At night, the dream world, the familiar grey fog, the familiar broken walls, the poet Sith sat alone in a chair, this time he came the earliest.

His fingers kept tapping on the table, and he seemed a little uncomfortable with waiting.

About a quarter of an hour later, the dream world finally became moving. Two paths stretched from the horizon to this point. The doctor Sith and the hermit Sith sat together on the chair that belonged to them.

"You have finally arrived. I thought you wouldn't come today if you had something to do!"

"No? Why are you kidding? Today is the big day when you leave the village. How could we not come?" The doctor Sith put his hand behind his head, blinked at the poet Sith, and said with some playfulness.

"Okay, don't joke with me anymore. I think you've been in the Sand Village for a long time. Everything is this village and that village. I'm called a town. Do you understand? I don't know how taller than your village?" The poet Sith pulled his cheek and pointed at the other party and retorted.

"You..." Doctor Sith was silent. The administrative level of this sannin village seemed to be a damn village. "The Legend of Eyes in Five Villages" is not just a talk.

The Hermit Sith sighed helplessly. What kind of immortal teammates are these? He is obviously just a baby of the Sea Dragon Beast that is not even the Four Heavenly Kings of Darkness. Why did he let him suffer such pain?

The baby can't carry it, and the baby wants to cry.

"Okay, you two will say less. Are you upset all day long? Let's talk about serious matters."

The poet Sith glanced at the doctor Sith and nodded to the hermit Sith, "I've given this face, oh, by the way, do you know who I met today?"

"Big fat man Eiichiro Oda?"

"Hiss, then who, doctor, are you feeling uncomfortable if you don't criticize me today? Eiichiro Oda, I'm going to be Kishimoto's history, and the old demon Araki!"

Bang!

The Hermit Sith's tail tip twitched on the doctor, and the world became quiet.

"You keep talking."

"I tell you, I met Smog and Daschi today. Not only that, I also beat Smog." The poet Sith leaned forward and stepped on the chair with his feet raised. His mouth was raised, and he was always excited.

"Tsk, isn't it just a Smog? I've compared anyone who pees farther than Scorpion, and I'm proud of him, me?"

Bang!

Another tail.

"Don't interrupt, you are from the same village. You can see you without looking up, the poet, continue."

The poet Sith glanced at the doctor with a provocative meaning and turned his head, "Then I will continue to say it, I discovered a secret today."

"What's the secret?" As soon as they said this, they were no longer sleepy. The doctor Sith and the hermit Sith both pricked their ears.

"Dasqi has no eyesight and cannot recognize good people."

"What else?"

"It's gone, that's it."

"That's it?"

The poet Sith nodded, "That's it!"

"Hiss, you?" The hermit Sith felt like he was about to get angry. The two tail tips left a cross on the face of the poet Sith, and greeted him: "Doctor, come here to help me. Damn, what's the matter? Try me. Today I must give him a long memory and let him know that our four Dark Kings are not easy to mess with."

The doctor Sith was a little hesitant, not that he didn't want to be beaten, but that he was studying medicine and was rigorous.

"Brother, no, hermit, you're wrong."

"What?"

"You are not the Four Heavenly Kings. You already have the Iron Sea Dragon Beast and you have no place."

"Isn't it common sense that there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings? Why don't I have a place?"

"The fifth one is the Beast of Revelation, or you don't have a place!"

"I've been rebelled, I've been rebelled today. I can't live this life. It seems that if I don't clean up well today, you can't live it. Look at the trick, Breath of Ice!"

Suddenly, the entire dream world seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.

...

The next day, just as dawn, Sith got up from the bed early, fed a basin of clear water, and kept rubbing his face.

"It's so cruel. The bastard of the hermit was so cruel that he actually hung me and the doctor on the roof and slapped hard, and slapped him in the face. If he hit him like this, wouldn't he be tired? I'm so tired. If I hadn't been in a dream, my handsome face might have been disfigured."

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Lt. Sith, Brigadier General Smog is looking for you." Even after leaving Branch 177, Sith still couldn't escape the fate of being knocked on the door if it was done.

"Okay, I understand, go right away." Sith replied reluctantly.

...

On the deck, Sith thought he got up early, but Smog and Daschi got up earlier, with his arms exposed and a towel on his shoulders, as if he had already practiced in the morning.

Putting down the weight on his body, Smoger took out a box of cigars from his pants pocket, lit two and held them in his mouth. Even if he was doing morning exercise, he could not throw away the cigars. This is the pride of the old smoker.

"Sis, come one?" Smoger made a self-kind smile and handed the cigar towards the Sith. Although it was a little unhappy at first, now they are all people on the same boat, so he still won't stumbling, which is inconsistent with his justice.

"Thank you, I'll suck this." Sith shook his head, took out an exquisite small box from his arms, and shook it in front of Smog.

Smoger pulled his eyebrows, "Ma's cigarette?"

He is familiar with this thing. After all, his childhood sweetheart Tina likes to smoke this. Although there is a certain suspicion of abuse of dogs, this is the fact.

"No, no, I don't smoke, this is cigarette candy." Sith shook his head, looking helpless, "There are too many old smokers in the navy. I feel that everyone can come to two, and they don't hold anything in their mouths. They always feel that they are out of place with you."

"Hmph." Smoger snorted coldly and took back his cigar. He thought it was a cigarette party, but he didn't expect that he would not even be a cigarette party in the end. Bah, garbage.

Standing on the deck, Smoger held his chest with his hands, and he didn't want to talk to someone who didn't even smoke.

Sith shrugged helplessly, stood aside, and looked at the sea. There was no way. Who said Smog is the leader now? But it doesn't matter, he has time anyway.

Smog stood, he stood, Smog was blowing, Smog was blowing, Smog smoked, and he chewed candy. After a while, Smog finally couldn't help it and tried to tighten that serious face.

"Lt. Sith, I remember you don't seem to be a native of Karen Town (177 Branch)?"

Sith shook his head, "No, I can't remember the past, I only remember that Colonel Victor picked me up. If it weren't for him, I might have died at sea."
Chapter completed!