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Just die~

It doesn’t feel like anything special~

I wonder if I can still meet that bastard Roger?

When the last trace of consciousness sank completely, there was a smile on Whitebeard's lips.

At least, at the last moment, he still used this drag-like body to protect his child.

That idiot little Marco is probably still sleeping, right?

Idiot, how can any son die for his father~

His consciousness completely sank, and he didn't know how long it took before his decayed and cold body actually regained its senses.

"This is?"

A trace of doubt arose in Baibeard's mind.

The next moment, Whitebeard slowly opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was Marco. Marco was smiling at this time, with a faint blue flame covering his face, covering up the abnormal paleness.

"Dad, you wake up~"

Silence, long silence.

The next moment, Whitebeard suddenly became furious, his five fingers turned into claws, and he tore the space into pieces. He punched out an almost substantial air cannon and hit it a palm away from Marco's front. The strong wind blew Marco's hair.

It was blown and scattered in all directions.

After all, the punch didn't land.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard, I will die if I die, who asked you to come to me!"

Marco burst out laughing.

"Dad, I'm not dead yet, and you're not dead either."

"If you don't believe me, look around, or test your body."

Whitebeard was stunned for a moment, the sudden news was somewhat beyond his expectation.

So much so that I couldn't even hear what was wrong with Marco's words.

After moving his body slightly, his broken head returned to normal, and the big hole in his chest was completely restored. Even the almost incurable hidden injuries on his body caused by years of fighting were much better at this time.

No, it’s not just that, it should be more than half better!

His whole body gave him an unprecedented relaxed feeling, as if he was ten years younger.

Whitebeard did not immediately feel ecstatic, but instead frowned.

As an emperor who has traversed the sea for decades, Whitebeard's wisdom is not much inferior to his strength.

He didn't know that there must be a demon when things go wrong, but he also understood a similar truth.

Marco had tried hundreds of methods but could not cure the hidden injuries on his body. He could only rely on numerous drugs to suppress them. How could he suddenly feel so much better now?

Not to mention, he remembered very clearly that not only before, that treacherous son of Teach and the admiral teamed up to attack him, which had completely exhausted all his strength.

He should be dead by now.

An uneasiness, an extremely strong sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in my heart.

The dead self suddenly came back to life, and his body was mostly healed. Even he, Whitebeard, had never heard of this method. Marco definitely did not have this method, and there was no one else here.

If it's really because of Marco...

Whitebeard no longer dared to continue imagining.

After a moment of silence, Whitebeard took steps. His steps were steady and majestic. Each step was comparable to more than ten steps taken by an average person.

Step by step, we are getting closer and closer to Marco.

Seeing his father's vigorous pace, Marco smiled.

"The way dad looks now, I haven't seen him for a long time~"

The uneasiness in Whitebeard's heart reached its peak at this moment.

"Marco, you..."

"Dad, the Whitebeard Pirates can't do without you, everyone can't do without you, everyone can't do without you."

"So, dad, you can't die, no matter what."

"Marco!!" Whitebeard suddenly moved several times faster.

However, it is still too late!

As soon as an extremely gentle breeze blew, Marco's whole body stood straight and fell down, looking behind him.

"Marco!!"

With a crash, the ground was crushed. Whitebeard rushed up as fast as he could in his life and hugged Marco's fallen body.

Feeling the life breath dissipating rapidly in Marco's body, Whitebeard's face turned extremely ugly.

"Asshole, damn bastard, who asked you to do that!"

Marco was still smiling: "Dad, there is horse urine in the corner of your eye."

"It's so ugly, Dad, you have a white beard."

"Stop talking nonsense, bastard, Marco, you bastard, hold on!"

"Let's go, let's go find a doctor, the best doctor in the whole sea, and the navy, no matter where there is, I will take you to find it, you bastard brat, hold on, dad, I will still

I didn’t settle the score with you!”

"It's useless, dad~"

"I have already felt that my soul is changing. I really heard what he said. The power of Devil Fruit may actually have something to do with the soul."

"Dad, I'm tired, take me home~"

"Marco, Marco, you bastard, open your eyes for me. If you dare to close your eyes, I will kill you. Do you hear me?"

"Hey Hey hey……"

A very helpless and speechless voice came from the side.

"You two, although your father-son drama is quite exciting."

"But, I'm a little sorry. If we continue, this guy will really be hopeless~"

"who!"

Whitebeard suddenly turned around and cast his sharp gaze towards the source of the sound. Even if he looked directly at it, it gave people a terrible sense of oppression.

In his youthful state, Whitebeard is almost invincible in this ocean world.

Under Whitebeard's gaze, a stone jumped up and down in front of the two of them.

Marco, who was already unconscious, stretched out his hand to stop Whitebeard who was about to make a move, and looked at the visitor with blurred vision.

"The Resurrection Stone?"

"No, that's not right. Is this voice Mr. Lu?"

The Resurrection Stone floated in front of the two of them and slowly floated up.

"That's right, it seems that I'm not completely stupid yet!"

The next moment, an illusory little fist poked out from the side of the Resurrection Stone, and slapped Marco on the head.

"You're so smart, you don't discuss it with the people in the group when something goes wrong, and you're just waiting for death like this!"

"Fortunately, because of what happened to that idiot in Gu Santong last time, I deliberately left something on this resurrecting stone."

After saying that, the little slap came down again.

"Idiot, Gu Santong committed suicide because of his pride, and was resurrected by chance. But that thing is indispensable. If you die this time, it will really be over. You can directly open the banquet, do you understand?"

"You might even want me to be the cook myself to send you away!"

Whitebeard had a gloomy face, trying not to get angry because it seemed like this inexplicable stone was very familiar to Marco.

Marco is silent.

Just as he was about to say something, he was slapped again.

"Stop trying to bullshit me. I don't care about your gay friendship, father-son relationship, etc. Why don't you quickly open a group and get my real body over here."

"If you don't hesitate any longer, you can really start the dinner directly!"