Play Azur Lane even if the world is apocalyptic

However, even though it was a destroyer, Joan of Arc looked at the somewhat deformed bread being overstocked by the two mountains, and suddenly fell silent.

Over these two mountains, we are still destroyers.

"You can't buy it anyway." Joan of Arc shook her head and said.

The stubborn French peasant woman knight was a little hard to handle, so she slammed her mouth and asked, "What should I do? Can't ask Sister Richelieu? I feel like I will be beaten."

Joan of Arc tilted her head, and when Richelieu was rashly asked about such things, she involuntarily snorted with the embarrassment on her face.

"What happened?"

"No, nothing." Joan of Arc shook her head and urged: "Hurry back, everyone is still waiting for breakfast. Let's put aside the story of the story. It really can't. You are like us now. Write these. The plot is ready."

If you scratch your head recklessly, you can't think about it. If you keep dragging, the reader will be dragged out sooner or later.

but...

Forget it, it was originally written by picking it up.

...

In a small building by the Qinhe River, there is a spacious courtyard in front of the main entrance. At this time, in the courtyard, two blond figures are moving quickly, and the sabers in their hands collide with each other, making a series of crisp sounds.

After a while, the two stopped.

Kaixuan smiled and said: "Let's stop here today... Speaking of Forban, your swordsmanship seems to have improved again."

"It's okay, I always feel that I can't improve recently." Forban sighed, his swordsmanship is much worse than that of Triumph. "What about reckless?"

"Slide away."

"Well, I wanted her to practice with me."

"Don't worry." With a gentle smile on Kaixuan's face, he comforted: "As long as you keep working hard, you will always improve."

"Ok."

Swordsmanship is not an inevitable requirement for the ship’s mother, but each ship’s mother is different. Practicing swordsmanship does not mean using it to kill the enemy. Practice can make them better maintain combat conditions.

The two rested for a while, then walked into the room.

A single-family villa on the second floor. After entering the door is the entrance, the spacious living room on the left and the kitchen on the right. The rooms are on the second floor. They just came in and saw a girl yawning and slippers stepping out on the stairs. The sound of clattering.

"Stubborn, where is your sister?" Forban asked.

"Isn't my sister pulled away by you early in the morning?" Stubbornly scratched her head, looked around in the living room, "I didn't see it."

"I thought she sneaked back to write a novel again."

"No, sister, she seems to be'Cavin' recently, so she has always been annoyed, and she went to bed early yesterday."

"If you're'Cavin', then you should work harder." Forban had never written a novel, and she subconsciously felt that no matter what setbacks she encountered, she would definitely be able to overcome it if she worked harder.

"I don't know, but I think she has worked very hard, but..." Stubbornly tilted her head, recalling the recklessness of sitting at the desk scratching her head and scratching her ears. Something difficult to deal with, right?

"Is Emil not up yet?" Triumphantly asked.

"No, she is used to sleeping late."

"It's not going to work like this." Triumph shook his head. The habit developed when writing novels at the beginning, although for Jian Niang, staying up late will not cause horrible incidents such as sudden death, but at least you must arrange your own schedule reasonably .

If this continues, it will be useless.

"Has she not written a novel in a long time?"

"Who knows, I seem to be fascinated by painting lately, sometimes drawing something bad."

"Bad thing?" Triumph asked, "What is that?"

"Ah, I don't know too well, maybe it's a terrible feeling." Stubbornly couldn't tell. She walked down the stairs, turned her head and glanced at the dining table, which was empty.

"Sister Joan of Arc has not returned yet."

"It's almost there, I saw her go out a bit late today."

"By the way, where's Sukkuff?"

"She went out with Sister Richelieu early in the morning and I don't know where she went."

"Hey~" Stubbornly grabbed the messy hair, walked to the sofa and sat down, "I always feel that since Sister Jean Barr and the others left, the house has become much more deserted from time to time."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound coming from the door.

"What's the matter? Is the stubbornness also lonely?" Joan of Arc and Reckless walked in from the door.

"Ah, breakfast is here."

"Reckless!!" Forban looked back and stared.

"Ha, ha ha... I got the inspiration to write a novel, that's it! Bye~" After speaking recklessly, he rushed towards the second floor with a slur.

"Don't even think about running, practice with me today!"

The two chased and fled, and even skipped breakfast.

Joan of Arc shook her head helplessly: "Leave them alone, let's have breakfast... By the way, is Richelieu back yet?"

"Not yet."

"Wait, then."

They had just sat down at the dining table and heard the sound of the door opening. When they turned their heads, a golden figure that walked in in the sun appeared at the door.

Joan of Arc turned her head and smiled: "Richelieu, have breakfast."

...

PS: Sister Li, mine!You can't even Sister Li!

Chapter 583 Richelieu, H Plan Big Action!

"That night, the commander entered Richelieu's room."

"Richelieu didn't expect the commander to come here so late, but was surprised when he saw the commander take off his pajamas, and then..."

"No, right!"

The reckless thinking was interrupted by Emil, who shook his finger and said: "This is not a novel, how can it be so direct."