Chapter 73 Is My Birth a Good Thing?

[Chapter Header Serial Art Is Laughing 4 "Hilarious Paintings"]

[The man is showing off his favorite work, which can make people laugh from the bottom of their hearts! The audience on the chair in front of him burst into tears with laughter... He was tied to the chair, and his bare feet were being ruffled by feathers. ]”

Shanks loosened his already baggy tie.

While speaking, an invisible and astonishing aura swept the audience, whether it was standing, lying or kneeling, whether it was injured or intact, under the sweep of such aura, they just rolled their eyes, Foaming at the mouth, he fell into a coma on the spot... Even those gang leaders who had been in the top positions for a long time felt the suffocating pressure at this moment, hitting the heart like a heavy hammer, and their legs softened almost subconsciously , sweating profusely all over, limbs stopped moving feebly...

"Everyone stop for now, how about it?"

Shanks didn't look at the bloody mess all over the floor, and poured a glass of wine on a white tablecloth covered with blood.

Including Capone Becky, everyone's somewhat darkened eyes tried their best to look at the red-haired young man.

Under the suppression of his domineering look, even these big gangsters couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

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On the streets of the town, when the sound of gunfire gradually subsided, some people were coming.

There are also reporters with cameras hanging around their necks, eager to get first-hand news on the spot...

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Shanks drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

When he was about to turn around and leave to find Lynch and the others, he noticed that Capone Becky, who was hiding behind the corpses of his subordinates... was pale, holding back his head in cold sweat, rubbing the back of his hand with the end of a cigar, and it sizzled loudly , Stumbled away in embarrassment.

"..."

Shanks ignored him, took off his suit and threw it away, took out a straw hat from nowhere, put it on his head and left.

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On the other side, Robin, who was dragged away by Lynch, saw Lynch raised his arms into the air above his head, as if he was grabbing something.

By the way, is it his ghost? Robin remembered. But in the next second, Lynch looked at her with a strange smile...

"What are you going to do?" Robin wondered.

Lynch's right hand was wearing a right arm armor covered with red flame patterns, and he was holding a castle fruit chip in his hand.

"The tank starts!"

He screamed strangely.

"..." Robin looked down and saw his right hand inserted directly into his chest.

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When Shanks found the two little guys again, he found that Robin's legs had turned into two wheels, rolling forward on the small road outside the town...

Robin's face was expressionless, or in other words, his expression was loveless...

"Huh," Shanks asked in surprise. "Isn't it a tank track?"

"..." Robin looked up at him expressionlessly.

At this time, in Robin's body.

"So that's how it is. Since it's a castle fruit..." Lynch walked in a castle with a dilapidated style, "The type of the castle was modified according to the wishes of the capable person after all!"

Capone Becky's taste naturally turned his castle into a military fortress.

And Robin is the first time to use the castle fruit, which is equivalent to formatted, and she does not particularly like the castle shape, so the castle layout in the body is very "whiteboard", except for floors, rooms, etc. The layout of the fruit is probably the default shape of the fruit, and everything else is blank.

Compared with Capone Becky's castle, which is complete with tables, chairs and tableware, and even the ceiling patterns are very elegant, it can be said to be a bit shabby.

"It's not what I want..."

Robin's upper body surged and condensed from the floor. Seeing Lynch walking around in her body, picking and choosing, she couldn't help being a little speechless.

However, the first time she used the devil fruit, she also felt that it was a novelty.

With a thought, a white liquid substance surged on the floor, as if rising from the water, and a long table emerged. It was the exact same table as at the previous wedding.

A row of chairs rises from the table. Robin sat up with his legs crossed, and put his hands on the empty long table. After thinking for a while, the white substance surged on the table, and candlesticks rose one after another, condensing several sets of tableware, which were laid out one by one.

"..."

Robin pursed his lips. In the next second, on those empty chairs, white matter surged, condensing a figure.

An uncle with glasses and a moustache, an aunt with curly hair and a grumpy personality...

Dr. Cropper with the clover hair...

Figures that once only existed in memory appeared at this dining table one after another.

And... Mom...

On the chair opposite Robin, a woman with long white hair and a face very similar to Robin emerged, smiling.

Lynch looked at the white sculpted portraits on the table, walked over and patted Robin's slender shoulder.

Tick, tick...tears fell on the back of Robin's hand.

"This place is too small to hold your giant friend!" Lynch said.

Robin wiped away tears and smiled. She raised her head, and the ceiling disappeared quickly as if it had melted because of her gaze. That's how it fits...

"Hey, aren't they tank tracks?" At this moment, an outside voice came in.

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"Maybe it's because she was too impressed with a certain biker..."

In the outside world, the legs turned into the chest of Robin, who was moving forward with two wheels, and a door opened, and Lynch spoke from the inside.

Shanks walked outside, thinking thoughtfully, "Cyclists...could it be?"

"Could it be?" Lynch sat at the entrance of the cave, "Didn't I tell you about her? You must have already guessed..."

As he spoke, the camouflage on Robin's face turned into petals and withered away.

Seeing Robin's true face, Shanks stroked his chin and smiled, "It really is this little girl! But, I didn't expect there to be such a way to disguise..."

Robin was of course a little nervous after being scrutinized by this man. But she felt that Lynch should be trusted.

"When did you meet her again?"

"Not long, just yesterday."

"It's quite troublesome to avoid the navy's pursuit..."

"It should be okay to have the ability to pretend like this."

"makes sense!"

"I said..." Lynch flew out of the hole in Robin's chest with a "swoosh", and after leaving the coverage area of ​​the body surface, he "biu" returned to his original shape. "Where are you taking us?"

He looked around, it was not far from the sea, and the sound of the waves could be faintly heard.

Shanks stopped in front of a huge boulder.

There are no words or patterns on the stone, only green moss and mottled traces of wind, frost, rain and snow.

"This is a tomb," said Shanks, reaching out to touch the rough surface of the boulder. "I came to Xihai just for it..."

This doesn't look like a historical text, does it? Lynch looked at the stone in front of him, wondering. "Tomb, whose tomb?"

"My biological father." Shanks said softly, "At that time, I asked the captain...is my birth really a good thing?"

This talk has no beginning and no end.

Lynch can probably guess that Shanks asked Roger when the Roger Pirates found Ralph Drew and were about to disband. That's why he cried so hard holding Roger?

Robin was touched. Is it really a good thing that I continue to live? She wasn't sure if she ever had such a question in her heart...

"The captain said to me..."

The red-haired eyes were slightly red, and he smiled, "'What are you talking about, you were born in this world!'..."

The wind blew over the mottled boulder and the hair of the three of them. Lynch thought to himself, the one who needs to hear your words the most is your own son, One Piece.

At this time, the ground trembled and approached here.

The two chapters have been updated, and there will be no more tonight.

Good night in advance.