Pirates Control Everything

He raised his head and looked at the high execution platform, which was originally empty, when a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, he had a small figure-eight beard, and two bayonets across his waist, but there was no fear on his face, but a smile and excitement.

“Want my treasure?”

This sentence sounded again, and Yang Qing’s body trembled. Shaking up, the hot blood in his body was boiling, and his eyes flashed with infinite divine light, as if just such a short sentence could stir up the blood of attack, struggle, and charge in people’s hearts, making people excited. Passionate.

“If you want, I’ll give it to you, go find it!” I put the wealth of the whole world there! ”

The eight-figure bearded man had a big smile on his face, he was full of breath, and his voice came far, far away, and it clearly entered Yang Qing’s heart, making him tremble and his blood flow accelerated.

Suddenly, everything disappeared, the eight-figure-bearded man disappeared, and the execution table was empty again. Yang Qing took a deep breath to calm the impulse in her heart.

The man seemed to be born with a distinctive charm, and his simple words seemed to be a devilish smile, with a terrible seduction. Temptation, even he will fall.

“This is One Piece!” Yang Qing muttered, everything about Fang Cai was an illusion, but it made him immersive, and it seemed that he really witnessed that blood-boiling scene.

“Wealth, fame, power, man who owns everything One Piece.”

“The will passed down from generation to generation, the changes of the times, people’s dreams, these are all unstoppable, as long as people continue to pursue the solution of freedom, all this will never stop!”

“This is a world, an eternal theme, freedom!”

Yang Qing’s eyes are bright, nothing can be compared to freedom, nothing can stop a person’s dreams, if there is, it is only death! Only when a person dies, his whole body blood is cold, his heart no longer beats, freedom, dreams, will disappear! No, no, even death, dreams, freedom will not disappear!

They will pass it on, endless human beings will give everything for them, wildfires burn endlessly, spring breezes blow and grow, nothing can stop the will to pass on, this is the flame of civilization, never extinguished!

He walked forward step by step, reached the bottom of the execution table, and stopped. Looking up at the high execution table, he took a deep breath. Then he took a step and climbed the high staircase.

“Click-Click-Click”

Rhythmic footsteps sounded, and he ascended to the execution table step by step, and finally, he stood at the top of the execution table. Standing there, he looked down, and faintly saw the dark blood that had seeped into the wood. This is the blood of One Piece, who uses blood as fuel to ignite the flame of inheritance so that he will never be extinguished again.

“Here, where he ends.” Yang Qing closed his eyes, and he could feel the hardship, soreness, and endless tears on this road. Otherwise, it contains countless tears, blood, and dark blood that I never want to touch.

But, is he afraid? Afraid? No! No! This is the path he chose, the dream he chose, and he will never give up!

Suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce momentum spread out of Yang Qing’s body, the surrounding air twisted, a “buzz” sound, a circle of inexplicable aura spread around, the plants in the flower bed below unconsciously bent over, the execution table began to shake, it seemed that the whole world trembled under his momentum.

Overlord color, domineering! Armed, seeing and smelling, he has no way to cultivate, he tinkers with himself, but he is never allowed to enter, but this overlord is domineering, it is the awakening of talent, but he has been very proficient in cultivation in six years.

There was no one around the execution table at the moment, because Yang Qing’s momentum did not shock anyone else. If there were anyone, I am afraid that a large crowd of people unconscious could be seen.

However, at the moment when he released his domineering energy, in the naval base of Rogue Town, who was watching the soldiers train Dorag, his eyes suddenly were startled, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

“Overlord color domineering!” His eyes narrowed slightly, looking in Yang Qing’s direction, “Who will it be?” ”

A gust of wind blew through, and Dorag’s figure disappeared here. This unique momentum was keenly perceived by Dorag. He wanted to see what kind of person it was, who would have such momentum.

Yang Qing stood on the execution platform, and below the stage was an empty street. He quietly looked down, as if he was experiencing everything that the king of this world had experienced. He saw tears, blood, pain, excitement, excitement, and ultimate hope. This person has experienced too much but received too little.

What the hell is he for? The king who owns the world, with his life as the key, opens the door to the next era. He is a hero, a hero!

Once, Yang Qing didn’t know why white people had a comfortable and comfortable life, but they wanted to choose nothing, ethereal, and never realized dreams to fight. But at some point, when he came into this world, he understood. If there is something meaningful in a person’s life, he feels that he can work hard for the cause of his life.

That feeling, it’s bliss! It is contenting and fulfilling!

This is a dream, an ideal, and a lifetime of struggle for it!

Yang Qing understood, he had a new understanding of dreams, freedom. At this moment, he did not regret giving up his identity as a Tianlong man, and he even began to rejoice. Tianlong man is a supreme honor, he enjoys power, but at the same time, he represents shackles, he locks people’s hearts, dreams will not take off again, will become a canary in a cage.

Near Zhu is red and close to ink, what kind of environment can be forged what kind of identity. Standing in the cage-like palace of the heavenly elders, how can there be such a comfort in the endless wide sea? That all-inclusive mind, the temperament of a king, only the sea can cultivate.

Suddenly, Yang Qing’s eyes flashed, and he raised his head to look at the left side below the execution table. There, a figure ran over in a panic.

“Woman?” Yang Qing’s eyes narrowed and he retracted his momentum.

It was a very beautiful woman, who seemed to be born with a pitying charm, and at the first glance, I wanted to take her into my arms, pity and love her well. Her face is almost perfect, her skin is fair, and her figure is delicate. Between runs, even if you panic, it also has a distressing attraction. Moreover, the faint smell of books on her body, gentle and peaceful, made Yang Qing’s heart tremble.

Immediately after, seven or eight big men with sinister faces appeared behind her. With lewd expressions on their faces, they chased the woman unhurriedly, as if they had the former in the palm of their hands, not afraid that she would escape.