I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

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Benefactor, can you tell me your name? Tiger asked with tears in his eyes and trembling lips that resembled two ham sausages.

Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and said. Don't care about the so-called name, it's just a code name.

no!

Tiger wiped away tears and said firmly. I must remember the benefactor's name in my heart all my life. This is my Fisher Tiger's morality!

Since this is the case...

Ian thought for a moment, then said casually. Then you just remember the name 'Virtual Circle Organization'.

Is it a virtual circle organization?

Tiger muttered a few times, as if he wanted to engrave this name in his heart, and then said. Benefactor, you have to take care, I will definitely come back to save you.

Don't don't...

Talking to Tiger, Yan felt more and more pain in his head, so he could only explain.

I came to the holy land of Mariejoia with a purpose, understand? So even if you want to return to the holy land of Mariejoya, you must follow your own plan and pick a good and auspicious day before setting off, so as not to be cold.

Huh? Fisher Tiger was a little puzzled.

It's just that Yann couldn't explain this to Fisher Tiger at all.

In the original trajectory, it is a miracle that Fisher Tiger bravely ventured into the holy land of Mary Joa by himself, and was able to leave alive, not to mention that he rescued a large number of slaves and fled together. Ian is really unimaginable How did Tiger do it.

You must know that based on the calculation of combat power, the Whitebeard Pirates may not be able to rescue so many slaves from the holy land of Mariejoa even if the Whitebeard Pirates are at full strength.

So this miracle of miracles, Ian estimated that Fisher Tiger's behavior was slightly different from the original trajectory.

Maybe he can't even be a hero, but he will be hung up by the world government and dried into dried fish, the kind that is completely cooled.

In short, Tiger, it's best to do things from the heart...

Ion gave Fisher Tiger a last word of advice, and then waved Tiger away.

thump!

As expected of a murloc, with a graceful posture of falling into the water, the water pressure was perfect, and soon disappeared into the drainage channel under the cover of night.

And at the moment of Yann's thought, the solo battle on Barak's side seemed to come to an end.

boom!

Barak punched heavily, and said to the air with an extremely calm expression on his face. Low race, dirty blood,

Immediately afterwards, Barack held his hand empty, and with the other hand he poked out hundreds of Navy Six-Finger Guns, and then flicked his empty hand towards the drain.

Since you like freedom so much, let your corpse float back to the sea.

Immediately afterwards, Barak didn't forget to wash the non-existing blood on his body with water in the drain, and then continued to pull the car forward.

But just when Yan thought he was about to see Musgarud Saint, the place where Barak walked became more and more remote, and then entered the entrance of an underground passage.

Yan looked at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eyes. Unlike the holy and beautiful surface of the Holy Land Mary Joa, this underground passage was dirty and messy, and there were still obvious bloodstains in many places.

‘Is it a place where slaves are held? ’ Yan’s heart moved, and he suddenly felt bad.

And soon, after Balakla drove the car skillfully around several intersections, he stopped the car directly, and the sound of a conversation also reached Ian's ears.

Master Barack, do you have any orders?

This person will let you stay here temporarily.

Is this the new slave of Lord Musgarud?

No, don't let him die. When his injury is better, I need to take him to see Lord Musgarud.

But Lord Barak, our environment here...

That's it. His identity is a little sensitive. It's not convenient to recuperate outside.

Understood,

Got it, I tried my best to arrange the best environment for him.

Well, don't let this matter out.

...

For a while, Yan couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart.

Hearing this, Yan understood what was going on.

In the final analysis, it was Barak who was persuaded. He thought that he had completely ruined Yan, the son of the Marshal of the Warring States Period, under his leadership for a while, and he should have also received pressure from the Marshal of the Warring States Period.

And Barack also knew that he couldn't bear the wrath of the Marshal of the Warring States Period, so he planned to secretly hide Ion to recover from his injuries, at least until he didn't look like he was spoiled before taking him out.

It's really far from the spectrum, you are CP0, you didn't know to be afraid when you were hypnotized, but now you are scared...

That's all right, I'm really going to jail.

Yan complained secretly, and felt that he was pushed into a certain cage.

Now, Yann needs to consider how long it will be more appropriate for him to recuperate.

After all, Ballack believes that his injury is still very serious.

Clang...

Suddenly a series of iron chains sounded, and then Ian heard the sound of the wooden door of the cage being opened.

The three of you will stay here these few days, take care of the man lying in it, and feed him food and drink, understand?

Okay. Three weak female voices sounded.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door was closed again, and the sound of footsteps also moved away.

After a while, Yan's domineering arrogance quietly expanded its range, and after confirming that there were no other people outside the cage, he slowly opened his eyes a little.

In the dark corner of the cage, Yaen could barely distinguish three little girls nestled in the corner and talking in a low voice.

Is this man a slave too?

possible.

Then why should we take care of him?

Perhaps a more precious slave.

But he didn't move at all. Could it be that he's dead?

Hearing this, Yan, who was covered in bandages, felt that it was necessary for him to express himself.

Immediately, Yan, who was lying upright, suddenly trembled.

All of a sudden, the three little girls who were hiding in the corner were so frightened that they were also trembling with fright.

Sister, you scared me to death.

He...he moved, can't it be a fake corpse?

Don't make noise, isn't it normal for him to move? Dead people don't need to take care of them.

Immediately, the voices of the three little girls faded away, and instead they held hands, and slowly approached Yan, as if they wanted to confirm Yan's condition.

As the distance between the two sides approached, Yaen, who was secretly looking at everything with his eyes, opened his eyes subconsciously in shock.

Boa Hancock? !

However, in the eyes of the three Boya sisters who approached the mysterious bandaged man cautiously, the sudden opening of their eyes was nothing more than a horrific supernatural event.

Ah~~