As a result, it hit the iron sheet beside him, and despite the pain, Jones cried out anxiously. .
"My lords, I am Sir Moore's wife, take me away and let Monet go!"
Sloan was unmoved.
The former aristocrats who fell into the lawless zone of Chambord, the more miserable they are, the happier the big shots behind them.
"Mom, I will always protect you!"
"Monet!"
Monet started to charge with the wooden spike, even if he died, he couldn't just catch him with his hands.
The crowd gathered around.
Monet's wooden thorn pierced the leading big-headed doll's waist.
Without any hindrance, he directly pierced through.
"woo woo woo woo!"
The big-headed doll made a choking sound from its sewn-up mouth.
Unexpected defense and attack.
Monet raised his head in bewilderment.
The crowd around them froze in place like puppets that had lost their clockwork.
Only the look of fear in his eyes showed that he was alive.
"What's going on?" Monet looked back at his mother.
Jones is also half sad and half confused.
"Mom doesn't know either."
"Fufufufu~"
On the wall beside him, deep laughter sounded.
"This is your reward for protecting mom."
Startled, Monet and Jones looked up.
A man and a woman are standing silently in the air.
The woman is already 3.5 meters tall, already extraordinarily tall, and with the huge sword behind her, she is even more heroic.
But against the backdrop of the man beside him, he looked petite instead.
The afterglow of the setting sun hit him, and the crimson feathers seemed to be shining.
Monet's pupils shrank.
As the daughter of a former nobleman, she is literate.
This person, she has seen.
The man who killed the golden lion, Amayasha Doflamingo.
"You still have two minutes left to claim your reward! My lovely little girl!"
Silencing Monet's mother, Doflamingo stretched forward slightly, looked at Monet and asked.
"Aren't you going to keep doing what you want to do?"
One sentence reminded Monet of his own situation.
What else is there for her and her mother to be plotted by such a strong man?
When adults say it's a reward, it's a reward.
Let's talk first.
After making up his mind, Monet rushed to the wooden crowd who were standing still.
Blossoming blood flew out.
The whimpering sound continued one after another.
Watching Doflamingo's teeth twitch.
Which man is not afraid of a kidney shot.
And Monet, the little girl, didn't choose the attack method that killed her just now.
Instead, he directly stabbed the waists of these traffickers one by one.
Bleeding to death.
After a while.
A bunch of traffickers who lost too much blood and were stabbed in the waist.
Lying down on the ground, he let out a final groan.
Monet, who was quite beautiful just now.
At this moment, covered in blood, with a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, he was standing in the crowd.
"Clang."
Throwing down the wooden splinter he was holding tightly in his hand, Monet fell to his knees with a "bang", grateful.
"Master Doflamingo, thank you for your gift."
192 new students?
"Master Doflamingo, thank you for your gift."
"I prefer some practical actions to words of thanks."
Doflamingo approached slowly, his eyes behind the sunglasses were a little blurred.
Monet's situation at the moment reminded him of himself.
Good luck, Monet.
As for Monet, feeling the approaching footsteps, his body trembled uncontrollably.
Not because she was afraid that Doflamingo would be bad for her.
It is an instinctive fear of the strong.
Don't care about the blood on Monet's head at all, Doflamingo caressed and said.
"I'm curious about your past, share it with me."
Only now did Monet confirm that Doflamingo really had no ill intentions towards her.
After thinking for a while, Monet began to talk about what happened to him and his mother.
"We come from the kingdom of Wys near Chambord..."
Doflamingo figured out the cheesy story.
Monet's father was Baron More of the Kingdom of Wess.
Disagreement with other kings and princes, and then simply moved to Chambord.
However, politics is a thing, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.
In this world, it is more serious, if you do not enter, you will die.
So Moore simply reopened.
The so-called aristocratic bottom line allowed Monet and her mother to save their lives.
Just crippled, lingering in Chambord.
Smoothie on the side remained unmoved.
The loser loses everything, this is the law of pirates, my mother has given it to her long ago.
The girl's father is so naive.
"Monet."
Doflamingo squeezed Monet's chin and moved it up.
Monet's eyes were filled with those scarlet sunglasses, he swallowed involuntarily, his throat moved.
She was a little nervous.
"Want revenge?"
This sentence is like the gospel of the angels.
Declaration of the gods.
Monet couldn't help opening his mouth and giving an answer.
"Yes, Lord Doflamingo. I would give anything!"
"everything?"
"everything!"
"Very well, from today on, you are my family, call me BOSS."
Doflamingo stood up.
Jones was also lifted in the air by the silk thread.
"Come with me."
Forget Mom Monet, just moved over and paid attention to Mom's strange behavior.
asked suspiciously.
"Boss, mother?"
Doflamingo snapped his fingers.
Jones' ban was lifted.
After all, wives are natural enemies to yellow hair.
To avoid bad things, he directly covered his mouth.
Jones, who lifted the gag, just patted Monet's head with regret in his eyes.
As a former nobleman, she is not an idiot.
Doflamingo might not be a nice guy.
But how much choice do they have now.
Monet was tired enough supporting their survival.
Feeling these emotions, Doflamingo felt a sense of guilt like never before.
Jones's thoughts were too similar to those of the time before his mother died.
Doflamingo turned his head and said to Monet.
"Don't worry, your mother's leg is just a comminuted fracture, and I will help you heal it."
"Really? Boss!!"
Monet screamed in excitement for an instant.
No matter how mature a person born by the environment is, she is still a little girl after all.
Thinking inwardly, Doflamingo responded with a smile.
"Of course, your mother is also our family."
"That's great, Boss!!"
"But I think what you all need now is a nice hot bath."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Not only Monet, but also Jones became excited now. They haven't had a serious bath for a long time.