Play Azur Lane even if the world is apocalyptic

"No, in case she comes back, we are separated again."

"Then I will fly the carrier plane to find her."

"No, the use of ship equipment is prohibited here."

"Neither does it, nor does it work, what do you say?"

Bunker Hill thought for a while, and finally said, "Wait."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

I'm going crazy!

Dumpling was crazy. Compared to Shangri-La, who took care of everything in place, Bunker Hill couldn't do it. It was too far behind.

╭(╯^╰)╮

Dumpling walked to the corner and squatted down.

Bunker Hill took a look and tilted his head to express doubt.

She is not Shangri-La, and she can't be so precise about dumplings.

But even a child is a'sister'. She saw Dumpling holding her legs and pressing her chin on her knees, making a depressed look, so she walked over and asked, "What's wrong? I'm not feeling well?"

"No, I'm fine."

"That's hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"I see, I'm worried about Shangri-La, right?" Bunker Hill said softly, "Don't worry, there will be no trouble in Shangri-La in this kind of place."

The dumpling rolled his eyes.

Humph, big wood, you are going to piss me off.

Alas, Shangri-La is not there, and he can't even find anyone who can speak well.

Dumpling sighed inwardly.

I thought that when I was in the Zhenshou Mansion, there were friends everywhere. The friendship between the friends was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. There was something to eat together, fun to play together, and a pot for them.

And my most, most, most, most, most, and, most, favorite corporate sister.

It’s like now, walking and walking every day, it doesn’t make sense to go wherever you go, and you always have to accept commissions to make money, otherwise you can’t even afford oil.

Ah, miss the days of eating and waiting in the guard house.

Commander, commander, why haven't you come back?

Touching the ring on her hand, Dumpling suddenly felt lonely in her heart.

There has been no news for so long, I'm afraid it's already dead, right?

"..."

No, no, no, how can I think of this kind of thing?If you think about this kind of thing, the enterprise sister will definitely be sad.

Dumpling thought to herself, where the enterprise sister must be working very hard to find the commander now?

I have promised her to help find the commander, but I can't be so slack.

Even if you really can't find a commander, you still have to keep looking for it. After all, if the company sister doesn't give up, you can't give up.

Dumpling cheered himself up in his heart.

With his chin resting on his knees, his head swayed, and the people and objects in his field of vision swayed.

Then her eyes froze suddenly.

The small mouth is wide open.

"Sister Enterprise!" she shouted, and then flew over.

...

"Sister enterprise sister enterprise sister enterprise sister enterprise sister! 10,000 enterprise sisters, I miss you so much!!!"

Flew in the arms of the company and acted like a baby, the dumplings rubbed his head vigorously, the familiar taste of the company sister, the familiar elements of the company sister, the familiar European style, so soft and comfortable~

(*^▽^*)

Reaching out his hand and stroking the little guy's head, the company's eyes were full of pampering looks.

After being separated for a long time, she also missed this little cutie who always sticks to her side.

"Dumplings, long time no see." She smiled.

"Yeen, long time no see, long time no see, 100 days or 10,000 days, Sister Enterprise, I miss you so much, so much!"

"Me too." The company turned to look at Bunker Hill with a cold face, "It's been a long time."

Bunker Hill nodded towards the enterprise.

Then he saw a pair of dumplings that looked like a baby.

Looking at Shangri-La again, the latter smiled at her.

Enterprise, Thatcher, Radford.

The three familiar people in the impression all appeared. Although they were a little surprised, they are not too surprised. After all, there are so many ship women guarding the mansion. Although the world is big, the living area of ​​the ship women is actually fixed in those places. It's normal to meet acquaintances occasionally when running at sea.

But soon her attention fell on a strange figure.

Bunker Hill looked at Essex, who was looking at dumplings.

Perceiving her gaze, Essex looked over, nodded politely at her, and said, "Hello, I am Essex, the ship guardian of the mansion."

"Bunker Hill." There was a hint of surprise in the cold voice.

"Huh?" The dumpling, which was still absorbing corporate elements, raised his head and looked over, and asked with a puzzled face: "Are you Essex?"

"Well, I am."

"You are Essex." The dumpling was stunned. "Then what am I?"