Elder brother's garrison

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"Goodbye..." Xiaobai raised her hand, wanting to say goodbye, but Andrea was too fast. In the time it took Xiaobai to raise her hand, the three people who were just in front of her had all disappeared.

Little White and the Prince of Wales stood by the roadside, quietly watching the road where there was no one in sight.

"So Sukupf and Andrea were on pretty good terms?" Xiaobai asked.

“Everyone in the garrison is family,” the Prince of Wales said, patting Little White’s head.

“Yes, that’s right.” Little White looked at the Prince of Wales and smiled.

"We've had enough fun, it's time to go back."

"Ah."

"I remember you said a few days ago that you were going to go to war."

"Well, after all, I rested at the naval base for a month."

"Where are you going?"

"Hehe." Little White looked at the Prince of Wales's face and smiled meaningfully at her.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Above the azure sea, the tranquil water surface resembles a vast grassland with thick, lush grass. The water moves quietly and rhythmically, as if it were breathing with life.

"Whoosh————"

Suddenly, several figures darted across the sea like arrows, instantly cleaving the surface of the water, causing snow-white waves to surge and churn incessantly.

The figure running at the front transformed into a streak of yellow light, its nimble body tumbling across the water with remarkable agility.

In front of these figures, a small blue mechanical whale was paddling slowly across the surface of the sea.

The mechanical whale seemed to have noticed several figures chasing it from behind. It tried its best to run away, but it was not fast. Even though it ran as fast as it could, the distance between it and the figures behind it was rapidly closing.

The mechanical whale turned around, and several cannonballs slammed into the enemy behind it with a series of bangs.

The yellow light at the head dodged all the cannonballs in a flash, and with a burst of speed, its entire body arrived behind the mechanical whale just as the attack paused.

The mechanical little whale wanted to turn around.

However, it was too late.

What followed was a flurry of swordplay, with cannonballs shattering on the steel and instantly obliterating the little whale's body.

The yellow figure leaped into the air and then slowly fell back onto the water.

It was a blonde ship girl with a ponytail, kneeling on the water, her hands clenched tightly.

Cleveland!

Cleveland!

It wasn't until then that the teammates who were a bit slower caught up with Cleveland.

"How is it?" a teammate asked.

“Hmm.” Cleveland nodded, slowly opening his hands.

A pair of black panties bloomed like a flower in Cleveland's hands.

"We got it," Cleveland said calmly.

At the same time, a blue figure that flew out from the shattered mechanical whale in mid-air slowly fell down.

She was a petite girl who had completely lost consciousness, but her two small hands were still tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, pulling it down hard.

The girl fell behind Cleveland and then, with a splash, crashed into the sea in full view of everyone.

Chapter 603 Deep Sea Musashi's Turn

The sun slowly rose from beneath the sea, gradually climbing into the sky. Layer upon layer of white light, like golden cotton candy, expanded in concentric circles, seeping through the window and curtains, finally gently spreading across the sleeping baby's face.

Little White, who was fast asleep, felt that warmth. She moved slightly, shifted around on the bed for a while, and finally slowly opened her eyes.

A faint glimmer of light flashed across his golden pupils before disappearing into the sunlight.

Xiaobai gently sat up from the bed, stretched lazily, and then got off the bed while yawning.

Xiao Bai pushed open her bedroom door and walked into the living room on the first floor.

Before anyone even arrived, Xiaobai, who was going downstairs, heard the sound of video game music coming from the living room.

Xiao Bai smiled, then quickened his pace and arrived at the living room door.

Sure enough, Tirpitz was calmly fiddling with the game controller in front of the console. Beside her, Saratoga and Enterprise, who were fast asleep, were embracing each other while muttering in their sleep. Their two long, white legs were crossed and pressed together, rubbing against each other rhythmically with the girl's breathing.

"Tirpitz." Little White walked up to Tirpitz and greeted her in a low voice, "Good morning."

"Hmm." Tirpitz, who was playing a game, sensed Xiaobai's approach. She glanced quickly in Xiaobai's direction and then looked back at the screen.

"Saratoga and the Enterprise are here again?"

"kindness."

When did they arrive?

“In the early hours of the morning,” Tirpitz said calmly.

"So early." Little White nodded thoughtfully. "Didn't Lexington always forbid Saratoga from leaving home so early...?"

“He ran away,” Tirpitz said, looking at Little White with a Bismarck-like expression. “He never learns his lesson.”

"Hahaha." Xiaobai covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Tirpitz found this particularly ironic.

At least Saratoga calmed down for two or three days after being reprimanded by Lexington, while Tirpitz completely had no memory whatsoever.

Xiaobai glanced at the company that was hugging Saratoga.

Ah, as for businesses, Yorktown probably wouldn't be willing to discipline companies that are pampered like royalty.

"Playing so late every day won't do," Xiaobai said.

"Yes." Tirpitz humbly accepted the advice.

This is typical of Tirpitz: he humbly accepts all problems but never repents.

Little White, who couldn't even do Bismarck, naturally didn't want to accomplish anything. After offering a few token words of advice to Tirpitz, he helped Tirpitz tidy up the trash bags scattered on the floor.

There's food in the kitchen.

"Oh, thank you."

“I didn’t do it, no need to thank me,” Tirpitz said.

"Was it made by Bismarck?"

“Yamato made it.” Tirpitz finished speaking, and the screen in front of him flashed rapidly like fireworks. After a while, a big KO appeared on the screen. “She makes it even better.”

"Ah, then we have to thank Yamato-neechan." Shiro clasped her hands together and looked towards the back of the living room.

However, at this moment, the sofa behind the living room only contained Pachina wrapped in a bed sheet, and Deep Sea Musashi, who was lying on Pachina, sucking and licking here and there.

"Hey, where's Yamato-neechan?"

"She's started working now; she's a full-time maid."

"Oh, I see." Xiaobai nodded as she walked towards the kitchen.

Contrary to Xiaobai's expectations, there was no breakfast on the kitchen table, but instead a note with a note written on it.

Xiao Bai picked up the note and read it for a while, then couldn't help but laugh.

The note was written by Deep Sea Yamato. It turned out that after Deep Sea Yamato finished cooking, he was afraid that Deep Sea Musashi would steal the food if he put it on the table, so he put the breakfast in a place that Deep Sea Musashi couldn't reach.

Xiao Bai folded the note, put it in his pocket, and then looked up at the top of the refrigerator.

A steaming bowl of porridge and homemade pickled vegetables are placed on top of the refrigerator.

"Deep Sea Musashi isn't a child..." Shiro could only smile helplessly, then moved a stool and took the porridge down.

Yamato is indeed very talented in housework; for example, the things she makes are delicious, almost as good as Akagi's.

Fortunately, Bismarck wasn't the type to act impulsively. Seeing that Yamato's cooking was even better than hers, and that Shiro and Tirpitz enjoyed it quite a bit, she never refused whenever Yamato offered to help.

Xiaobai took out an empty bowl, poured half of the vegetable porridge into it, and then took both bowls back to the living room.

In the living room, Deep Sea Musashi had already begun to gently bite Pachina's earlobe, using her tongue to savor the taste of Pachina.

"Sister Musashi, you can't eat pachina." Shiro smiled and called out to Deep Sea Musashi, stepping over Saratoga and Enterprise on the ground and walking up to Deep Sea Musashi.

Ever since meeting Pachina, who is also a Deep Sea Dean, Deep Sea Musashi has become very interested in her.

Yes, I mean the food aspect.

Countless times, while Pachina was sleeping, Deep Sea Musashi secretly tried to touch Pachina with his mouth.

Just as pachina is incredibly delicious, Deep Sea Musashi has boundless passion for pachina's body.

Deep Sea Musashi, who was testing whether Pachina's earlobe was edible, obediently opened his mouth after hearing Shiro's words, letting Pachina's wet earlobe leave between his teeth.

Deep Sea Musashi looked at Shiro, his eyes lingering on the two bowls of porridge in Shiro's hands.

Deep Sea Musashi must have eaten breakfast. Deep Sea Yamato is very good to this little sister. Since she cooked for Shiro, she would definitely have saved some for Deep Sea Musashi.

However, Deepsea Musashi is a big eater and will never be full no matter how much she eats. Shiro was sleeping at the time, so Deepsea Yamato had no choice but to use this crude method of holding the food high to keep Deepsea Musashi away.

Xiaobai handed a bowl of porridge to Deep Sea Musashi: "Musashi-neechan, I can't eat this much, how about you eat half for me?"

Deep Sea Musashi looked at Shiro, lingered on Shiro's smiling face for a moment, and finally slowly nodded.

She slid off Pachina, sat on the floor, took the bowl Xiaobai handed her, and looked at Xiaobai cautiously.

Shiro sat down next to Deep Sea Musashi.

Only then did Deep Sea Musashi feel relieved. She picked up the bowl in her hand and gulped down the contents.

Deep Sea Musashi's appetite is as good as ever.

Soon, Deep Sea Musashi put down the empty bowl in his hand and looked at the half bowl of porridge that was left in Shiro's hand.

After quickly taking a few spoonfuls, Shiro handed the bowl to Deep Sea Musashi.

Deep Sea Musashi's eyes lit up instantly.

She took Xiaobai's bowl, finished the porridge in a few gulps, and then looked at Xiaobai with a big smile.

"Is it delicious?" Xiaobai asked.

"Mm." Deep Sea Musashi nodded. She looked at Shiro's face, and after a short while, she gently opened her mouth, "Thank...thank you."

"You're welcome." Little White was surprised that Deep Sea Musashi had learned to express gratitude, and couldn't help but happily reach out and pat her head.

Deep Sea Musashi felt Shiro touching him, thought for a moment, and finally gently reached out and grasped Shiro's hand: "Thank you."

"One thank you is enough," Xiaobai said with a smile, letting Deep Sea Musashi hold her hand.

Deep Sea Musashi nodded, looking down at Shiro's hand, seemingly considering something.

"Musashi-neechan?"

"..." Deep Sea Musashi remained silent.

Shiro looked at Deep Sea Musashi with a puzzled expression.

After finishing his contemplation, Deep Sea Musashi began to move.

She slowly took Xiaobai's hand and gently pulled it to cover her chest.

"Huh?" Little White was startled.

Musashi and Yamato are indeed sisters, and based on this, Musashi, who inherited Yamato's undeniably sexy genes, also possesses an outstanding figure. Her skin is smooth and soft, she is tall, with full hips and a slender waist, and especially her sweet, soft breasts are incredibly alluring.

Even though Shiro isn't a boy, he's imagined many times how wonderful it would be to sleep with Yamato or Musashi as his pillow.

"Musashi-neechan?! What are you doing?" Shiro asked Deep Sea Musashi in surprise.

Shiro's little hand had already been guided to her chest by Deep Sea Musashi, and even though it was only through her clothes, her five fingers were completely immersed in that unfathomable tenderness.

"Thank you," Deep Sea Musashi said.

"Huh?" Little White exclaimed in surprise, "Thank you?"

"Yes." Deep Sea Musashi nodded.

Xiaobai was startled: "Is it because you want to thank me that you let me touch Musashi's breasts?"