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Chapter 121 Extra: Donut Dream.

He knew who the kid was who broke into his rice cake house. He's a little bastard, no, he's a little devil who always loves to tug at his heartstrings.

Katakuri put down the donut and held the person covered in rice cake crumbs in his hand.

"You broke into the rice cake house and disturbed my happy afternoon tea time. You also saw me eating. I can't let you go so easily."

"Don't come over! No! Oh, let me down!"

Katakuri stared at the little kid who was screaming in his hand. It must be a dream, right? That's why I saw a familiar scene and saw her again.

"Hey, do you want to be my guest at Mom's tea party?"

"Okay? That would be a big help. My name is Liz."

It’s a cute smile, but it’s not sincere. Speaking of which, she has never smiled sincerely at herself. The kid who talks nonsense is indeed a little devil. They were obviously members of the Straw Hats, and they were fighting to save their friends. Since you are going to use him, you should at least give him a sincere smile, you stingy guy.

Katakuri shook the person in his hand and thought while grinding his molar teeth. But even though he should be angry, he was still happy. Because it was a dream, he did not need to consider his responsibilities as a minister of all nations, and he could do whatever he wanted.

The glances in Boli Fen Town were as gossipy as ever, but they were better than the sympathetic glances as if he had been abandoned after the brat left. Even though those sights were so gossipy that they made him irritated, they were inexplicably missed.

"I prefer to come down and walk by myself." The person in the arm poked Katakuri's arm holding her, pouting with a super unhappy expression, "They are all watching, making me look like a cripple. "

"This is my jurisdiction. It doesn't matter what anyone says." Katakuri lowered his head and glanced at the kid in his arms. "Hot ramen is not allowed, but I don't mind the chocolate cake. Do you want to eat it? There's one right in front of you. .”

"Life without hot ramen..." The kid muttered something dissatisfied, as if he had suffered a big loss, "Chocolate cake is chocolate cake, it's better than donuts."

"I really don't understand you, what's wrong with donuts." Katakuri said semi-accusing words, but couldn't help but smile in his eyes, "And you obviously like chocolate cake too, right? "

It would be really wonderful to indulge myself, skip the patrol, and enjoy afternoon tea at the rice cake house with the kid and her favorite chocolate cake, although it is all a dream. But as long as that kid is looking at him eating donuts with bright eyes, what does it matter if it's a dream?

"Liz, does the sight of me eating a donut really interest you that much?"

"Yes! Because it's very cute. I like it very much!" The kid took a bite of the chocolate cake and grinned at Katakuri, "I want to be a doll!"

"I have made a doll for you." Katakuri raised his face and looked at her without blinking. "If it were you, I wouldn't mind being seen eating every day."

"Eh? What?"

"...No, it's nothing." Katakuri sighed, what on earth was he expecting? After all, it was just in a dream, so what response could she give him?

"Katakuri, I want black tea."

"Come here and do it yourself." It was obviously his own dream, why could this kid still control him so willfully? Now he is the one who has the initiative.

"Stingy... the teapot is right at your hand, so why don't you pour it for me?"

Watching her slowly sit down next to him, pouring a cup of black tea and drinking it, and watching her keep stuffing desserts into her mouth like a small animal. It wasn't until she showed sleepiness that the hunter Katakuri took him The prey was lifted onto the chest.

"My chest is at least softer than the floor. If you're sleepy, just sleep like this."

"Then I'm welcome."

Katakuri smiled half-heartedly, looking at the person lying on his chest, taking his big hand and covering him like a blanket, which was quite rude.

"Hehe, looking at it this way, Katakuri looks like a kangaroo mother."

"..." So how does he look like a kangaroo mother? Who wants to be her kangaroo mother? He just wants to be her...forget it, a kangaroo mother will be a kangaroo mother.

Katakuri nervously turned his gaze to the ceiling and sighed for the first time in this dream. The kid on the chest was restless even like this, squirming and crawling forward, using his chin as a support with his arms.

"Liz, you're still as good as ever at pushing the envelope." The words were not polite at all, but Katakuri's palm honestly chased the kid's body and pressed on her back again.

"What does it matter?" She said with a proud look on her face, and even reached out to touch the scar on Katakuri's mouth. "Like ramen."

"Don't you think it's ugly and scary?"

"How come? It's so cute."

To hear her say such touching words in a dream, maybe in my heart, she is not a little devil, but an angel. Such a brat, no one is around anymore, and his heartbeat is hopelessly accelerated.

Katakuri opened his mouth wide at her with teasing intentions, as if he was going to swallow the person in the next second, but the other person laughed so hard on his chin.

"..." That's right, this kid's brain circuit has always made him feel incredible. It's really a headache. Such a dazzling smile, even if it is fake, but - "Liz, don't smile at me like that, I will really eat you."

"I can't help it, because Katakuri looks so cute every time he opens his mouth!"

Then he can be forgiven for being a little out of line. It was his dream anyway. Katakuri nodded and kissed the head of the guy who was swaying with laughter. He was satisfied, but empty.

"I hate this kind of dream...but next time, let me dream about you, Liz."