Elder brother's garrison

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Seeing Yamato's miserable state, Yixian had no desire to kick him while he was down.

Xiaobai didn't listen to Yixian. She looked at Shenhai Yamato sitting in the corner, surrounded by resentment, and felt a little guilty.

—My brother has always taught Xiaobai that violence is wrong.

Shiro cautiously approached Yamato.

"Yamato-neechan..."

Yamato's shoulders twitched.

"I'm sorry..." Xiaobai apologized.

Yamato remained silent.

"Yamato-neechan's chocolate is delicious," Shiro whispered.

"..." Yamato turned his head and looked at Shiro.

It was impossible to discern the emotions emanating from those large, reddish-purple eyes.

“…Oh.” Yamato replied simply, then pulled his head back in.

"...Where is the former admiral of this naval base?" After a brief silence, Yamato Fukami asked again.

"My brother?" Xiaobai replied, "He's gone."

"Are you Lu Yun's sister?"

"kindness."

"Lu Yun is no longer the admiral?"

"That's it."

"died?"

Shiro gave Yamato a troubled smile.

—Yamato the Deep Sea remained silent.

"Should I go back now?" Xiaobai asked.

Yamato remained silent.

Xiao Bai then followed Yi Xian outside.

The cold sound of the door closing brought loneliness back to Yamato's side.

Suddenly, the only sounds in the room were the humming of the air conditioner and the refrigerator.

Yamato sniffed and stood up.

She glanced at the computer that was on, then swayed and plopped back down on the bed.

Like a dead person, she succumbed to gravity and fell onto the snow-white bed.

"...It hurts so much." Yamato Fukami lay on the bed, rubbing his shoulder and muttering to himself.

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

—Why does it hurt so much?

She grabbed the air conditioner remote and pressed the temperature down a few degrees.

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Xiao Bai and Yi Xian left the prison. After closing the door, Yi Xian returned the key to Xiao Bai.

"Yixian, could you ask the Admiral how he managed to defeat that person?" Yixian asked curiously, seeing that the matter had come to an end.

That's a hospital director! How could a little girl possibly beat him?

Could the admiral be a legendary martial arts prodigy?

"Well..." Xiaobai didn't know where to begin explaining, "In short, due to various coincidences... I can now use strength at the level of Saratoga."

"Wow, that's amazing." Yi Xian's gaze lingered on Xiao Bai's snow-white hair for a moment.

Saratoga's strength is not something an ordinary human can achieve.

That's the strength to hold back a heavy truck running at full speed.

What has this admiral been through?

Yi Xian patted Xiao Bai's head.

She didn't ask further.

Yi Xian wasn't the type to pry into things; if the admiral didn't want to talk about it, Yi Xian would absolutely not say a word.

"It's a good thing, I guess," Yi Xian said with a smile.

As they were talking, the two walked out of the building, the summer sun shining brightly on them.

Yixian bent down, picked up the nearly finished piece of weaving on the tea table, quickly finished it with the steel needle, and then removed it from the steel needle.

It was a white scarf.

Yixian wrapped the scarf around Xiaobai's neck and looked him over a couple of times.

Then she took off the scarf, folded it into a ball, and put it in Xiaobai's hand.

"Is it for me?" Xiaobai asked, holding the scarf in her hands.

"Well, Yixian doesn't have much to do usually, so I weave some small items. I hope the Admiral won't find them too tacky," Yixian said, bowing slightly.

"Thank you!" Xiaobai put the scarf away.

Handmade items, no matter what they are, contain the person's heart and soul, so it's impossible for a novice not to like them.

"Can I wear this for Yixian to see when winter comes?"

"kindness!"

Xiao Bai nodded in response.

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at the same time.

On the deep sea, black mist swirled and seeped from the water, rising into the sky like smoke from a cooking fire.

This is an incredibly oppressive sea area.

It is a disaster area in the deep sea.

It is also a forbidden zone for humans.

This place possesses an incredibly powerful deep-sea resentment, and all the deep sea creatures here are unafraid of death.

Their corpses would turn into nutrients extremely quickly, and within a very short time, they would be transformed into new life by the intense resentment of the deep sea.

This is the home of the deep sea, a place that humanity can never conquer.

Rumble rumble rumble —

The dull thuds echoed constantly across this black sea.

Occasionally, one or two enormous golden mechanical whales can be seen peeking out of the water.

"Wow————"

Just then, a huge white and blue ship's rigging emerged from the sea.

Huge, crystal-like, fortress-like massive ship equipment.

The azure blue cannon barrels and the airfield stretched out recklessly in all directions.

At the center of the ship's equipment is a skull, which looks as if it were alive, with blue flames burning in its dark eyes.

The enormous blue skull opened its mouth, revealing a white-haired girl lying among its fangs.

The girl lay amidst Senrui's fangs, her blood-red tongue gesturing wildly.

Like a princess lying on the edge of a magnificent palace bed.

"————Hehehe."

The girl chuckled softly and opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of deep, shining blue eyes, like the most beautiful works of art in the world.

The girl breathed softly, stretched out her pale hands, and touched her lips.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Her eerie and alluring voice was like the ringing of silver bells.

I'm going home tomorrow, and I won't have time to write while on the train.

—Hey, hey, don't hit me!

I didn't say I wouldn't update.

(Kneeling) Ahem, so tomorrow's update might be a little late, around 8 or 9 pm? Or maybe it'll be updated in the early morning...

that's all.

Chapter 184 Neither of these two deans is easy for me.

The skull, engulfed in azure flames, trembled and extended its broad, blood-red tongue.

Pachina, with its tongue on its tip, held onto the ship's rigging and stretched its legs downwards.

She jumped onto the water.

The moment her delicate jade feet touched the water's surface, it seemed as if some wondrous physical reaction occurred between them, and shards of ice began to form and spread outwards from Pachina's toes.

Pachina walked forward with his hands behind his back.

As she took those few steps on the water, an ice path slowly formed.

A light humming sound flowed from Pachina's throat.

"How interesting~ How interesting~" Pachina said with her mouth open and a smile in her eyes, speaking in human language.

The language of the deep sea is monotonous and uninteresting, consisting of only a few tones, and is nothing like the vivid and concrete language of humans.

When they evolve into Deep Sea Deans, they develop wisdom and intellect. As time goes by, these changes in their brains and minds will become more and more mature.

Yamato is a deep-sea dean who has been in existence for over a century, and she possesses an incredibly mature mind.

Pachina has a Deep Sea Dean with just over ten years of experience, which is not considered old among all Deep Sea Deans.

However, mental maturity does not depend solely on time.

pachina is a Deep Sea Dean who matured relatively quickly under the blessing of Deep Sea resentment.

While the Deep Sea Dean of the same age was still only able to roar and meaninglessly attack the ground, Pachina had already developed intelligence.

She understands strategy, she understands futile efforts, and she understands laziness.

Unlike other deep-sea deans who actively attacked the surface, she retreated to her deep-sea home, constantly strengthening herself and increasing her power amidst endless deep-sea resentment.

For Pachina, premature maturity was the blessing the sea bestowed upon her, preventing her from dying young.

Then, this fusion with the memories of that human girl was an opportunity given to her by the heavens.

—What a sweet and vivid memory those were.

Pachina gained access to Xiaobai's memories, and she lived through Xiaobai's life from an observer's perspective.

Thus, she learned human language and gained human knowledge.

I witnessed a life that was as colorful as a revolving lantern.

Pachina's wisdom and vision are rising rapidly, like a flood that has been released from its dam.

—Look, even pachina can use metaphors now.

Ah, how wonderful.

Humans are such fortunate creatures.

I want more.

I want more, sweeter, more specific memories.