Elder brother's garrison

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“Strange…other…um…”

"Ok?"

"what!"

"correct!"

Xiao Bai clapped his hands gently, and inspiration struck.

Didn't I just learn the runic language from Ella's grandfather?

Rune language is a language that can exert all sorts of amazing effects!

Perhaps the runic language contains the ability to harness the power of the deep sea!

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up.

Just like a highly skilled technician who has just learned a new technique and is eager to put it into practice, or like someone who has just drawn a brand-new SSR character card and is eager to level it up to max level and use it in battle, Xiaobai is also eager to put the power of rune language into practice at this moment.

Since this older sister doesn't like using kissing to dispel the aura of the deep sea, let her be the guinea pig for my runic language!

Anyway, she was asleep, so she didn't know.

Thinking of this, Xiaobai eagerly shifted her gaze from the blonde ship girl's face to her stomach.

"I remember my older sister saying that her deep-sea aura was because she had consumed a deep-sea metal of the Dean's level..."

Xiaobai reached out and touched the blonde ship girl's belly through a thin layer of clothing.

Her waist is slender and shapely, and her skin feels gentle and soft to the touch.

A girl's skin is so soft that even the world's finest silks cannot compare.

"This is it!"

Steamed Egg Custard

Chapter 1449 Right, Right, Right

The deep-sea aura within this blonde ship girl originated from the deep-sea dean metal she mistakenly ingested. Although the deep-sea aura later transformed into an invisible, flowing current that swirled and wreaked havoc within the blonde ship girl's body, it still had a source.

"That piece of Deep Sea Dean metal... it should, probably, possibly, roughly... be around here... I'll look for it." Xiaobai gently lifted the corner of the blonde ship girl's clothes, placed his palm on the blonde ship girl's lower abdomen, and closed his eyes to feel it.

Ok.

The blonde woman's belly felt very elastic, warm, and soft to the touch, with an excellent feel.

Of course, Xiaobai wasn't just touching this spot to feel the texture of the ship girl's belly.

Just as Xiaobai placed his hand on the blonde ship girl's belly, his palm explored the blonde ship girl's belly for a while, and finally he vaguely felt a very faint deep-sea aura, like wisps of smoke, under the blonde ship girl's belly near the root of her thigh.

Xiao Bai opened its eyes.

This should be the location of the Deepsea Dean's metal that was swallowed by the blonde ship girl.

Xiaobai stared at the blonde ship girl's lower abdomen for a while.

This location... could be the blonde ship girl's stomach, or it could be her large intestine, or even near her appendix. Anyway, I haven't read any relevant medical books, I've never seen a human specimen, and I know almost nothing about human organs.

Shiro climbed off the bed from the blonde ship girl's lap.

Xiao Bai plopped down on the floor and then took out a calligraphy brush and rune ink from his ship equipment space. These items were originally kept in Ella's room, but Xiao Bai had a habit of keeping some items in his ship equipment space for emergencies, and they came in handy at this time.

There was a kettle in the hotel room, so grinding ink wasn't difficult for a novice.

Xiao Bai picked up the inkstone, poured in some hot water, and then grabbed the rune-inscribed brush and ink that had been used halfway yesterday, smoothly grinding the ink on the alcove.

A faint scent of ink began to emanate from the inkstone in Xiaobai's hands.

While grinding ink, Xiaobai thoughtfully looked up at the blonde ship girl lying on the bed.

"Although I'm prepared to use runic language to treat this older sister's illness... but which runic language should I use..." Xiaobai muttered to herself while grinding ink, "Speaking of which, I only know some single-character runic languages ​​right now. Which single-character runic languages ​​have the function of dispelling the aura of the deep sea..."

Xiao Bai muttered to himself as he arrived at this point, then took a deep breath and began to ponder deeply.

"Um……"

"Which one should I use..."

-

Iowa walked out of the hotel.

Looking at the endless stream of traffic in front of him, Iowa raised his arm and glanced down at the small women's watch on his wrist.

The time on the clock has reached six in the morning.

Around the time Missouri and the others discovered that she had secretly taken the admiral out.

Thinking of this, Iowa couldn't help but show a slightly apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry." Iowa lowered her arms, put her hands behind her back, and silently stared at the road in front of her for a while. A gentle smile appeared on her lips. "...Let me sneak away this once today. I'll apologize to you properly when we get back."

He finished talking to himself.

Iowa turned around, humming a cheerful tune softly, and strode towards the pedestrian street she had been on before.

"There are still more than ten hours left today. Where should I go with the Admiral and that kid next?"

"Hmm... Time is of the essence, let's give the admiral and the child fifteen minutes of time alone."

Iowa returned to the pedestrian street.

After 6 p.m., the pedestrian street had returned to its bustling state it was yesterday afternoon.

The sparse crowd gradually grew busier as the sun rose higher. Street vendors, seemingly roused by the throng, began to enthusiastically call out their wares to the surroundings.

The vendors on both sides of the street were shouting and yelling, their faces red and necks bulging, as if they were afraid that their competitors would steal their business.

"Char siu bao—freshly baked char siu bao—"

"Pork chop sandwich, honest and reliable—"

"Wife cake—no wife, no money!"

"Grilled gluten, fragrant and spicy grilled gluten—"

……

Iowa strolled leisurely along both sides of the street with a bit of interest, looking for the fried dough stick stall that his admiral had just mentioned, while watching the energetic humans in front of him.

Pedestrians hurried past, and no one paid any attention to Iowa.

The masses are rather forgetful creatures.

Even though Iowa had just performed a heroic act on this pedestrian street, and was being filmed and discussed by the surrounding pedestrians and vendors as if she were a female knight-errant, in just over ten minutes, with the flow of people coming and going on the long street, no one on this pedestrian street remembered Iowa anymore.

Even those who did turn their gaze toward her were merely passersby who had caught a glimpse of Iowa's face and were simply amazed by her stunning appearance.

This development is not surprising, and Iowa doesn't actually dislike the fact that no one is paying attention to his development.

Without pedestrians crowding around, Iowa could more comfortably enjoy the festive atmosphere around her.

As I was walking...

Iowa suddenly frowned, stopped walking, and turned her head without changing her expression to look at a secluded alley behind her.

A short figure disappeared into the alleyway like a ghost the moment Iahua turned around.

The figure shrank so quickly that even Iowa couldn't make out its face.

"..." Iowa stared at the alley quietly for a while, then turned her head back thoughtfully, her expression unchanged.

Iowa continued walking down the street.

"Steamed buns, pancakes, fried dough sticks, and soy milk—big, long, and thick fried dough sticks and soy milk—"

Finally, with a shout that seemed to imply that complaining meant losing, Iowa found a stall selling fried dough sticks.

Compared to the two ridiculously expensive candied hawthorns he ate that morning, the prices at this breakfast stall, while still above average, were much more reasonable. Iowa bought breakfast for three people, carefully packed it up, and left the pedestrian street.

After leaving the pedestrian street, Iowa glanced down at the time on her watch. She looked up and thought about it carefully for a while, then smiled slightly. Instead of continuing to walk on the street, she turned and walked into a nearby alleyway with tall buildings.

The alleyways of the high-rise buildings are not like the streets outside. They are not only narrow and dark, but also maze-like and interconnected. Iohua carried breakfast for three people and walked a distance in the alley. Soon, with a series of footsteps that seemed to have been waiting for a long time, figures holding sticks, iron pipes and crowbars and other tools suddenly appeared in front of the alley. In the blink of an eye, they piled up several layers and completely blocked Iohua's way.

Iowa stopped and looked back.

Sure enough, just as the road ahead was completely blocked, the road behind Iowa was also blocked by layer upon layer of figures.

The figures blocking Iowa's way were all men with unfriendly expressions, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin. They stared at the lone Iowa while occasionally tapping the wall lightly with their crowbars, making a series of clanging sounds.

Iowa looked at the figure in front of him and listened to the clanging sounds coming from behind him, but his face still had a faint smile on it, without any change.

"That's quite a generous gesture," Iowa said with a smile to the people in front of her. "How is your boss's throat injury?"

No one answered Iowa's question.

After Iowa finished his symbolic greeting, he was met with a sudden surge of people from both sides.

Armed with steel bars and crowbars, the thugs swore and cursed as they charged towards Iowa in the middle of the alley, swinging their weapons at Iowa's head.

Boom!

clang!

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Then came the sounds of intense fighting, like a large-scale melee, with the piercing and bright clash of metal, the groans of flesh being struck, the sounds of fists hitting flesh, bones breaking, metal scraping, twisting and deforming, and cries of fear and pleas for mercy.

A few minutes later.

In the alleyway at the entrance of the hutong.

The steel pipe was broken, the crowbar was bent, and wooden fragments were scattered all over the ground.

The man fell to the ground, clutching his arm or knee, groaning in pain.

Iahua, who was holding a fried dough stick and soy milk in her hand, firmly grabbed the collar of a man whose face was bruised and swollen from being beaten, and was about to raise her hand to strike him hard, suddenly glanced at the watch on her wrist.

Upon seeing the time on his watch, Iowa suddenly paused in surprise.

"Sorry, fifteen minutes are almost up. Happy times always seem to fly by."

Iowa released his grip, and the man, whose head had been beaten into a pig's head, fell to the ground with a thud, lying there trembling and too afraid to move.

Iowa took a few small breaths, took out a mirror to look at her delicate and flawless face, tidied her long hair which was a little messy from the strenuous exercise, examined herself carefully for a while, and after confirming that she was perfect, she put away the mirror and simply patted the dust off her clothes and breakfast bag.

After doing all this, Iowa then looked around at his surroundings.

On the ground of the alley, the men lay sprawled out, none of them daring to look up at Yi Ahua even once.

"This is quite an interesting interaction. It's a good warm-up before a date with the Admiral. Although I don't know what you gentlemen are thinking, I'm still grateful that you're willing to interact with me and kill these boring fifteen minutes." Iowa squatted down in front of a man with minor injuries and smiled at him. "However... I don't mind interacting with you, but please remember, no matter what, please don't appear in front of the girl next to me."

At this point, Iowa revealed a rather gentle and bright smile.

"Otherwise... I might actually kill you all~ Just kidding."

Iowa stuck out his tongue and said in a joking tone.

At the same moment, the men beside her also felt a chill run down their spines, instinctively shivered, and even their cries of pain fell silent for a few seconds.

"That's all I wanted to say. It's time for me to go back. Excuse me, bye~"

Iowa stood up and slowly walked out of the alley, stepping through the gaps between the men.

I just walked out of the alleyway full of men.

Iowa soon felt another gaze fixed on him.

Iowa turned her head and looked towards the alleyway behind her.

On one side of the alley exit, a maid dressed in black with a bandage on her forehead stood quietly, watching Iowa.

"Oh my..." Iowa looked at the maid in black with some surprise, "Is that Connor?"

“…Hello.” Maid Connor was silent for a moment, then nodded to Iowa.

"Excuse me, Connor, what brings you here?" Iowa looked at Connor's face with great interest.

“Protect the safety of our guests,” Connor said expressionlessly, pointing to the alley entrance, “and prevent any future problems.”

“I see.” Iowa nodded knowingly and smiled at Connor. “Then, Connor, I’m leaving those people in the alley to you… and if possible, I hope you won’t harm them.”

“…Why?” Connor tilted his head.

“Perhaps the admiral doesn’t like it this way,” Iowa said to Connor with a smile.