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Somewhere in the sea of the New World.

In the morning light, white mist pervades the sea, and visibility in the air becomes low.

Faintly, you can see a ship sailing quietly on the sea.

The Red Firth, a giant pirate ship with two masts, is slowly sliding on the water.

Break away the fog and break the surface of the water.

Leave a long trail on the calm sea that continues to spread outward.

There was laughter and laughter on board, and the atmosphere was peaceful.

In the morning, there are people who drink, some people dance, and people who eat breakfast normally, except for the red hair and the fat man who gnawed on the chicken leg, there was no one else.

They had drunk a lot last night and were now lying on the deck, salivating.

"Ah! Yes! Yes! A

white pillar of light fell from the sky, and Cheng Cheng was directly teleported into the air.

But fortunately, Cheng Cheng quickly calmed down this time, not as embarrassed as when he teleported into mid-air the first time, his toes were light, and he stepped on the air a few times with moon steps, and his figure returned to stability.

"I said system brother, can it be like this next time? Is it bad to find a safe place to land? Cheng Cheng complained helplessly.

[Sir, I am random and cannot control the teleportation location.

"Okay, okay."

Cheng Cheng nodded, but then thought that if it was directly teleported to the Red-Haired Pirates' Red Foss, it didn't seem to work.

In this case, will he be hacked to death with a sword from the redhead?

Cheng Cheng looked around, it was all white mist, and he couldn't see anything else, but he knew that he must be not far from the Red Firth.

Slowly closing his eyes, he saw that the domineering aura instantly spread rapidly like an invisible barrier, instantly covering a sea area with a radius of three thousand meters.

Suddenly, in Cheng Cheng's dark sea of consciousness, more than a dozen red points of light appeared, all gathered densely.

Among them, there was a red point of light that shone the most, like a big sun volley, similar to what the dragon felt in the revolutionary army base that day.

This is it! Got it!

Cheng Cheng smiled slightly, and flew towards the front with moon steps.

On the Red Firth, Beckman sat on a high mast with a cigarette in his mouth and swallowed fog, carrying a wine jug in his left hand and a flintlock rifle in his right hand.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked somewhere in the white mist ahead.

Then he looked at the redhead who was still quietly eating bread, and seeing that he was not moving, Beckman took a sip of wine and closed his eyes again.

The rest of the boat was laughing, singing and dancing, ignoring the strange aura that suddenly appeared.

Cheng Cheng flew in the air with moon steps, leaving a faint spatial ripple in the air every time he toe a little.

Soon, through the white mist, he saw a giant pirate ship, and on the white mainsail, there was a white skull with two knives in it, and the skull's left eye was pierced by a red diagonal line.

On the red head pillar at the front of the pirate ship, the carved red beast head showed its vicious fangs, adding a lot of coercion to this pirate ship.

Cheng Cheng recognized it at the first time, this is the Red Firth of the red-haired pirates.

Look at the Red Firth a hundred meters away, the redhead is on it at this moment, whether he can change the fate of this world in the future, depends on whether he can succeed today.

He took a deep breath and calmed his nervous beating heart quickly.

After all, what you have to do next, if you are not careful, you may die here, and it is estimated that it is difficult to escape, after all, this is one of the four emperors' red-haired pirate group.

He continued to walk forward, and twenty meters away from the Red Firth, an invisible coercion suddenly enveloped him.

Dangerous!

It was a strong aura of danger, enough to threaten his life.

Beckman, who was sitting high on the mast, took a puff of cigarette, spun the flintlock rifle in his hand, and he looked at the white-haired young man not far away and said: "This friend, do you have something wrong?" If you go any further, you're welcome. "

The other people on the Red Foss should drink and dance, and the fat man who gnawed the chicken leg was eating while chatting and farting with other people around him, not knowing what he said, but it caused those around him to laugh.

Except for Beckman, everyone seemed to have not seen Cheng Cheng as a person, and completely regarded Cheng Cheng as an air person.

The redhead was even more daze at a glass of red wine, and did not look at Cheng Cheng at all, it seemed that for him, this glass of red wine in front of him was the whole world.

Cheng Cheng stopped and suspended in the air, and sure enough, he didn't go any further, he didn't come to fight this time.

He did not hurry to answer Beckman, but swept his gaze over everyone on the ship, and soon on the table in the middle of the deck, he saw a middle-aged man with blood-red hair.

Cheng Cheng almost immediately determined that he was the red-haired Shanks!

It's the person I'm looking for this time.

At this time, the redhead, who was in a daze, seemed to feel the gaze of Cheng Cheng, and turned his head to look towards Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng took a deep breath again and said in a loud voice: "My name is Cheng Cheng, and today I am here to regain the redhead's arm." As

soon as the faint voice fell, it was like thunder on the ground.

The entire Red Foss originally changed the lively atmosphere, and suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet and silent.

The white mist steamed on the sea, and the sky and the earth were silent, only the sound of the Red Foss paddling across the water, and the occasional chirping of seagulls in the distance.

Everyone on the Red Foss seemed to have been petrified by the female emperor for a while, standing still in place.

Those who were lying asleep on the deck suddenly opened their eyes, their pupils dilated, trying to recall every word they had just heard.

The fat man who was tearing a piece of flesh and bone in his mouth, his fingers suddenly weakened, and the big bone fell from his hand to the deck, making a dull sound.

The fat man's eyes with small sunglasses slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the person who spoke.

The sniper rifle that Jesus Bu never left his hand for many years was shaking at this moment because of the trembling of his arm.

This is an absolutely fatal mistake for a good sniper, let alone Jesus cloth, which is already the ceiling of a sniper's ability, which is simply impossible for him.

The redhead staring at the red wine glass finally raised his gaze and looked at the white-haired boy suspended in the air.

Beckman, who was on the mast, took a deep breath of smoke, directly threw away the cigarette in his hand, narrowed his sharp eyes, and suddenly raised his flintlock rifle to the white-haired boy who spoke wildly, and said coldly.

"Young man, if you say it, you are responsible for yourself, do you understand?"