I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

At this moment, it is necessary to return to the newspaper to sort out the information in a timely manner, and integrate the content of the interview into this issue.

He sighed with regret: "Your Excellency, how I want to stay for dinner with you, but my mission and responsibilities urge me to spread the news of the navy's victory to all parts of the world as quickly as possible. This inspires countless people who are committed to justice!"

Such a lofty idea, such a dedicated journalist, such a kind heart that advocates justice.

If there is no famous sword [Jin Piro] that has been around Morgans's waist for a few seconds and signaled him to "get off", Sakazuki will almost believe it is true.

Watching those who are greedy for life and fear of death flee in a hurry, Sakazuki suddenly broke through and cursed in my heart [such a brazen guy...]

In just an instant, Big Dog realized that he would never be alone tonight and be alone in the same room with Gion.

He wrapped his arms around the curvaceous waist of the big rabbit, turned around and pressed his face lightly against Gion's white and slender neck.

No powder, no artificial perfume, but it has a unique charm.

It looks like an elegant and refreshing lime. The light body fragrance is not strong, but it makes Sakazuki linger.

What makes him intoxicated is the taste of peace of mind.

In an instant, his mind was relaxed, and his tight nerves were relieved.

The tip of his nose was lingering with the unique breath of Gion, the man who was invincible like a ghost on the battlefield, but clingingly like a big dog, guarding everything he wanted to shelter.

There is no fierce murderous intent, and there is no old-fashioned face, only a touch of fatigue and comfort that can't be concealed between the eyebrows.

That is the gentle town that has troubled Sakazuki for many years and has been obsessed with it, and where she is, it is the home called home.

A few hair strands hanging down from Gion's temples, gently slid across the rough cheeks with old scars in Sakazuki.

He clinging to Gion, he could even see those fine hairs being blown by the breath of his own breath.

Sakazuki can totally feel the gradual heaviness of the mature woman's breath that she embraces.

Under the invisible view of Gion, the Sakazuki with his wife’s scented shoulders resting on his neck slightly opened, his eyes widened, and a pair of eyes kept scanning, frantically searching for what could be hijacked on the deck as a shield. Guy.

535. May Qinglong guide you to fish for a whole day by the river (middle)

Finally, the sight of Sakazuki stopped and locked on someone who had just wandered out of the cabin.

A portable recliner was held between the other's arm and waist, which seemed to be placed on the deck to bask in the sun.

"Junior Brother, aren't you helping Mr. Warring States and Teacher Zefa with military affairs?" The dog who was looking for a breakthrough was also a little surprised when he let out a sigh of relief.

Could it be that this lazy sleeping chicken sneaked halfway again?

Ku Zan turned his head when he heard the sound. He was about to embark on a pleasant and relaxing journey of fishing, but he didn't want to meet him and was stuffed with dog food.

Unexpectedly, Sakazuki asked about military affairs. Kuzan frowned and found that the matter was not simple. Every time his brother, the cruel brother, called to himself so kindly and diligently, there must be no good.

He glanced back and forth between Gion and Sakazuki for a moment, and then he suddenly realized.

[Don’t be an eye-obtrusive light bulb... will you be chopped? Absolutely... will definitely be hacked? 】Mumbling about the consequences in his heart, Kuzan, who has always been afraid of trouble, has a plan in his heart.

While maintaining the status quo, he laid out the recliner comfortably, while responding to the previous question of Sakazuki: "Ah la la, please, where did so much military affairs come after a bad battle?"

Unexpectedly, the perplexity on the face of Sakazuki has not diminished but increased.

This high-ranking social animal, who was still constantly being tasked after the war, raised his eyebrows in praise of the library: "Since there are not many things, the Marshal of the Warring States Period also specially arranged you to help him share in military affairs?"

Unexpectedly, before the voice of Sakazuki was finished, I saw Kuzan stunned and said: "Military affairs?? When did playing mahjong become military affairs?"

At the same time as three missing one on the table, Kuzanbi, who was caught playing mahjong in the Warring States Period, was still confused in Sakazuki. He held on to the blue sleep goggles that was about to slide down and buttoned on his eyelids, and barely opened the sleepy dead fish eyes:

"Where did the military affairs come from? Why don't I know?

Brother, listen to my advice, after the war, you should relax and rest to a certain degree, and don't stretch yourself too tight. "

The look of Sakazuki was dull, of course he knew he should relax after the war. Turning one eye to the relaxed way of running out of the waves of subordinates is a post-war practice.

Management is an art, but also a science. To make soldiers follow their own pace, not only must they have strict requirements, moderate spurs, patient guidance... but also understand the hearts of the people.

How long has Great Britain ruled by the quilt king died!?

But at this moment, he only wanted to drag the current marshal, who had pushed the interview work to himself, and then embarked on a grand old life, to make a gesture.

``(Sakazuki),'' who seriously suspects that Kuzan is transmitting false information, can't help but dig his ears:

"Wait...you said they were playing mahjong?"

"Yeah, they were missing one out of three before." The lazy seal yawned with a look of lack of interest.

Big Gouzi stared at Kuzan with a displeased face. The loophole in this guy's words was an insult to his IQ: "Unless you are already off, wouldn't you leave the table now that you are missing another person at the table?"

Vaguely aware that there may be some nuanced Sakazuki in it, and looked up and down at this guy with a face of embarrassment with the eyes of the spy.

"They think I'm too lucky...After a few games, they decided to change to Fujito instead of playing QAQ with me." Recalling that he was unanimously rejected by everyone, Kuzan felt quite aggrieved.

President Sa, who felt very happy, also showed disgust: "Don't be cute when you talk to a big man... It's disgusting. Give you a punch. Believe it or not?"

He gleefully comforted the non-chief enemy in front of him: "It's okay, don't you like to sleep anyway? By the way... take the liberty to ask, what on earth did you do to be kicked off the table by Mr. Sengoku?"

"The dark seven has gotten a match for three games..." Kuzan, who didn't know how much he was, said in a natural tone.

At this moment, Sakazuki really feels that Sengoku and Zefa are really good cultivations, and he has already set the table to beat people.

He picked up Kuzan's back collar, his face turned black, and his eyes were faint: "Are you a dog?"

"Is the word [dog] included in your code name?" Kuzan was not convinced of course, and countered with a bootstrap example.

"Are you sure you didn't cheat? With this luck, why are you doing badly and come to the navy?" The tone of Sakazuki seemed sour, as if someone had fed a lemon into his mouth.

It is reported that in the Golden City run by Nami, there is a lucky fruit ability person who can absorb the luck of others and use it for her own use.

After thinking about it, he always felt that Kuzan should be sucked by the Golden City picker Bacara.

"What kind of system is gambling in the army!" Although Sakazuki roars so righteously, in fact he also knows that sergeants play poker sneakily in their free time, almost no matter where they are in the world. Phenomenon.

As long as they weren't killed during the mission or on duty, the officers would at best scold them a few times and then send dozens of groups of physical training.

Especially after this rare peak war in the world, everyone from the marshal to the ordinary first-class soldiers seemed to slack off.

Therefore, when Sakazuki dragged the house and blocked the door, the Warring States period did not even look at the door.

Looking at the Sengoku uncle, who entered the state of retirement early, Sakazuki knocked the door panel loudly:

"Show me here!"

After many years, Sakazuki once again saw the funny state of the Warring States period.