The Laughing Clown in Pirate

"Marigold, Sandasonia, are you asleep?" Boya Hancock called softly in the hot spring. The only response to her was the slight snores of the two sisters.

Boya Hancock first came to Marigold gently. She is the youngest of the three sisters, but she is a very stubborn person. She has always wanted to gain the strength to protect her two sisters, no matter what it takes.

cost.

A while ago, she secretly relied on the powerful digestive power of the cobra fruit to eat sumo hot pot, trying to practice Amazon Lily's secret sumo wrestling skills to gain powerful strength. Of course, Boya Hancock was discovered and stopped it.

She needs beautiful bridesmaids for her wedding. However, this is just Hancock's arrogant statement.

How can a sister not love her sister? She just doesn't want her sister to become a fat, fat woman.

As long as she can support everything, her sister doesn't need to pay too much.

"Sister, I can still become stronger...stronger! Gulu, gulu..." Marigold's muttered words made Boya Hancock couldn't help but smile.

She placed a hand on Marigold's orange curly hair and gently rubbed it. Marigold's hair color was her mother's, and she was the most favored one when she was a child.

Due to the customs of the Amazon Lily Kingdom, the three of them each have three different unknown names, and now they are most likely the father of the corpse.

"Slow down...it doesn't matter!" Boya Hancock whispered in her ear, smoothing her sister's frown.

But after a while, her own brows wrinkled: "Humph! What I said before does not count, I still have to work hard to improve my strength before finding Mr. Clown, Marigold!"

After saying this, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Putting one arm around Marigold's slender body and putting her arm on her shoulder, Boya Hancock carried her sister and walked towards Sandathonia's location.

At this time, her green-haired sister was hugging the boulder next to the hot spring in an inconspicuous manner.

"Hehe...Uncle Spartacus..." Sandasonia giggled.

Boya Hancock was stunned. Spartacus had always taken special care of Sandasonia on the way to escape. His sister wouldn't be infatuated with that rather charming uncle.

"Mr. Clown...hehehehe!" Sunda Sonia laughed a little more.

In an instant, a string in Boya Hancock's mind was broken!

"Sanda Sonia, wake up, what on earth did you dream about!"

"Oh, sister?" Sundasonia, whose face was red, opened her eyes drowsily: "Did I just fall asleep?"

"Sanda Sonia, what did you just dream about!" Boya Hancock put his face close to his sleepy sister.

At this time, Sandasonia, who was so sleepy, was completely unaware of the danger.

"Dream..." She touched her round face with one hand, which looked very cute: "Dreamed that we found Mr. Clown, and then Mr. Sparta also found her family, and we were on Daughter's Island together.

Serve the barbecue.”

"Mr. Spartacus used dragon fire to burn a huge sausage!"

"Where's Mr. Clown?"

"Mr. Clown is dividing the pizza. That pizza is bigger than a sausage. One bite is fluffy and delicious, making people drool!" Sandasonia said, almost drooling.

"That's it?" Boya Hancock wondered.

"That's all." Sandasonia nodded.

"Come with me to help Marigold back," Boya Hancock said: "The sumo hot pot she secretly ate a while ago made her a lot heavier."

Sandasonia obediently hugged Marigorud and put her other arm on her shoulder.

They walked slowly up the marble steps together, first with their graceful backs, then their slender waists, plump hips, slender and strong legs, strong and strong heels, and finally what emerged from the water was as green as green onions.

toes.

The moonlight fell on their bodies, and this scene seemed like an ancient myth.

It was late at night, and after sending Marigold to the room, Sandasonia immediately lay down next to her and fell asleep. The sisters were already asleep, but Boya Hancock was wide awake.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered her days in the Holy Land and her days as a slave.

Kipil Saint's fat face with a disgusting smile.

"Look at all this, look at all this Hancock, these are what you will learn in the future!" He said to her while making a shameful and disgusting posture under the woman's whip.

Nausea, anxiety, fear, despair... just thinking about these emotions overwhelmed Boya Hancock again.

There was a dull pain in her back, and the dragon mark seemed to be burning, reminding her of everything that had happened.

"Dragon people...Dragon people!"

Boya Hancock gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed fiercely.

Boom! In this palace, somewhere the glass shattered, but the sound of the shattering comforted Boya Hancock, who was trapped in memories of fear and hatred, and calmed her down.

"Mr. Clown~" Boya Hancock held her cheeks in her hands.

People's memories can be beautified according to their will. Every time Boya Hancock recalls the simple scene, the clown descending from the sky becomes more beautified.

Even though she was immersed in that beautiful memory, Boya Hancock still heard the subtle footsteps. The footsteps were very light and almost weightless, but they could not be hidden from the domineering and proficient empress.

Frowning his brows, Boya Hancock put on his clothes and hurried towards the place where the footsteps sounded.

She will make the person who interrupts her beautiful memories pay the price!

Then...she saw the person she had been dreaming about...

It is not easy to sneak into the island. The clown took the diving boat made by Tom and landed directly from the central inland sea in the center of the island through the underground passage of the island.

It was already evening, and the entire daughter island was in the midst of a carnival, seeming to be celebrating the new emperor's defense of his crown.

"Did Boya Hancock become the Empress so early? This is good news!" the clown thought as he touched his chin.

He took out the mirror and looked at his handsome face carefully, trying to look mature and vicissitudes of life, after all, this time he came out to sell his beauty.

"Full marks, he's as handsome as ever!" He combed his wind-tossed hair with a comb, and the clown threw the comb into the central inland sea.

It was very easy to sneak in. The clown was preparing to meet the empress secretly, but unfortunately the wind blew the open window and the glass shattered.

Sensing Boya Hancock's rapid approach, the Joker calmed down his expression, put one hand in his pocket, and leaned melancholy against the window sill.

The moonlight was just right, and the silvery moonlight slanted through the window, shrouding the clown in the moonlight.

What a beautiful man as melancholy as the moonlight... as bright as the bright moon...

As footsteps approached, the clown turned his face at a 45-degree angle, smiled, and was about to use his killer bubble sound when the beauty had already jumped, ran directly into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Mr. Clown!!! Are you here to marry me?"

"well?!!!"