollably.

"Ah."

Vidal laughed secretly in his heart, people are like this, maybe they can face being killed calmly, but it is difficult to kill themselves with their own hands.

And this is not about jumping off a building, jumping into a river, or taking poison, but asking him to stab himself to death with a dagger. The fear he has to face is even greater!

Of course, it doesn't mean that no one can do this kind of thing, but he bet that the Buddhist scriptures in front of him are not that kind of person.

One is that this person is getting older, and the older he is, the more he fears death, and the other is that he is not afraid of losing the bet.

Even if this Tibetan scripture really stabs him with a dagger later, he can wipe out the dagger in an instant.

Anyway, no matter what, the Tibetan scriptures cannot die now!

[Dangling——]

There was a sound of gold and iron falling when the dagger was released from his hand, Cangjing closed his eyes in pain, and sighed: "You won!"

In the end, he still failed to stab himself to death...

"That's right, it's better to die than to live. Since you can continue to breathe and live, why rush to report to Huangquan."

Vidal touched it casually, and saw that the dagger split into twelve dal in an instant, and then shot into Zangjing's body like a bullet.

This caused blood holes to appear on the Tibetan scriptures in an instant, and the severe pain made him very angry.

"Didn't you say not to kill the old man!"

But soon, he noticed a burst of green light emanating from his body, not only the twelve blood holes that had just formed healed quickly, but even the previous injuries were recovering.

"This... this is..."

"I have implanted twelve seeds in your body. Every vital part of your internal organs, including your internal organs, has a parasitic seed at this time. I think you should understand the meaning of this, Mr. Zangjing."

Vidal laughed.

Although Hailoushi's handcuffs are good, you can't let him wear them during sparring, because they won't show much strength at all.

Therefore, these seeds are the second means of restraining and threatening the Tibetan scriptures to obey.

And the parallel space of this door fruit is the third level.

"snort!"

Zangjing's face was dark, and he turned his head, as if he didn't want to talk to him.