Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

Praying so, An Lun lay back on the beach chair again.

Just at this time, Bismarck passed by An Lun.

Thinking that Bismarck had only asked him two days ago how to express his true feelings to the person he wanted to get close to, An Lun simply closed the novel, intending to seriously discuss this issue with this girl and be a confidant for a while. ...Uncle Confidant.

"Bismarck!"

An Lun called her name.

But, as if he hadn't heard it, Bismarck never looked back.

"Bismarck?" Thinking that his voice was too soft, An Lun shouted again with a louder voice.

As a result, Bismarck still had no intention of answering him.

"Is there something on your mind?"

An Lun scratched his head in doubt.

This time, he got up directly and walked up to Bismarck: "Bismarck, what are you thinking?"

"Huh?" He raised his head blankly and glanced at An Lun who appeared out of nowhere. The next second, Bismarck suddenly hugged her commander and stuck out his tongue excitedly. He licked his face: "Commander, do you want to play with me today?"

An Lun: "???"

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PS: Going out to watch the game, LPL rushes!

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Chapter 258. The Spiritual Incident of the Guardian Mansion

"Wait a minute, Bismarck!"

Seeing Bismarck who suddenly threw himself down, and was lying on top of him, shaking his butt desperately, An Lun fell into an extraordinarily messy state.

Miss Bismarck, is she sick?

"Commander, what are you talking about?"

Grinning his silver teeth, Bismarck bit the commander's arm, who had been talking to himself since meeting him, with a displeased face.

"hiss--"

With pain, he retracted his arm. Seeing Bismarck, who was behaving abnormally and whose mind seemed to have degenerated to the level of a destroyer, An Lun couldn't help but looked around worriedly.

Fortunately, An Lun soon found someone who could help him—the elegant lady, Miss Hood, was walking towards An Lun.

"Hood, Hood!"

Desperately calling Hood's name, An Lun turned his head dangerously, dodging Bismarck's silver teeth that were obviously coming towards his neck: "Bismarck looks a little bit wrong, can you help me?" Shall we take her to the Kitchen Goddess together?"

"commander……?"

Looking at An Lun who seemed to be playing some game with Bismarck, Hood tilted his head in confusion.

But doubts are doubts, the girl still obediently walked towards An Lun.

"Great…"

Seeing that his helper had arrived, An Lun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just when An Lun thought he was safe, Hood suddenly opened his arms, and with a tone and movement that she would never use normally, he swooped towards An Lun:

"Commander...hug!"

"Eh!?"

By the time An Lun realized it, Hood was already hanging on him like an octopus!

What the hell is going on here! ?

Seeing Hood hanging on his body in disbelief and Bismarck biting his arm again, An Lun suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, in the second after that ominous premonition arose, another girl who looked quite strange appeared on the deck.

The one who caught An Lun's eyes was undoubtedly Frederick the Great.

But what is strange is that today's Frederick the Great not only does not have the slightest maternal breath on his body, but also appears in An Lun's sight with a weird posture on all fours.

"How could it be... Could it be that even the Great Emperor..."

Kraft once said: The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear; the oldest and strongest fear comes from the unknown.

Looking at the girls who behaved strangely, as if their souls had been replaced by someone, even An Lun, who was a human in two lives and had the identity of a time traveler, couldn't help but feel a wave of fear and helplessness.

Soon, Frederick the Great came to the deck and saw An Lun.

An expression of excitement appeared on the delicate face without warning, and after a while, Frederick the Great ran towards An Lun with all fours on the ground.

"Suck yo yo-"

It was a strange sound that no human could possibly make.

After running to An Lun's side, Emperor Frederick stretched out his hands and hugged An Lun's thigh tightly.

The dark golden pupils that were supposed to be full of motherhood, intellectuality, and a little madness were left with simple and pure excitement and longing at this moment.

An Lun, whose head was already a mess, was completely confused by what Frederick the Great said.