Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Nagato doesn't believe that the Deep Sea over there is also Deep Sea Yamato's subordinate.

Otherwise, with the brainless nature of the low-level deep sea, after their boss was beaten, could they remain indifferent and fight other forces?

So in this situation, it is better to retreat first, and call more ship girls next time, and bring enough ship girls to destroy at least three Deep Sea Deans.

Bringing enough ship girls with you also means being responsible for those ship girls. The more ship girls there are, the higher the safety.

Moreover, the fact that so many deep-sea creatures gather here is a big problem.

It looks more like Deep Sea’s new battle plan.

Nagato also had to take this news back to the rear and report it to his superiors, including the newly discovered unidentified naval forces.

NO.304 Yamato's speculation about the ship girl

"No, no, I won't go."

Veneto used all her limbs to try to struggle until a certain white-haired deep sea creature released the arms that were around her.

"No, if you want to go, you have to enter the canal!"

Yamato held on tightly to the circle of his arms, but did not dare to use force for fear of strangling the white-haired ball in it.

"I'm not going! You're trying to kill me!"

The white-haired ball grabbed Shenhai Yamato's arms with both hands, trying to pull open those arms that were like iron clamps.

However, it was of no use.

The gap in strength is not only due to the level, but also the fundamental tonnage and size, which are all crushed.

In addition, how could the ship girl, who was already injured and suffered serious losses in the battle, defeat the Deep Sea Yamato who was only slightly injured...

"I'm saving your life. You can't hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor."

Deep Sea Yamato remained unmoved, and ignored any pleas for mercy from Veneto along the way, keeping a cold face.

Even if she has to tie him up today, she will bring Veneto to Harbor Princess.

Besides, it's not like she hasn't done that kind of thing before.

"You still understand that word?"

Veneto was tired of struggling and hung in Yamato's arms, asking curiously.

"I have understood the contents of the book. Doesn't this word mean that one is sick but afraid to see a doctor? Although we don't have doctors in the deep sea, we still have treatment methods. Otherwise, if we get hurt, can we just wait to die?"

Fukamiya Yamato looked down at the motionless little loli in his arms and answered with amusement.

Then she turned her head to look at the distance behind her, and followed the evacuating ground and deep sea creatures.

There are also Deep Sea Wales, Deep Sea Bismarck, Deep Sea Reputation and Deep Sea Counterattack that are accelerating to catch up.

"Those guys are coming over soon, don't bother anymore, or you'll be exposed."

"That's because of you!"

Veneto raised his head and glared at Fukayama fiercely.

It’s a pity that from Deep Sea Yamato’s angle, he looked like a little white-haired ball, with his little face tilted up, his soft white hair loose behind his little head, and his big eyes blinking cutely.

How should I put it? Looking from top to bottom is a perspective that can make others look very cute... Perhaps it comes from the soul-stirring desire of adults to protect minors?

Because the adults of most creatures in nature are much larger than their juveniles.

In the eyes of adults, the small ones are just juveniles.

To apply it to this moment, it is equivalent to Deep Sea Yamato being melted into cuteness.

"I, because of me, it doesn't matter, it won't matter soon."

Fukayama Yamato took a sip of saliva, remembered the plan in his mind, and reaffirmed it.

She was determined to get this white-haired ball! She was determined to get this white-haired ball!

"Hey, Yamato, why are you running so fast?"

Deep Sea Wales took a lot of effort to catch up.

"I'm in a hurry to meet with Harbor Princess and report the incident of Rensai."

Deep-sea Yamato had a confused expression on his face, slowed down his sailing speed, and turned to look at the Deep-sea Prince of Wales.

"Then at least release your real body. That way it will be faster."

The Deep Sea Prince of Wales looked down speechlessly at the Deep Sea Yamato who was acting like a big shot on the sea.

She had seen this sister's habits before.

It was already quite good enough that she called me.

Generally speaking, once Deep Sea Yamato has made up his mind, no one else can persuade him to change his mind by some unknown means except Harbor Princess.

She was very determined and would not stop until the end.

"I'm injured. Whether I use my main body or not, I can't increase my speed."

Deep Sea Yamato helplessly hugged Veneto and jumped onto the deck of Deep Sea Wales: "It's just right that you are here, let me rub your body for once."

"Of course I do, but you can just let me play with the little one in your arms."

Deep Sea Wales bit his index finger and thought for a while, his eyes turned around, and finally his gaze focused on the face of the white-haired ball in Deep Sea Yamato's arms.

"Hey, don't push your luck. If you don't welcome me, I'll go to Bismarck."

Fukukai Yamato's expression suddenly fell, and he cautiously put Veneto on the other side of his body.

Try to keep Veneto away from this strange deep sea in front of you.

"No, no, I was just joking. Come on, come to the bridge, I'll treat you to a meal."

Deep Sea Wales waved his hand and raised his arm in a gesture of invitation.

Deep Sea Yamato remained vigilant and stared at Deep Sea Wales' face for a long time, but did not find any clues.

Deep Sea Wales kept smiling and his expression never changed.

"Ok."

After thinking about it, Fukayama Yamato nodded.

One is that you have already boarded the main body of Deep Sea Wales. If you change to Bismarck or the other two advanced deep seas, you have to jump onto the sea surface, slide, and then jump onto the deck, which is too tiring.

Another thing is that on the deep sea Wales side, there is at least language communication, but on the deep sea Bismarck side, there is no communication at all.

As for the two deep-sea maids, to be honest, Deep-sea Yamato doesn't dare to go.

The two of them often carried utensils such as kitchen knives and table knives, or pots such as frying pans and large stew pots in their hands, but they had never made a good meal.

The things in their hands were not used for cooking at all, but became weapons.

Fukayama Yamatoko doesn't want to be with that kind of yandere, she would rather be alone.

Therefore, among the four advanced deep-sea creatures, only Deep-Sea Wales can still stay.

Following Deep Sea Wales into the bridge, I walked up the metal stairs and arrived at the control room.

Although the cafeteria is more suitable for eating than here.

Unfortunately, there is only one driver, Deep Sea Wales, and she has to deal with driving and emergencies.

Besides, the sun was about to set, so eating outdoors on the deck was not an option.

Only in this cab can you be sheltered from wind and rain, observe the situation outside, and eat something.

Deep Sea Wales released a British-style white tea table and three matching white chairs from the ship's space.

"sit down."

Sitting down first, Deep Sea Wales narrowed his eyes and looked at Deep Sea Yamato who was unmoved.

Holding the white-haired ship girl in his arms, Deep Sea Yamato looked at the chair, then looked at the white-haired ball in his arms, and really didn't want to sit down.

She didn't quite trust that this white iron carved tea chair could bear the weight of two battleships.

"Sit down. Even if you're not hungry, you should think about the little one in your arms."

Deep Sea Wales frowned, not understanding what Deep Sea Yamato meant.

What are you doing here, looking at the stool and not doing anything? Do you dislike the stool?

"Oh!"

Forget it, never mind, just sit on it first.

Anyway, it collapses, and the worst that can happen is that you'll fall on your butt.

While comforting himself in his heart, Fukamiya Yamato sat down on the iron chair.

The screws fixing the cast iron product made an unpleasant creaking sound, as if the chair could not bear the weight and would fall apart in the next second.

Fortunately, in the end, it was able to stabilize its body under the pressure that it shouldn't have to bear, and did not cause the two ship girls it was carrying to fall on their butts.

"I think you should let her sit in a chair by herself."

Deep Sea Wales couldn't help but persuade her. She didn't want to see her tea chair become a disposable item.

"No, she is injured now, I must protect her."

Deep Sea Yamato clearly showed his rejection of Deep Sea Wales on his face.

"What you said is just like saying that my bridge is very unsafe. My place is much safer than yours. At least my bridge is shorter than yours, so it's not easy to be used as a target."

Deep Sea Wales pointed at Yamato's head.

"You're talking nonsense. I am majestic and domineering. The height determines the domineering. What do you know?"

Deep Sea Yamato spat in dissatisfaction and held the white fur ball tightly in his arms, feeling very warm.

Yamato suddenly had an idea, if one ship girl is so warm, then if ten of them are stacked together, the temperature would be high enough to cook rice?

NO.305 You can drink, why can't I?

Veneto looked at the two deep-sea fish chatting harmoniously, and a vein popped out on his forehead.

She actually didn't feel good being held like this by Fukamiya Yamato.

Because the white-haired Shenhai seemed to have triggered some fear cells while chatting with his colleagues, so he gradually tightened his hands.

Fortunately, when entering the bridge, Fukukai Yamato adjusted his posture and moved his hands from holding Veneto's front armor plate to her belly.

So even though Veneto was feeling uncomfortable, he could still breathe, just not as smoothly.

"Yamato, if you continue to get nervous, the little cutie in your arms will return to the sea."

Deep Sea Wales smiled and pointed at Veneto, whose face was flushed with veins popping out of his forehead.

"Oh no! It's bad, it's bad, how are you?"

Fukayama Yamato lowered her head and was stunned. She quickly turned Veneto over, pinched his armpits and lifted him up to the same height as her eye level.

"Veneto, why don't you scream?"

"As soon as I let go and let out the anger in my stomach, you strangled me to death."

Veneto shook her dangling feet uncomfortably. She felt like her feet were just like the food, suspended in the air to control the water.

Now the blood has all flowed to the feet. If Shenhai Yamato puts them on the ground, their feet will definitely feel as painful as if they were pricked by needles.

To prevent this from happening, the toes in her little leather shoes began to move, trying to act as pumps to get the blood flowing.

At least this way, when Fukukai Yamato suddenly put her on the ground, she would have a chance...

"hiss!"

Veneto took a deep breath, trying to let the cold air cool down and numb the sensory nerves in his brain.

"what happened?"

Fukayama was panicked.

It was not right to hold Veneto in my arms, and it was not right to put her down either.

So what is the right thing to do?