One Piece: Tyrant Bear

"Cough cough."

The uncomfortable coughing sound kept ringing in Xiong's ears, as if the black and white impermanence that had killed his soul had come silently, waiting nearby to take away his soul at any time.

Life, go to the end.

It is the most painful time for a person.

In the face of death, who can deal with it calmly?

The bear can't, and neither can the silver wolf, but he must maintain his final dignity and die with a smile.

This is his extravagant request, but also a plea.

Although Xiong couldn't bear it, although he was very worried, his heart was tied together. This person, the former rear admiral, unwittingly walked into his life.

It can't be wiped off, it can't be scratched, it's like sticking with brown sugar.

During this period of time, he burned the last fire of life in his life.

He is a rear admiral, and he is a pirate, such a pair of combination, but they cherish each other here.

He taught him the color of arms, but only asked him to make a simple deal, he...  

"You..." He opened his mouth, not knowing where to start, his heart hurts very much.

His eyes were blank, but he knew that he still couldn't turn around.

Remember, you can't turn to look at him.

You have to leave him with the last dignity, this is the way he wants to die.

The bear's eyes were red and bloodshot, his fists were clenched tightly, his heart was beating fast, and his face was full of tangles in pain.

"Cough cough."

Silver Wolf bowed his head, bent over, coughed, blood was all over the ground, but he still persisted, straightening his chest.

Leaning against the bear's back, he wiped away the blood and smiled miserably.

"I'm fine, you have to hold on."

Chapter 140 Two: The Sunset of the Silver Wolf

Hold on, and you have to hold on.

Xiong muttered silently in his heart, I can persevere, but what about you?

He doesn't need to look, he can feel his body, aging step by step, life has come to an end, there is no cure.

Coughing made him spit out a lot of blood. This situation, in the extremely cold hell, was extremely fatal.

Cold, aging, the fire of hope for life is dim, and it is gradually going out.

The swaying light is broken in the wind, who can give him a little light?

"You..." Even though he was worried, he couldn't open his mouth.

The bear grabbed his knee, and the flesh and blood fell into it, and the pain came up, but he didn't know it.

The neck wanted to turn over again and again, but was stopped by his words, unable to turn his head, bowed his head, sad.

"Boy, do you know? I should have died a long time ago. You came, like the brilliance of life, sprinkled on my dying soul. At that moment, I felt that the goddess of fate loved me."

"I don't expect that I can get out alive. It is enough to have someone to accompany me. Your arrival makes me very happy."

Silver Wolf began to recall that day, the day he came in.

"The day you came in, you were lying on the ground like a dog. I thought you wouldn't survive three days, but unexpectedly, you survived."

"Later, I thought it was impossible for you to survive a month. If you offend Hannibal, he will not make it easier for you, but you survived again."

I feel ridiculous, showing a miserable smile.

"I guessed wrong again and again, and you shocked me again and again, you know? Your struggle for life touched me deeply."

"In you, I saw myself back then. I also fought and tried hard, but I failed."

"No one helped me, no one taught me, no one shared with me, now, I will teach you everything I know, not for anything else, just because we resisted together."

The blood was spit out in one mouthful, and there were tears in his eyes, and he didn't feel pain.

Memories are comforting.

He, himself, and many more people have fought against fate together.

He failed, and he didn't want to see the bear fail and follow in his own footsteps.

He admired him, appreciated his unwavering eyes, and maintained a fighting heart for life.

He doesn't know what giving up is, he keeps walking ahead, and if he takes a step back, he will step into the abyss.

"Boy, I am very happy to have you by my side in the last days of my life."

Xiong lowered his head, his eyes turned redder, and tears were brewing.

It's not that men don't cry, it's just that they haven't reached the sad point.

Does he stare at his hands quietly, rebelling against fate?I do it all the time, it's just, fate, too mysterious.