Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

Looking at An Lun's appearance that he might fall at any time, although Fusang didn't want to disturb his Highness's elegant mood, but there are more important things to do now, so Fusang had to cough dryly, and An Lun was full of maternal feelings from there. Called back from a heaven of caring.

"Ahaha... As for the piano, I will come and learn from the emperor when I have free time in the future."

After receiving Fusang's hint, An Lun hurriedly closed the lid of the piano.

Getting up and going to the sofa next to the piano room, An Lun patted the empty seat beside him, motioning for the girls to come and sit down.

"Commander, do you need me for anything today?" Although it was a pity that he couldn't personally guide that lovely child to play the piano, Emperor Frederick sat down beside An Lun obediently, supported his head, and let him Pillowing on his lap: "As long as it is the commander's request, no matter what, I will do it for you?"

"Well, actually we want to ask about the appearance of the Great Emperor, Lord Kesusu."

Seeing the great emperor who naturally put on an intimate look with An Lun, Fusang did not admit defeat, lifted An Lun's horizontal legs, placed them on his own thighs, and signaled Shan Cheng to come to his side Lean on.

Now An Lun rests his head on the emperor's knee pillow, his body leans against the sofa, and his thigh and calf rest on Fusang's and Shancheng's legs respectively.

At this time, if the emperor stuffed a grape into his mouth, it would be the image of King Zhou who was full of wine and meat.

"Is it the appearance of a god?"

Gently massaging An Lun's neck, Frederick the Great cast a curious look at the Fusang sisters with interest.

"Well, because His Highness wants to build a shrine, so we want to enshrine the god who saved His Highness."

"It turns out that it is necessary to create a statue, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, let's call my wife here too." Massaging An Lun's chin from the neck all the way, Frederick the Great said with a wry smile: "Although I have absolute confidence in music theory, when it comes to painting, I really still have to do it." My wife is out."

"So~" Looking down at An Lun, who was intoxicated by the massage, Emperor Frederick gently poked his cheek with his finger: "Please, Commander, use telepathic communication to call my wife."

"Okay... Great Emperor!"

The word Ma Ma almost blurted out, An Lun quickly closed his mouth, and used his spiritual network to contact my wife who was discussing the English and Japanese tea ceremony with Belfast.

After a while, my wife, who was wearing a white sweater and black silk hot pants, came to the piano room.

Looking at the commander lying on the laps of the sisters on the sofa, my wife first exclaimed, then took a step forward, and asked with a light smile:

"Commander, did you call my wife here specifically to let me massage your abdomen?"

"No, no!"

Apologetically looking at the girls who lent their thighs to him, An Lun straightened up and sat back on the sofa:

"Because Akashi and Shiranui are back, I plan to build the shrine as well. The god I enshrine is the god Ksusu who gave me a second life, so I want to ask my wife to help the god's Draw the appearance first, and then invite people to build the statue."

"shrine!"

Should I say that she is indeed the girl of Sakura... As soon as she heard the word "shrine", my wife's expression became expectant.

But soon, that expectation turned into a little entanglement again.

Recalling what I and Frederick the Great had done to that god, my wife's delicate and pretty face immediately turned a faint blush.

It was a sin, a sin, to have mistook the god who gave the Commander a new life for a polluting beast back then...

'My merciful god, please forgive my wife for the disrespectful behavior she committed to you...From now on, my wife will worship you wholeheartedly! '

After silently praying to the god who was kind enough to help after being beaten, my wife opened her eyes and brought a watercolor and an easel from the study.

"Commander, please wait a moment. My wife will definitely try her best to restore the noble figure and appearance of the god." After setting up the easel, my wife also specially asked Emperor Frederick: "My lord, if I can't find the details If you make a mistake, please correct me."

"Um……"

Nodding slightly, Frederick the Great had an embarrassed yet polite smile on his face.

Although the faith is not as pious as the girls of Shiou Sakura, but the other party is also a good god who resurrected the commander. At this moment, the only thing Frederick the Great can do is to help my wife as much as possible and restore his appearance.

at the same time.

Kesusu, who was taking a sea bath at the foot of Pluto's volcano and holding a glass of lava drink in his hand, shivered violently.

As an indescribable terror, the oldest god feared by the world, today's Kesusu suddenly felt another indescribable horror, and suddenly attacked its body.

"Damn, why do you feel itchy all over your body, do you have prickly heat?"

PS: Finally one day is a little earlier...

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Chapter 251. The Bad-hearted Big Senbei

In order to open a canteen and build a shrine, Allen went to the Governor's Mansion and asked Abi to help him find the best construction team in Bismarck.

It is worth mentioning that after learning that the two members of the Miaomiao caravan were also An Lun's lost ship girls, Abby showed a calmness far exceeding An Lun's expectations.

Originally, I thought this guy would shut himself up for a while after knowing the truth, but now it seems that the adaptability of African chiefs is much stronger than An Lun imagined.

But think about it, if the adaptability is not strong, I am afraid that the African chiefs in this world will have been wiped out by the Europeans long ago.

Of course, An Lun didn't know that everything he saw was the expression of a chief who was suppressing the jealousy and lemons in his heart and suppressing the surging blood.

No, just as An Lun stepped out of the governor's mansion, Abi cried in the office while biting the handkerchief Helena woven for him.

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