The two of them fought for who knows how long, until the dusk of night came quietly, the crescent moon was high, and the chirping of insects and birds deep in the forest on the island sounded. There were a few stars on the unpolluted, pure and mysterious night, accompanied by the twinkling stars. The cold moon emits a quiet brilliance.
The long-dispersed members of the red-haired pirates have set up flaming grills in areas beyond the reach of their battle. The aroma of food and wine has been woven into the most irresistible web in the world, bringing everyone together. Everything is covered inside.
"Grass!"
The red-haired Shanks, who had just finished the battle and was panting, put down his sword, smelled the seductive fragrance in the air, and looked at the smiling and relaxed faces of his companions not far away. He couldn't help but laugh and curse.
Fighting is a very physically demanding thing, not to mention that his opponent is on par with him in strength. After fighting for a long time, the red-haired man had already digested all the alcohol he had stored in his stomach.
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