Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

To be honest, my sister's efforts this time have completely exceeded Fusang's expectations.

Of course, the result of hard work is naturally good.

Although I fell down several times, the current mountain city can already dance a complete Kagura intermittently.

"Sister, I'm fine."

Faced with Fusang's concern, Yamashiro shook his head firmly.

It's just a skin scratch on her knee. For the ship girl whose physique is much stronger than ordinary people, this is just a small injury that can be cured in half a day.

Compared with being able to dance a Kagura in a complete manner at the festival, His Highness will give himself a reward.This small wound was as insignificant as the crumbs that fell from the corner of his mouth while eating toast.

"Shancheng, in the morning, let's stop here."

Putting the medicine back into the medical box, seeing her younger sister still wanting to get up and practice, Fusang stood up first and pressed Yamashiro's shoulder.

"Sister, don't worry. This little injury is fine."

"This is not acceptable. You must know that many major physical problems are caused by ignoring such small wounds."

Fusang's attitude was very resolute, and at the same time as she said this, an indescribable aura rose from her body.

Like a desperate man whose little secret on the hard drive was suddenly revealed to the public, Shancheng trembled slightly.

For her who grew up with Fusang since she was a child, although her elder sister is an elder sister, she is also a mother sometimes.

Facing the serious sister, Shancheng has no room to resist.

"Sister, sister looks so good..."

"Huh—?" A long and menacing voice came out of his mouth. At this moment, Fusang half-closed his eyes and showed an extremely kind smile.

"I mean, my sister looks so cute!!!" The prodigal son turned his back on the money, and before the big mistake was made, Shancheng finally reined in at the critical moment, and changed his tone before the catastrophe.

"I said, there is Fusang in the mountain city, what are you doing?"

Not far away, An Lun's voice came.

After losing this gift, Shancheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In her memory, her sister had never taught herself in front of the commander—although every time she went back to the dormitory, her ass still hadn't escaped those catastrophes.

The flowers that should bloom should still bloom.

But at least for now, he is safe.

"Your Highness, it's earlier than expected." Putting away his kind eyes, Fusang completed the transformation from prajna to angel in just an instant.

Taking the vegetable basket from An Lun's hand, Fusang said softly, "I thought, Your Highness, you would chat with Tennessee for a while."

"Eh? How does Fusang know..."

"I said it~" Raising his hand obediently, Guanghui showed a rare naughty expression: "When the commander was chatting with Tennessee, I was also using the spiritual network to discuss the topic of girls with Fusang ~"

"Girls' topic..."

Very understandingly, An Lun did not continue to ask questions.

Since Guanghui deliberately told himself that it was a girl's topic, he made it clear that it was a little secret that he didn't want him to know.

"By the way, Fusang, I seem to have heard you talking about your injuries from a distance just now. What happened to Shancheng?"

Since Guanghui and Fusang had a little secret that they didn't want to let themselves know, An Lun simply asked about something that had been on his mind since just now.And his eyes were locked on Fusang's medical box that hadn't been put away yet.

"Yeah. Shancheng accidentally broke his knee during practice."

"Did you break your knee?" whispering, An Lun quickly came to Shan Cheng who was sitting in front of the steps of the main hall.

Kneeling down, he didn't say any more nonsense, looking at Shancheng's wound, An Lun couldn't help but reached out and pinched Shancheng's little face: "Did you be naughty again just now?"

"That's not true! Shancheng listens to my sister the most!" She shook her head like a rattle, until she found that Fusang behind An Lun still had a pleasant expression on her face, the big girl relaxed a little: "And , Your Highness, this little injury is really nothing."

"This is not a minor injury. Shancheng, listen carefully, knees are the soul of every strong person. Those who have no knee injuries are not necessarily strong, but those who are strong must have no knee injuries."

"Eh? Knees, are they so important?"

"Of course, it is said that a long time ago, an adventurer who could have slayed a dragon lost all his strength because of an arrow in his knee. In the end, he could only be reduced to an ordinary guard."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"So, you must take good care of your knees, you know?"

Looking at Shancheng who was shocked by his nonsense, this time, An Lun simply held Shancheng's left leg, and gently blew on her wound.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Feeling the heat from An Lun's palm, Shan Cheng's pretty face, like the clouds in the evening, suddenly turned crimson.

"When I was young, I was playful. When I broke my knee, the dean's mother-in-law would blow my wound like this."

Recalling the beauty of the past, An Lun inadvertently showed a child-like satisfied smile.

"How is it, does it not hurt anymore?"

"Um……"

The dean's mother-in-law gave An Lun, who was an orphan, many touching moments.But now, even though she was in another world, those little touches never disappeared.

At this moment, An Lun is trying to pass on this touch to people who are truly worthy of his love.