One Piece, the world belongs to you

Faced with Whitebeard's extremely tempting words, Mo Zixiao said that as an upright navy, he would never betray justice! He was just meditating! !

Do you want to stay? If I don’t stay, I will search throughout the sea. The chance of encountering it is too small... If I stay... I won’t die. Maybe there will be an empty bottle!

...It’s over, my heart is shamefully moved.

So, Mo Zixiao, who regarded the bottle as his life, happily decided on a major event that was a matter of life and death in the eyes of others.

In the evening, the door to the captain's room of the Whitebeard Pirates was pushed open by a blond man.

"Dad..." He hesitated, and Marco looked worriedly at the white beard lying in the light.

"Is he settled?" Whitebeard lay on his side on the bed, looking at the uneasy eldest son in front of him with a half-smile - he knew that something was wrong with the eldest son since the younger son got on the ship. At first, he just thought that Marco, as the eldest son, was particularly fond of his younger brother. But what happened later made the old naughty boy understand that his eldest son liked his younger son more or less, and it was the love between lovers.

It's just that one is an idiot who puts all his emotional intelligence into consideration when it comes to who he likes, and the other is a fool who has been a bachelor for half his life. Neither of them understands anything at all!

"Well, I took him to Ace's room. I have given him a simple treatment with the immortal flames. The rest will be up to him to recover on his own." When it came to business, Marco reported instinctively, and then reacted He came over and smiled helplessly at his father.

Whitebeard, who looked majestic on the outside, was defeated by the accusing look in his eldest son's eyes, and tried to change the subject: "Well, I understand, you should also have a good rest. You can't just ignore the injuries you have suffered just because you are young and have special fruits."

"...Dad." Marco looked helplessly at his father who was talking about him.

Realizing that he couldn't get through it, Whitebeard shook his head and smiled heartily: "Haha, I believe you also feel that that brat from the navy doesn't look like a navy! I believe what he says!"

He didn't expect his father to value him so much. Marco hesitated for a while, feeling a little awkward, but still couldn't let go: "Of course I know, but after all, Ace..."

"Don't worry, go and tell him that as long as he stays on my ship for a full month, I will give him Ace's life card until he dies!" Whitebeard smiled like an old fox - he was just trying to beat up that little brat with facial paralysis. can speak? !

"...Yes, I understand. Dad, please rest early." In the end, Marco was defeated and had no choice but to compromise.

Hearing this, White Beard was so angry that he glared. He fished it out casually, grabbed the wine bottle and threw it at Marco: "Smelly boy! Your father and I are strong! Don't worry about you brats!"

Of course, none of the domineering power, fruits, or even strength are used.

Marco dodged the wine bowl thrown by Whitebeard, smiled and said goodbye before going out.

As the door was closed tightly, people who had been waiting outside the door for a long time immediately gathered around: "How is it? How is it? Did Dad say anything?"

Marco lowered his eyes: "...Dad believes him."

Everyone exclaimed: "What? But, Ace..."

"But he has to survive this month before dad will give Ace his life card." Marco waved his hand, motioning for everyone to keep their voices down, and then said solemnly and seriously: "So, everyone, for Ace's sake, Si! Work hard!"

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course! I'm relieved about this! Don't worry, Captain! We guarantee that he won't be able to go back!"

Marco smiled, said nothing, and looked into the distance with half-open eyes. In that direction, there was their youngest brother.

Don't worry, Ace. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you, even if that person is an admiral!

Mo Zixiao, who was still unconscious in Ace's room, didn't know that today was just the beginning...

The next morning, Mo Zixiao stretched out his body. He was worthy of being a pineapple with a fantasy beast species! The Immortal Flame has even healed to some extent from the hidden wounds left during the fight with Big Mom.

Mo Zixiao silently clenched his fists, and his strength was restored to about 80%. If he did it a few more times, he would probably recover from his hidden wounds quickly! When the time comes, if you train the fruit ability that you awakened when fighting Big Mom, your overall strength will be improved to a higher level! Even if Ace is really Roger's son, I believe the World Government would be willing to give him face as a person who can compete with the Four Emperors.

Mo Zixiao pursed his lips, he was able to fulfill his original promise. Mo Zixiao was in a good mood and walked out of the room, facing a ray of immortal flames...

A new day began with the corners of Mo Zixiao's mouth twitching.

One month is neither long nor short.

But for Mo Zixiao, who was always dealing with old wounds and new ones before they healed, he managed to survive for a month.

Congratulations, congratulations!

"Haha, bastard, how are my sons?" Whitebeard looked at the bastard who had consumed countless bandages on his ship this month and was getting more and more bloody. He was angry and a little unhappy at the same time.

Marde's original intention was to beat him up, but Marco's flames were so powerful that he was cured instead! Let me practice with my sons again! I even used my Zhenzhen Fruit to practice my newly awakened fruit abilities! He is indeed a bastard! !

Mo Zixiao pursed his lips and thought for a moment.

I have to admit that the Whitebeard Pirates are really strong.

This month, he has been fatally injured almost every few days. The strength of the Whitebeard Pirates is definitely not comparable to Big Mom... although the main reason is the pineapple named Marco and the old fox with Whitebeard.

However, who says that the strength of the mate and captain is not included in the overall strength of the pirate group? So Mo Zixiao nodded very sincerely: "Very strong."

"Hehehehe..." Everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates laughed like a bunch of fools.

"Hey hey hey..." Marco is the most stupid one.

"Hey hey hey..." Hey! Old fox, stop smiling so shyly! !

After one month in the Whitebeard Pirates, Mo Zixiao became ill with complaints:...

Forget it, I can’t beat you.

Whitebeard doesn't think so. The more he looks at Mo Zixiao, the more he likes her - strong, young, complaining with a paralyzed face. The key is, he praises his own pirate team so seriously! ! Have a vision!

"What do you think of the people on my boat?" After laughing, Whitebeard looked at Mo Zixiao with a look that could even be called loving.

Mo Zixiao, who has bad intuition about small animals:...

"Very good." The answer became a lot more hesitant and solemn.

He is willing to fight tooth and nail for Ace. This kind of person is really good.

Ace is truly lucky to have met them...

Hearing Mo Zixiao's answer, Whitebeard and everyone laughed heartily.

"Haha, we also think you are very good. You don't look like the disgusting behavior of the navy at all, but you look like a pirate!" Danzo teased Mo Zixiao after being withdrawn from his team.

"Haha, do you want to consider becoming my son?" Whitebeard narrowed his eyes and said poaching words: "I think your character is very suitable for me."

Whitebeard's classic saying of being victorious in almost every battle has hit a brick wall this time.

Mo Zixiao shook his head expressionlessly.

"No." His tone was calm and firm, completely different from the others who gritted their teeth and refused before boarding the boat - his voice was not loud, as calm as if he was discussing breakfast. But it was because of this calmness that Whitebeard knew that he probably couldn't dig this corner.

After all, only a guy who knows what he really wants can be so calm. The angry and even hostile ones, his once-idiot sons, were actually the ones who didn't understand the direction.