At night, Skyler had a broken sword inserted on his left shoulder and walked towards the camp with a staggering staggeringly. What was strange was that there was no sound in the camp.

Florence and other medical soldiers were not as usual, and they rushed over to treat Skyler's wounds, only a man with long hair and beardless sitting by a bonfire.

As for the others, they were all lying on the ground and whispering. The sun had just set. Moreover, their chief Skyler had just experienced a battle that took a whole day. It was impossible for them to be so enraged that they fell asleep at this time.

"You made them all faint?"

Skyler walked to the bonfire, fell down, and said to Rayleigh who was roasting meat. Rayleigh nodded and said, "They are so disobedient, they have to go forward. By the way, what's the result?"

Rayley had actually witnessed the battle in the audience with his experience and feelings, but he wanted Skyler to speak out.

Hearing this, Skyler smiled out loud, and the wound that had just scabbed on his lips was slightly torn, but she ignored it and said with confidence: "I won!"

As he said that, he pointed to the broken sword on his left shoulder and said proudly: "I cut off his sword."

Rayley shook his head and said, "So you just let the broken sword stay in your body? Show off?"

"No...it's mainly because I cut off my axillary artery. I don't have the strength to guarantee that I won't bleed heavily after pulling it out."

He clearly said something about his life, but Skyler's tone seemed to be talking about some trivial matters. Rayley was also used to Skyler's attitude.

He handed a piece of roasted barbecue to Skyler and said, "Eat something first. If you brag, you must be alive before someone can believe it."

Skyler blushed, she did exaggerate a little bit of her combat results.

Forsa, his sword was indeed cut off by Skyler, but Skyler was far from being a victory. After all, the duel of insight, one side was cut off by the sword, and it was indeed defeated.

But the battle is not, and looking at the overall situation of the battle, Skyler can only say that it caused great trouble to Fossa.

When Fosa returned to the Mobidick on a small boat, he enveloped himself in the shadow of the moonlight and the big ship, and was reluctant to get on the boat for a long time. Marco walked to the fence, frowned and shouted:

"Fosa! Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"Ah? This...no, Brother Marco, I'm fine, I'm just...Damn, don't come down!!!"

As Fosa said, he saw Marco jumping directly from the fence, his hands turned into wings of the burning flames of the immortal bird, illuminating the radius of a hundred meters.

Marco, who was landing on the boat, looked at Fossa for a long time and the captains gathered in the fence also became silent. After a while...

"Hahaha~ I'm so laughing!"

Bista hit the fence, then arched his waist and began to laugh wildly, and even crystal tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. The same was true for other captains. The hilarious hilarious sounds made Fossa's face look increasingly ugly.

As the "intimate sister" in the white group, Marco's face kept twitching when he looked at Fosa, but he forced himself to laugh. After Fosa accumulated a lot of anger, he suddenly fell down like a deflated ball.

At this time, Fosa was covered in blood, which was nothing. After all, the battle was over. Yizang returned with blood last week. And judging from his appearance, both of them were not seriously injured.

What really made the captains laugh endlessly was the broken sword on the boat board and...Fosa's hairstyle.

When I set off in the morning, Fossa's hairstyle was 3/4 medium-length hair. Except for the hairline on the forehead and the top of the head, the other hair was still lush.

But now... the hair on Fosa's right has been cut off, not only the hair, but also the scalp seems to have been cut off, leaving only the left and back of the head with lush hair.

The hair on the top and right side... disappeared completely without a trace.

Marco endured his smile for a long time before saying, "Fosa, I'll treat you, maybe... can it grow?"

Fosa lowered her head. Although she began to nod after hearing Marco's words, her head was always hanging down and she dared not lift it up.

Marco sighed and reached out and placed his hand on the wound on the right side of Fosa's head. Marco did not think it was dirty, and Fosa did not scream in pain. As Marco's immortal bird's ability was activated, the wound began to heal gradually.

Finally, the wound was completely healed, and the "intimate sister" Marco also cared about helping Fosa remove the blood scab. However, looking at Fosa Hiji's gaze, Marco closed his eyes in pain.

The newly grown skin is firm, fine and smooth, and is a bit out of place with other Fossa skins, but the most important thing is... no hair follicles!

The hopeful light in Fosa's eyes gradually faded, and finally, he said powerlessly and desperately: "Thank you, Brother Marco, Brother Bista, can you stop laughing? Please help me get my hair..."

Bista clenched his fists, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Okay, what hairstyle do you want?"

Fosa's desperate and vibrato voice came out: "Look at me...what other hairstyle is suitable for me?"

"Bald."

The sea breeze is very cold tonight, and the cold Fossa does not have the slightest sense of security. She stands alone on the fence, with cigars one after another, and with the other hand, she stays on her new hairstyle and is reluctant to let go.

What made Fossa even more melancholy was the newsbird the next morning. Looking at the two photos on the column, one of which was Skyler cutting off the sword that pierced her shoulder, and the other of which was Skyler cutting off her hair.

"Who is that?!"

Suddenly, a very familiar voice of Fosa sounded. He looked back and found a sleepy white beard looking at him with a puzzled look.

"Dad! It's me! Fossa!"

Hearing Fossa's words, Whitebeard subconsciously shook his head and said, "Fassa went to teach Skyler a lesson yesterday."

As soon as these words were spoken, laughter broke out on the Mobidick, which was noisier than the waves. The laughter also woke Whitebeard up completely, carefully identified Fossa, and said:

"When did you go to change your hairstyle? Are you lazy? Didn't perform my dad's mission?!"

"No, no!"

When Marco saw Fossa's aggrieved expression, he hurriedly explained to him. Then he turned to the column to the newspaper that the newsbird had just arrived, and handed it to the Whitebeard.

Whitebeard glanced at him and suddenly realized. Then he looked at Fosa and found that his face was full of grievance. He felt a little reluctant. After all, this was his own child.

Thinking of this, Whitebeard said, "Fosa, you are actually...it's pretty good-looking."

Whitebeard really didn't know how to comfort Fossa. Seeing that Fossa's mood did not improve at all, he pulled over a large wine barrel next to him and sat on it.

Then, Whitebeard took off his captain's captain's hat, looked at Bista, who was still checking the ends of his hair, and shouted: "Son of a fool! Come here and take care of your dad's bald head!"

"Ah?! This?! Dad! Think twice!"

Bista was a little surprised. When Fosa heard this, he ran over and hugged the white beard and said, "Dad, you don't need to do this. I'm not sad, I'm not sad!"

Whitebeard pushed Fossa away and shouted to Bista: "Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up!"
Chapter completed!