Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

The two sisters look at me and I look at you, whether it is Fusang or Shancheng, the faces of both of them are full of deep doubts.

They really couldn't imagine that the commander and Shiranui's trip to the superstructure of the beautiful boat would have anything to do with them.

"Hey, I can't guess~"

Taking a step forward, he embraced the willow waists of Fusang and Shanshiro from left to right, An Lun looked up at the open-air area on the uppermost deck of the beautiful boat: "Shiranui and I just went to confirm the location of our tutelary shrine. ~!"

"Eh?"

Covering his mouth in disbelief, Fusang's eyes suddenly entered a misty state at this moment.

As a witch, but also as An Lun's marriage ship.

Hearing the news that His Highness is going to build a shrine, Fusang can hold back his tears, it is already a very remarkable thing.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm so happy...some...can't control my emotions..." Biting her lip, she kept fanning her eyes that seemed to be shedding tears at any time.

Fusang kept walking beside An Lun. Although it was inappropriate to say that... But An Lun really felt that the current Fusang looked like a mother hen who was looking for a suitable place to lay her eggs.

"Okay, cry if you want, I won't laugh at Fusang."

Taking Fusang's smooth baby-like palm, An Lun gently pulled the girl into his arms.

"Hoo... Your Highness..." The moment Fusang buried his head in An Lun's chest, the tears that Fusang could no longer hold back completely wet An Lun's lapel: "Sorry, Your Highness... it will be fine in a while, really, It will be fine in a while... woo..."

"It's... the first time I've seen my sister like this."

Shancheng on the side hesitated for a while, but in the end, he took a few steps forward and gently rubbed Fusang's back: "Sister, if you cry again, you will turn into a little cat~"

"I'm sorry... because, I'm so happy."

Rubbing the red eyes with the back of his hand, he took a deep breath through his nose.

Under Shancheng's appeasement, it took a while for Fusang to calm down again.

"Thank you, Shancheng."

Looking at the younger sister who was getting more and more sensible in relief, Fusang hugged An Lun tightly again.

But this time, the beautiful girl did not continue to cry.

It is a joy to establish a shrine in the tutelary palace.If you continue to cry, it will really embarrass His Highness.

After sipping heavily on An Lun's cheek, the flushed Fusang immediately buried his head deeply in An Lun's chest like an ostrich caught in a sandstorm: "Thank you, Your Highness..."

"Also, Fusang is really very happy to be His Highness's wife..."

"I should be the one who should say happiness. Fusang is such a considerate and lovely wife. If I tell the truth, the teeth of other commanders will definitely fall out~"

Touching the place where Fusang kissed on his face, An Lun also squinted his eyes slightly, and reached out to touch Fusang's lovely furry ears.

"Even if Your Highness said so, Fusang still feels that it is Fusang's greatest luck to meet His Highness in this life."

The ears trembled slightly, and the tail behind Fusang followed the master's will, and carefully rubbed the back of An Lun's hand around her waist.

"Shancheng and I have been haunted by unfortunate curses since we came into the world. However, since we met His Highness, the curse seems to have quietly left. Your Highness, Fusang can assert that you are me and Shancheng, the destined nobleman... is the one who exorcised evil spirits for us, Mr. Lucky Star~"

"It's too exaggerated, nobleman or something."

The hand around Fusang's waist grabbed Fusang's soft tail that was constantly wagging with a light grab.

An Lun only felt that Fusang's whole body trembled slightly, and then, she lay on his chest like mud, panting with some unbearable roughness.

So the tail is so sensitive! ?

Quickly let go of Fusang's tail, An Lun shook his head vigorously, and after driving away the evil thoughts in his mind, he continued: "Anyway, Fusang and the mountain city, let's go to my wife and the emperor first. Now that we have decided to enshrine the god named Ksusu, we should first customize its statue. Therefore, we must first go to my wife and the emperor who have seen the god, and draw the basic appearance of the god. !"

PS: After thinking about it, I decided to post it first.Get up as early as possible tomorrow, and code a chapter from noon to afternoon.

PS2: Brothers, don’t forget to vote for your recommendation~ It’s late, I’ll go to bed first, see you tomorrow~

Chapter 250.← I'm not cursing!

When An Lun and his party found Frederick the Great, the girl was playing the fourth movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, known as "Ode to Joy" in the practice room of the beautiful boat.

This symphony is the highest masterpiece of Beethoven's career composed with the enthusiasm of his life, and it is also a classic piece in the history of human symphony.The whole movement is magnificent and majestic, extolling the greatness and passion of life.

From a certain point of view, "Ode to Joy" can be called a hymn to life.It is also one of the pieces that Frederick the Great wanted to play with An Lun.

clap clap-

He couldn't help applauding this beautiful piece of music played by Frederick the Great. Although An Lun's musical ability is just like that, even so, he still heard that when Frederick the Great played this piece of music. Infused enthusiasm.

"My lord, that's great!"

"Thanks for the compliment, Commander, good afternoon."

The slender and slender fingers left the piano keys that had just danced. Looking at the hands of Frederick the Great, An Lun couldn't help but think of this sentence: the wrists are white, the skin is red, and the strings of the piano are pointed and slanted.

New obsession, Get! ! ! !

"How about it, Commander, do you want to try playing the piano?"

He got up and pressed An Lun on the piano chair. Frederick the Great pressed his back, and covered the back of An Lun's hand with his white and rosy fingers: "I can teach you hand in hand. Oh?"

"Well--"

The beautiful touch from the back, coupled with the itchy skin on the back of the hand - at this moment, An Lun is like a child who has returned to his infancy. There was a smack on her chest.

"Cough cough..."