"Oh, isn't this my classmate of poets? Why did you make this happen if you haven't seen each other for a few days? Tsk tsk, isn't it because of a woman?"

After not having sex for a few days, the doctor chose to go to the room to remove the tiles, lie on the table, and wink at the poet Sith and said with a slight look.

"Ah, what are you talking about?" The poet Sith looked around and looked surprised that he did not refute this time, and he seemed a little stunned. "What are you talking about? Women? No, I, Sith, are a poet. The poet's nature is unruly. How could I get this kind of injury for a woman?"

"Hmph!" The doctor Sith grinned and pointed at the poet, "You are dishonest, let me guess, Daschi?"

The poet's classmate's face froze.

"You are really slutty. You have only been away from Monica for a few days. Why did you change your heart so quickly? You are such a scumbag."

"No, doctor, why are you slandering people's innocence out of thin air? I'm wholehearted about Monica." The poet Sith glared at his eyes, and struggled to compete with the doctor Sith.

"Yes, yes, you're all intent with Monica, what about Stella, Mora?"

The Hermit Sith couldn't bear to listen anymore. As a sea dragon beast dedicated to becoming the Four Heavenly Kings, he didn't even catch a female demon beast used to be a secretary. There was still someone who dared to show his love in front of him and play with the character of a scumbag man and a scumbag woman. How could he tolerate it?

Seeing that both of them were targeting him, the poet Sith was a little silenced, and his face felt a little aggrieved.

"Okay, I was wrong about this, but that's also because I've been injured recently and my mind is not clear. If I'm still doing everything, how could I be so bad..."

"Stop, stop." Doctor Sith raised his right hand and showed the smile of a professional. "Let's not mention this for now. I'm injured in my head? I'm not clear. I have a professional in brain development here. Do you want to see it?"

The poet Sith frowned, "Professional? Who? You won't be obsessed with neurology recently, are you?"

The doctor Sith rolled his eyes at him, "Do you think I can't?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll stab me on purpose."

"Ha, pedantic, what you mean is devoting to the medical cause. After I have thoroughly studied the human body structure of the pirate world, I can push the medical level of the ninja world forward for another fifty years. Do you believe that scientific research achievements will catch up with Orochimaru?" The doctor Sith said with a cold snorkeling.

As a real doctor, the Sith has been greedy for a day or two, and he always suspects that the people in One Piece world are not humans.

As a person, can you get teeth if you can drink milk? As a person, can you be more than three meters tall on average?

Besides, if you use a knife in the dream world, you won’t die. So what if you let him study it?

If he really studied something, wouldn't he have to add a poet's name when compiling the textbooks? Anyway, they are all called Sith, so he didn't take advantage of anyone.

The poet Sith's eyes twitched, and a chill in his heart. He turned his head away and didn't want to talk to the doctor Sith anymore.

The hermit Sith sighed, feeling so tired, when will these two things be able to learn to live in harmony?

Shake your tail,

"Okay, OK, the doctor I'll find for you will arrive soon, please wait."

As he said that, a gray-white road of light extended from the end of the darkness.

"Poet, long time no see!"

It was a boy in a small black suit, looking 80% similar to the poet Sith, but the poet recognized it and showed a look of surprise on his face.

"missionary?"

...

"Missionary, where are you in? It seems like you live a very fashionable life."

The poet Sith was a little surprised. This is a new personality. What does the new personality represent? If he gets a big boss, then he will still be released. It is definitely not a dream to catch up with the general Qiwuhai.

The missionary scratched his face, "It should be a catalog of magic banned books. I remember that my mother was Shirai Kuroko's elder sister, and she had to call me brother."

"Is that true? Then which school are you in now? Could it be a high school where Hedgehog heads go to?"

"Haha, no." The missionary chuckled, his face changed drastically, "I'm not in the college city."

"Huh?" The poet Sith's eyes widened, "Missionary, you won't be in the Roman Orthodox Church, are you? That's a villain, you're going to be beaten by ordinary people."

"No, I'm not in the Roman Orthodox Church."

"That was the British Puritan? I remember your Archbishop Lola Stuart was quite pretty."

The missionary's eyes twitched and his lips were trembling, "Not."

"That's not the Amacao-style Cross-Sading Sect, right? Could it be that you are greedy for the Pope's body? Want to see the fallen angel maid outfit?"

The missionary finally couldn't help it, and slapped the poet Sith's forehead.

"Can you stop using your pig brain to guess me? I am now a person who believes in science, the lv4 great power, the dominant darkness, and the great protector of the science gods *** to learn about it."

"Dark Dominator? Gatanjee? You have a lot of elements. As for the Great Protector of the Scientific God Cult?" Several people looked at each other, "Isn't that Newton?"

The missionary whistled his head,

"Japan is not under Newton's jurisdiction."

"Then are you still in Japan?"

"No, I'm in Siberia now."

"Siberia?" The poet Sith slapped the table suddenly, feeling a little disappointed, "You are in the devil's forbidden area, why are you doing in Siberia if you don't go to the school city?"

The missionary spreads his hands,

"How do I know, how do I know what my father is thinking? When I close my eyes and open my eyes, I'll play with mud in Siberia."

As he said that, he paused,

"But it's almost too. My father told me a few days ago that he would go to the school city to attend high school in a few days. I don't know which school he enrolled in."

...

In the middle of the night, Marinfando and Sith walked out of the guest room. The moonlight outside the room was just right. His mind felt particularly clear, and an extremely strange, and innate power was brewing in his heart.

"Is this the superpower of the Demon Forbidden World?"

Sith's body was filled with blood. Within ten meters, even an ant could not escape his perception. Within a radius of ten meters, a black fog fell into his palm.

"Sensory color? And the superpowers of the missionary, the dominance of the darkness?"

The power continued to gush out of his limbs and bones, and the momentum of Sith was getting stronger and stronger. His feelings had never been so good.

Endless darkness and flames burst out from the body, and the entire courtyard was as if it was being run over by a fire. The black flames filled the entire house in an instant. Under the cold moonlight, with the Sith as the center, all perceptions touched are like the Avici Hell in myth, gloomy, irritable, and terrifying.

At this time, the room was already covered with naval forces carrying guns and ammunition. Even Sakaski, who stayed in the office at night, stood outside the flames.
Chapter completed!