Eam didn't brag in the Heavenly Dragon Clan's genealogy, and he certainly wasn't bragging!
Everything that was recorded in the family tree by the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Tribe was real!
It was just that Don Quijote Dofranmingo did not expect that the content recorded in the genealogy would happen again, and it happened to him, Heavenly Yaksha.
"Have you thought about it? Little Ming!"
Regardless of whether it was because of their old relationship or because Don Quijote Dofranmingo was the first Seven Martial Seas to be taken care of by him after he left the mountain, Luo Feng decided to give him enough face.
What he wanted was not only for Don Quijote's family to be neat and tidy from now on, but also for Don Quijote Dofranmingo to die decently, peacefully, and without regrets!
"Are you really not going to give me any chance?
State your conditions, I will definitely fulfill them!”
Don Quijote Dofranmingo looked unwilling.
Obviously, he was still unwilling to die.
"If I give you a chance, who will give my grandson and son a chance?
You! A dignified Heavenly Dragon person, or even Seven Martial Seas, who was he acting so bashful for?
No matter what, you are a king that only appears once in a million!
As a king, he had to be dignified when he was alive, and even more so when he died.”
Luo Feng shook his head, completely wiping out Don Quijote Doframingo's last hope.
"Fufufu! I want to see the world's number one draw his sword!”
Don Quijote Dofranmingo revealed a sorrowful smile and opened his hands.
He didn't resist until he died.
Perhaps it was because he knew much more than the crane.
Because of this, he knew better than Crane how hopeless it was to stand before Luo Feng.
"You want to see me draw my sword?"
Luo Feng glanced at Don Quijote Doframingo.
This guy was really daring!
"Ming Bro, Grandpa is giving you face by letting you choose a decent way to die.
That doesn't mean you can take advantage of it!
Why don't you take a look at your own capabilities!
A mere Sea of Seven Martial Arts like you is not worthy of my grandfather drawing his sword!”
Luo Feng hadn't even opened his mouth when Bista jumped out excitedly from the Moby Dick, opening his mouth and roaring at Don Quijote Doframingo.
Although he spoke a little loudly and it was not very pleasant to hear!
Even Don Quijote Dofranmingo couldn't help but feel that Bista's words made sense!
Seriously!
A mere Seven Martial Seas was not worthy of the number one person in the world drawing his sword.
After listening to Bista's curses, he even had the thought of changing his way of dying.
"Alright, my good grandson!
Grandpa knows you're filial!
However, since I have agreed to let Little Ming choose a way to die, I will definitely fulfill his wish.”
In the end, Luo Feng was the one who understood.
After all, Don Quijote Dofranmingo was the descendant of an old friend!
Not to mention that he was still sending Xiaoming to reunite with his two old friends.
If he rejected this request again, it would be a little too unreasonable.
Isn't it just drawing a sword?
So be it!
Although Don Quijote Dofranmingo was more or less unworthy, it was not impossible to pull it out if he endured it and made do with it.
"Thank you!"
Don Quijote Dofranmingo forced a smile.
Even though it was embarrassing to say that, he was about to be killed by Luo Feng, and he still had to thank him.
But for some reason, he couldn't help but thank her.
This made it too late for him to take it back!
"No need!
It's not difficult anyway!"
Luo Feng's lips curled up into an easygoing smile, then he reached into his pocket and started searching.
After searching through every pocket in his body for a while, he finally took out a very small knife that was only the length of a finger from his pants under Don Quijote Dofranmingo's ugly expression.
"You…"
Don Quijote Dofranmingo's eyes widened as he pointed at Luo Feng.
He wanted to say something, but he was too excited to say a complete sentence.
"I'm sorry! Xiaoming.
You have to understand me!
I was a little anxious when I left the mountain this time. I didn't have time to bring all my belongings.
This is the smallest knife I can find.
I don't have any smaller ones on me.
Just make do with it and watch me pull out this saber!”
Luo Feng looked at Don Quijote Dofranmingo's excited expression and thought that he was afraid because the blade was too big!
After all, this was very normal!
A mere Seven Martial Seas was not on the same level as him at all.
Against Little Ming, just a breath was enough.
Now, he was using a knife, and he even got a small knife that was only a little smaller than a fruit knife.
To Little Ming, it was still a little too big.
But there was nothing he could do. He did not expect White Beard to suddenly come to the Sphinx and beg him to come out.
He was a little anxious when he came out of the mountain, so he didn't have time to bring his nail clipper with him.
"I…"
Don Quijote Dofranmingo saw that Luo Feng had completely misunderstood his meaning, and was instantly so angry that his facial features twisted.
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