Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

PS2: Push a book "Will Become the King of the Blue Shura Field"

Ship B's new book, the search for new wine in old bottles.Everyone can take a look.

After sleeping for three years, Yicheng got up from the cemetery, and the noisy sea breeze rushed towards his face.

I stood on the balcony of the castle and saw the smiling blond royal actor.I smiled and waved, my wife Hood, always so graceful.

The company sent a letter with a drone, and there was not a single sentence related to love between the lines, but I understood the love written all over the letter.

Ron, Dafeng and Akagi jointly invited me to eat cake. I knew that there must be three hatchets behind the door.

I turned them down with a smile, because my head and neck were deeply in love.

The life of the King of the Asura Field in the Azure World is so simple, ordinary and boring.

Chapter 691. Sheffield, return to the team!

"Dafeng, are you free tonight?"

When he heard the commander asking himself this question, Dafeng was stunned.

Resisting the urge in her heart to scream like a pregnant woman giving birth, although Dafeng still resisted the matter of handing over the commander to St. Louis and Honolulu for counseling at the beginning, but now it seems that this EQ Classes are indeed effective.

You see, didn't the commander take the initiative to find himself?

"Commander, Dafeng is on standby for you every night, okay?"

With winking eyes like silk, her fair and slender fingers gently slid across An Lun's chest.Looking at An Lun's increasingly charming cheeks, Dafeng wished he could take a bite right away.

After receiving Dafeng's answer, An Lun was particularly relieved.

"I see. It seems that Dafeng has enough time tonight."

"No matter tonight, tomorrow night, or any other night, as long as the commander needs Taifeng, Dafeng can spare time for you. No matter what the commander asks, Dafeng will agree to you??~"

Obviously, the fat on the pectoralis major is thick enough to isolate any noise.But at this moment, Dafeng clearly felt his powerful heartbeat.

Unfortunately, the throbbing of the girl only lasted for a short while before it was over.

"Any request? Then, tonight, please ask Dafeng to sleep with the big mackerel?!"

"Eh?"

Seeing the commander clasping his palms together and making a pleading gesture, Dafeng's head froze all of a sudden.

Not only can my old lady not be able to sleep with the commander today, but she also has to sleep with that little guy who always runs around with a thick and hard torpedo?

What a joke!

A nameless anger, like someone farting in the elevator, filled Dafeng's head in an instant.

However, just when Dafeng was about to pry open the commander's celestial cover with his own hands to see what was inside, a petite figure suddenly rushed out of nowhere and hugged him. Holding Dafeng's waist, with a small face, he rubbed against Dafeng's belly unscrupulously:

"Dafengfeng~ Let's get along well tonight too?!"

"hiss--"

Taking a deep breath, Dafeng's anger was completely gone in an instant.

Just like Noshiro is afraid of bees because of the memory of the prototype ship, Taiho also has nothing to do with the big mackerel that made his prototype ship leak oil in one shot.

Moreover, I don't know if it's a trick of fate, it can be called an old enemy, but this big mackerel in the guard house also likes to cling to the big phoenix, which is very spiritual.

"Quick, let go of me, big mackerel!"

With trembling legs, Dafeng at this moment is like a Saiyan whose tail has been pinched, unable to exert any strength at all.

"Ahahaha, Dafengfeng, don't hold grudges like this! Although our prototype ship is an enemy, we are now good friends in the same tutelary mansion~"

He didn't intend to let go at all, the big mackerel hung tightly around Dafeng's waist like a belt.

"Sorry, Dafeng!"

Apologetically looking at the girl in front of him, An Lun had no choice but to keep the secret between himself, Noshiro and Agano.

"Tomorrow, I will definitely bring a gift that Dafeng likes to visit you!"

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In the western commercial port of Petra, as a merchant ship slowly docked, a short-haired girl wearing silver high-heeled iron boots and a black and white maid skirt set foot on this land.

After more than a week of sea voyage, Sheffield finally came to Petra.

"For the time being, I haven't smelled the stench unique to the master in the air."

Turning his gaze to the location of the southern naval port, Sheffield pressed his skirt expressionlessly.

For today, Sheffield deliberately let himself return to the vacuum state.Before seeing the commander, there can be no mistakes.

Grasping the handle of the suitcase, Sheffield took a graceful step.

Her goal was clear from the very beginning, she wanted to confirm with her own eyes whether the man entrenched here was the large lump of non-burnable garbage she knew.

But within a few steps, Sheffield stopped her legs.

In sight, a large number of people are scrambling to form a group.