Chapter 387 A familiar figure

Luffy walked forward and knocked gently on the door of the wooden house. His movements were cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. Luffy's fist landed on the door, making a slight "dong dong" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

His eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Ling Tian would hear his call and wake up quickly. Luffy leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for a response from behind the door.

"Lingtian, hurry up! We are back." Luffy shouted loudly. His voice was loud and powerful, as if it could penetrate all obstacles.

Luffy's words were full of eagerness and excitement. He couldn't wait to share the food and joy they brought back with Lingtian.

His voice echoed in the air, breaking the silence around him. However, there was no response from inside the cabin. Luffy scratched his head, a puzzled look on his face.

"This guy, why is he still sleeping?" He muttered. Luffy's tone was filled with a hint of dissatisfaction and helplessness. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed his doubts about Ling Tian's deep sleep.

Although his voice was not loud, it was very clear in the quiet atmosphere. Luffy folded his hands in front of his chest, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the tightly closed door of the wooden house, his heart full of curiosity.

He didn't understand why Ling Tian could still sleep so soundly at this time. Didn't he know that everyone was looking forward to this banquet?

As the eldest brothers, Whitebeard and Roger walked directly to the wooden house without hesitation under the gaze of everyone. Their figures were like two towering mountains, giving people a strong sense of security.

Whitebeard and Roger both had determined expressions on their faces, and their eyes revealed their concern for Ling Tian and their anticipation for the banquet.

They knew that this banquet was of great significance to everyone, and Ling Tian was the key figure in this banquet. They had to wake up Ling Tian to make the banquet go smoothly.

Whitebeard took steady steps, his tall figure exuding a majestic aura. Every step Whitebeard took was firm and powerful, as if announcing his presence to the world.

His steps were steady and rhythmic, like the sound of a war drum, giving people a strong shock. His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was bearing the weight of the world.

His white beard fluttered in the wind like snowflakes, giving people a feeling of holiness and majesty.

Every step he took seemed to make the ground tremble slightly. Whitebeard's footsteps were heavy and powerful, and every time he landed, there was a dull sound.

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the air, making people feel his great power. The ground trembled slightly under his feet, as if surrendering to him.

Whitebeard's figure appeared particularly tall in the sunlight, and his majestic aura made people dare not look directly at him.

Whitebeard's tall body moved, his eyes were firm and calm, as if he was in control of everything. His eyes were like a deep ocean, with endless power in its calmness.

That firm look seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, allowing people to feel his strong inner belief. Whitebeard raised his chin slightly and glanced around, as if announcing his majesty to the world.

Every movement he made was full of power, which made people feel awe. His eyes revealed a calmness and confidence, as if he could handle any situation calmly.

Roger followed closely behind, his figure light and agile, as elusive as a gust of wind. Roger's steps were light and agile, like a cheetah running on the grassland.

He leaned forward slightly, ready to respond to any situation that might arise. His figure flickered in the sunlight like a flash of lightning across the sky.

His movements are elegant and natural, full of rhythm, giving people a unique charm.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, with a hint of unruliness and freedom. Roger's eyes were bright and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

His eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown and a desire to explore. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile.

There is a hint of uninhibitedness and carefreeness in his smile, as if he is a free man without any constraints. His eyes reveal a love for life and a desire for adventure, which makes people involuntarily attracted to him.

The two of them came to the door of the wooden house, gently pushed it open, and walked in. The door slowly opened with a slight "creaking" sound as they pushed it.

The world behind the door is full of mystery and unknown. Their figures disappeared inside the door, as if they had stepped into a whole new world.

On the bed, Ling Tian was sleeping soundly, not noticing anyone coming in. Ling Tian's body was slightly curled up, as innocent as a child.

His breathing was even and steady, with a faint smile on his face, as if he was having a beautiful dream. His hair was a little messy, scattered on the pillow, adding a bit of casualness and unruliness to him.

His hands were tightly holding the quilt, as if he was looking for a sense of security. Ling Tian's sleep was so deep that no sound or movement from the outside world could disturb him.

Looking at Roger's figure, both Garp and Zephyr felt a little familiar. Their eyes were fixed on Roger, full of doubts and memories.

Karp frowned slightly, with a puzzled look in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and tried hard to recall the owner of this figure.

Countless images flashed through Karp's mind, and he tried to find memories related to this figure from these images.

His mind was filled with questions. Why did this figure make him feel so familiar? Who was he? Karp's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his eyes revealed a strong curiosity and desire to explore.

Zefa also showed a puzzled expression, his eyes swept back and forth over Roger's body, trying to find some clues. His eyes were full of thoughts, and he was trying hard to recall the origin of this figure.

Roger hadn't taken off his mask yet, so neither Garp nor Zephyr recognized him. The mysterious mask was like an invisible barrier, hiding Roger's true identity.

The patterns on the mask are exquisite and complex, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Garp and Zephyr's eyes lingered on Roger's mask for a moment, trying to find some clues from it, but in the end they found nothing.

They could only guess Roger's identity based on the vague figure and familiar feeling, but they were still unable to confirm who he was.

They just felt that this figure seemed familiar, but they couldn't be sure who it was. That familiar feeling was like a faint mist, lingering in their hearts.