Peng Lie on the Great Way

Giotto recited a lot. He seemed to be following the report in his hand, but he was telling some sensitive contents of the navy based on the memory in his mind, which was knowledge brought from another world.

Soon, the green pheasant he said slowly lowered his head.

Chapter 645 Breaking Defense

Qingzhi was silent for a long time, and he was a little confused now, because Giotto said a lot now, some he didn't know, some he knew, and even some superfluous information.

But at least what Aokiji knows, he can be sure that this is the correct information, or the content of Giotto's report is quite true.

No way... Could it be that Marshal of the Warring States Period, he really did such a thing?

Giotto's voice continued to sound, interrupting the thoughts in his mind: "I'm sorry, Mr. Aokiji, I've been reading to you for a while, so you probably know what to do."

Giotto's eyes seemed to be somewhat pitiful, he looked at the green pheasant and said: "Actually... I don't really want to get any information from you, with these reports from the Warring States Marshal, it doesn't really matter, I just want to Just a little bit of your information to verify the right or wrong. Don't think you will go back soon, you guys are going to stay in our family's territory for a while."

Aokiji's face turned pale, he looked at the pile of papers in Giotto's hand, and he asked, "Can you... give me a look?"

"That won't work, as I said, I'm going to use it to verify your intelligence errors." Giotto shook his head again and again.

Aokiji was silent for a while, looking at the stack of papers in front of him. And Giotto added a fire at this time: "Hey, if any of you don't write, it's actually fine, but this guy Karp took a knife from Yuyue, although he looks very spiritual, right, but if in this issue If I can't get enough to eat before, and if there is no medicine to help, he will be almost 80 years old. I really don't know if I can survive this coming winter."

Aokiji glared at Giotto angrily and shouted, "You bastard!"

Giotto immediately slapped the table. He rarely showed that kind of anger, but he was not incapable of getting angry, and his anger was at two extremes with his usual gentle and refined image. This contrast was too great. The sense of separation made Giotto's anger even more terrifying.

"Blue pheasant! Utm is shameless, don't you know who you are now! I'll be grateful to you for saving your life!" Giotto frowned, his voice cold as if he wanted to freeze people.

Aokiji was furious, and was about to retort: ​​"I never thought about living in a rut!"

Giotto also shouted: "It doesn't mean that others don't want to!"

Aokiji recalled the content of the discussion between Karp and Zefa just now in his mind, and his face turned pale, but he still couldn't believe it at all.

Just when he was about to continue his rebuttal, there was a loud noise outside the window, followed by a man's angry roar.

"Warring States! I swear, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Qingzhi was stunned. The voice came from outside the window. Listening, it seemed to be the voice of his teacher Zefa.

He rushed to the window at once, the mirror on the window blocked his face, but he still desperately looked out, Giotto didn't stop him, he was behind Aokiji, with a face hanging on his face. A gentle smile appeared, as if the irritable man just now was just an illusion.

"Huh... It's the first time I've used this trick. If it works, I'll be of great help." He whispered to himself in a low voice.

About 20 minutes ago.

Zefa stared at Crowley in front of him: "Hey! Don't you think that the old man can really write this kind of thing?" In front of him, there was also a stack of paper, which also wrote a lot about the world Quite a sensitive issue for the government.

Playing with his lighter, Crowley looked at Zefa with a frown, and he said, "Write your own, old man, don't talk too much."

Zefa sneered and said to Crowley: "That old man doesn't write it! Don't think that the old man is a life-hungry person!?"

Crowley shrugged and didn't care at all. He put his feet on the table and said listlessly, "Whatever, you're not someone."

Hearing this, Zefa's eyes darkened immediately, and he recalled the matter of the fight with the Warring States just now in his mind. In fact, just after taking two steps, Zefa had calmed down a little, and he seemed to have some impulses just now.

He even had some regrets, just because he was caught on Peng Lie's boat like a lost dog, humiliation, hatred and other emotions grew, making him a little unable to control himself.

It was only after hearing Crowley's casual words just now that Zefa's heart shook again, and he lowered his head and thought.

Will it be... the Warring States...

Once this idea takes root, it is like wildfire in Zefa's heart, and it cannot be suppressed at all.

He just held these thoughts in his chest for a while, but he was suffocated. He raised his head again, but his eyes were blood red.

"Hey, boy, the old man asked you, what did that guy in the Warring States period do?" Zefa asked in a low voice.

Crowley swallowed, only seeing Zefa in front of him seemed to have turned into a calm volcano in a short period of time. Although calm, a terrifying pressure slowly spread from his body. come out.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Crowley's body can't help trembling due to the pressure of the powerhouse. The gap between his strength and Zefa's strength is still too big, and it is this kind of face that makes his whole body tremble.

However, he forcibly stabilized his body and said as calmly as possible: "Nuo, look, what the old man in the Warring States period just wrote. Put it over there, to be honest, there are

After considering what he wrote, we just want to compare it with what you wrote. After all, we promised him so many conditions, and the old man is still very trustworthy. "

"Oh? What conditions?" Zefa asked.

"Oh, isn't the World Government going to end? Warring States doesn't want to die. He wants to sit in this position for a few more years." Crowley said, shaking his hand carelessly.

"Oh..." Zefa responded.

At this time, the sound of the doorknob came, and a clerk from Pengle pushed the door in. The clerk said to Crowley, "Mr. Crowley...it's time."

Crowley rolled over to his feet, whistled, and looked at Zepha with a half-smile.

Zefa was startled, then he suddenly laughed wildly: \"So it is! So it is! Hahahaha, he still wants to kill me!".

Chapter 646 Execution

Zefa laughed wildly, tears and snot flowing out, but the pupil that flashed in his mind was not Giotto's face, but the mianr of the Warring States. Yes, he suspected that the Warring States was going to kill him.

Although I know all kinds of things about the Warring States period, even though I know that the Warring States Period seems to have no intention of nostalgic for the position of the Admiral, but those knowledge have now turned into huge lies, turned into more violent firewood that makes the fire of hatred burn.

Zefa left his position disheartened, but was asked to come out again and again by the world government. It was not because the Pengele family still existed in the world, so he didn't want to leave at this time. , and want to stay a little longer in this world.

But there can be...

Zefa's eyes were dark, and he seemed to have lost his spirit.

Crowley, who stood up opposite him, pinched his **** calmly. The pain made him have more control over his body, making him pretend to be ignorant.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart, although Lord I was usually a kind person and disdain to play such conspiracy and tricks, if these things hadn't been mentioned by Lord Sped, how could anyone have such a bad stomach...

But if Lord I is serious about playing tricks and tricks, it seems that the effect is also very powerful.

Crowley also somewhat agrees with what Lord Sped said. He is soft-hearted and kind to the enemy, but he is cruel to his own people.

However, it is said that Lord I agreed without any hesitation. Lord I has changed a lot after the chaos...

Opening the door, a Peng Lie officer nodded to Crowley, Crowley responded briefly, and led Zefa slowly through the long and narrow corridor in the cabin.

At this time, although some of the officers' conversations were deliberately suppressed, it was no different from stealing the bell, for a strong man like Zefa.

A clerk was smoking a cigarette and asked his partner who was standing guard with him with a puzzled face, Peng Lie's post, a post has two people, these two clerks have their own division of labor, try to keep the

At the same time, they observed the largest area.

That's why. It was the game that Giotto played in the last life that told him that patrolling the guard alone was no different from sending him off.

If there is an assassin who can sneak in perfectly after killing all of them, isn't that a stage for people to play? Two people patrolling and guarding the post can at least make it difficult for that kind of assassin to play a lot.

Although this will waste a lot of manpower, Giotto believes that the advantages will always outweigh the disadvantages.

"By the way, how did those rotten handcuffs tie up these generals\'"?" An officer looked a little bored, holding a flashlight in his hand and scanning around.

This is a flashlight driven by the fire of death energy. It is nothing unusual. The whole ship actually has a light source without dead ends. However, the stacking of items will eventually create shadows. In the end, it is inevitable to use this. stuff as a patrol aid.

Another voice sounded at this time, the voice was quite surprised: "Huh? You don't know?"

Hearing this somewhat discordant question, Zefa's ears suddenly perked up.

"what do you know?"

"Those things have the characteristics of the fire of death bombs, the flames of the flames, and they are bombed to the point where half of the people don't have that..."

He suddenly realized and nodded: "Oh..."

The voice continued: "It is said that..."

"Cough..." A cold cough came, and the two who were on patrol were so frightened that they looked back with flashlights.

Crowley played with a lighter and appeared in front of the two of them. The light of the death fire was not dazzling, but Crowley still said to the two of them unhappily: "Be more serious when you patrol, bastard."

"Ah! Senior Crowley.", "Ah... ah, yes!" The two replied in a hurry.

He gave the two of them a rewarding look, and then continued to walk out the door with Zefa.

After walking a few steps, Zefa asked Crowley, "Hey, boy, is this thing really that powerful?"

Crowley glanced at Zefa, and said listlessly: "This is the bomb of the Lan Fire, if it explodes, half of your body will be ruined."

Crowley grinned suddenly: "Of course, don't be afraid, Mr. Zepha, as long as you don't kill the handcuffs, the bomb won't go off."

At this moment, Giotto's voice seemed to reach Crowley's ears again.

"Crowley... This task is a bit dangerous, and I can't guarantee your safety... But you are the most suitable for this job at the moment." Giotto's voice was solemn, as if he was very worried about Crowley's safety. , which brought tears to Crowley's eyes, and made him unable to restrain himself from saying some words of loyalty to Giotto again.

"...Well, I probably know what you think. I'm very grateful to you for having these thoughts. Let's stop these words for the time being."

Giotto gave Crowley a serious look: "Don't show any flaws, of course, if there is really danger, Crowley, I hope you put your own safety as the first priority, and don't have any thoughts of sacrifice, this kind of It's unnecessary."

Crowley could only respond with a nod.

Giotto breathed a sigh of relief, and then, with a smile on his face, he told Crowley about the plan in detail...

Walking out of the cabin and on the deck, Crowley stopped and Zefa stopped behind him.

Crowley turned his head to Zefa and said, "You know (very well) that if you resist indiscriminately, others will suffer, right? There are your disciples in there, I think you should be very reluctant to give up your own disciples. right?"

Zefa nodded silently. Immediately, Crowley raised the pistol, and the fire of death condensed on the hand. Take up.

At this moment, Giotto's voice entered Crowley's ears again.

"Well, in fact, the point of acting is that you really do this thing, just like you should really want to kill Zefa at this time. I'll tell you what the plan is, mainly for your sake. Safety, so you can take precautions early."

"Although this increases the possibility of the plan failing, I think human life is more important than the plan."

Phew... Crowley let out a long breath and pressed his fingers lightly.

Chapter 647: The Heart of Kikyo

Crowley's current fire of death can be said to be overflowing, his flame condensed into a laser, and rushed towards Zefa's eyebrows.

In an instant, Zefa disappeared in front of him, and appeared in front of him in an instant. The distance between the two was very close, and the near reward Li couldn't use a gun. Crowley's pupils shrank, and his body immediately retreated backwards. .

However, Zefa, who was close to him, stood still, with handcuffs still attached to his hands. At this moment, his two fists were completely blackened, and he saw both of his hands hammering towards Crowley.

The veteran's speed is fast and hateful, and Tony doesn't bring water at all. Crowley only feels a gust of wind coming from his ears. Can a super-general-level powerhouse strike with both hands to kill him? Crowley, Crowley didn't have this idea to test.

Fortunately, he was informed in advance by I, which made him well prepared, and saw a crimson grenade suddenly fall from his chest.

boom! There was nothing wrong with Zefa's body, but Crowley's body was blasted open by this shock wave, which also caused Zefa's 210 deadly punch to fail immediately. When his two hands slammed on the deck, the whole ship trembled, and there was an extra hole on the deck.

"Tsk." Zefa smacked his lips lightly, raised his head unhappily and looked at Crowley who stood up. Obviously, the grenade didn't seem to hurt Crowley either. He gasped loudly, realizing just now that the biggest danger that the adults said was just that, as long as he avoided it, Crowley would not be in danger.

Crowley said to him coldly: "Tsk, old ghost, why can't you die obediently? Don't you know that your apprentices and your colleagues will also suffer because of this?"

Zefa laughed: "What a joke, boy of the Pengele family, do you really think the old man didn't see it? Isn't it too naive to use this kind of trick in front of the old man?"

Crowley's heart trembled violently. Could it be that this old guy found something to look at? Instead, a smile appeared on Crowley's face: "Ha...what are you thinking about in the last few moments of your life?"

"You guys are trying to alienate me, right?" Zefa looked at Crowley with bright eyes, and he then asked, "The old man's guess should be right, you shouldn't really want to kill the old man.

husband is right. "

Zefa raised the handcuffs in his hands and looked at them: "In addition, the old man thinks even these handcuffs are a joke, the old man always thinks that you are using a pair of really ordinary handcuffs to bind us, but it is not. What kind of explosives, right?"

Crowley smiled slyly, he nodded, and said indifferently: "Since that's the case, you guessed right, so why don't you try it? Oh, I'll help you."

I saw Crowley raised his hand, snapped his fingers gently, and with a bang, Zefa was suddenly engulfed by a strong red flame, and the violent Lan Zhiyan suddenly exploded, causing Zefa to be caught off guard.

In the madly burning flames, a man covered in black endured all this in the flames, but even so, the shocked expression on this guy's face could still be seen clearly.

"Haha, this made me see some interesting scenes. Some people don't believe what Pengele said. This is really bold." A cold voice came over, and Crowley raised his head slowly. I saw a figure with long turquoise hair.

That is the cloud guardian of the Milfiore family, Kikyo.

Kikyo slowly fell from the bow of the boat, he looked at Zefa, whose whole body was burned by the flames of the flames, and said: "Stupid old man, it doesn't feel good to be burned by the flames of the flames, doesn't it make your mind a little bit clearer? ?\"

"Mr. Kikyo..." Crowley was not used to it, but he still nodded when he saw the fallen Kikyo and greeted him.

The two were once hostile, at least for a long time, and now it is a bit scratching their heads to suddenly say that the two are actually allies. However, it is necessary to adapt. Crowley only knows that Kikyo is a noble person of the same rank as those guardians, and naturally he does not dare to neglect.

Crowley wanted to continue talking, but at this time Kikyo gave him a hint to shut his mouth, and then Kikyo nodded and smiled: "Haha, Mr. Crowley, don't be too polite. What, this Does the guy still want to run away?" He pointed at the selection method mercilessly.

The domineering arrogance on Zhefa was so fierce that he actually wrapped his whole body. He was shocked all over, and the flames on his body had been scattered by him.

Zefa's hair has been burnt clean by the fire, and his skin has also been burned into rotten skin. Even with his powerful armament and domineering, in this explosion composed of the flames of Lan,

You will still get hurt in the face of bullets.

His eyes stared at the Kikyo who came forward and said, "Why, are you going to use any kind of paradoxical tricks, the slugs of the Milufiore family?"

This navy has cheated the Penggli family and the Rufiore family badly. Most of the troops and all the generals were either seriously injured or captured in this battle, and all the candidates for the grand prize died. Got a bunch.

Therefore, compared to the Pengele family, Zefa's hostility towards the Mirufiore family is the highest.

Kikyo shook his head, looked at Zefa with pity and sighed: "Mr. Zefa, don't you think that your failure this time is really just a masterpiece of us and the Pengele family?"