Come and connect with me!

"Nothing, nothing, just trivial matters."

He swallowed subconsciously, stood up and said to Kiana.

"We still have some time. If you're not busy, why don't you come to the port together?"

Kiana blinked and remembered that Wuming also went to the port at this time yesterday. Only then did she realize what Cleveland said.

"Yes, it's that door, right? I want to go and see."

Wuming smiled and nodded.

A newcomer to the port area like Kiana would definitely be interested in this kind of thing.

"Let's go then."

As he said this, he heard Xilin's voice.

"and many more."

"what happened?"

Wuming looked over in surprise.

Kiana's eyes changed, and she clasped her hands together awkwardly.

"You.....you come here."

Wuming Yi Zheng still walked over and came to Kiana's side.

Kiana, with dark gold eyes, blushed and stretched her hand in front of him.

Wuming looked at Kiana's plain five fingers and asked tentatively.

"Do you want me to kiss you or something..."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, of course you hold my hand!"

Xilin's face flushed, and she looked at Wuming with a look that said "that's it", and said with some self-deprecation.

"I'm always by your side, how long are you going to be so slow?"

Wuming was speechless, feeling that his years of pure love had been awakened.

"F-F, Commander, I, I think so too. You said that last night, but you can't just pretend nothing happened."

Her voice changed and she spoke with a slightly shy tone, but even though her voice had changed, the affection contained in it was still strong.

Well, this has to be Kiana.

Wuming felt warm and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Kiana, and Xilin, I can't just like you two."

"Tsk, after all, you're just a philandering bastard."

"This, this can't be helped."

Two voices gradually sounded, and Wuming nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

"thank you all."

Having said this, Wuming finally held Kiana's hand tightly. As the two of them walked out of the command room side by side, Wuming also did not forget to hold the hand of the waiting head maid.

At this moment, Wuming clearly saw that the eyes of the two white-haired men became sharp.

broken.

Chapter 552: Strange Etiquette in Another World

At the port in the harbor, the number of people is much less than yesterday. The dock will occasionally remind people of the card pool of a certain ship girl. For those who have their own favorite ship girls, it is not a good thing to have too much expectation.

For example, Haman, who used to talk about leaving York all day long, learned to make friends with other people after not seeing York for a long time. The more heartless little boats lived happily every day and never thought about their future selves.

As time passed, the sun was high in the sky, and Wuming also walked on the rising heat and arrived at the port.

On the left is a new maid who works as a part-time Herrscher, and on the right is a veteran maid who is on long vacation. The only difference is that the hand-holding was different from when they first went out. At this moment, even when the sun is closest in the day, the white-haired maids on both sides are very close to each other, each holding an arm and talking softly to Wuming. Occasionally, when their eyes make contact, they will freeze for a second, and then look away as if nothing had happened.

In fact, as the piece in the middle of the sandwich, Wuming felt pretty good at the moment. However, considering that it was a public place, he had to be careful about the impact and preserve the little moral integrity he had left as a commander, so he continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

"Commander, who will come next?"

Kiana's voice is as clear as a lark in spring, carrying a pure good mood. No matter what she says, the listeners will feel very happy.

"I don't know about that either, but it doesn't matter who comes. I hope they all come back. It's annoying to have to guess all the time."

Wuming said this, looking at the dock door in the distance which was gradually beginning to glow, with a hint of hope in his tone.

"But it's good this way, it gives everyone some time to prepare."

"Preparing? Hey, Wuming, what are you preparing for?"

Xilin's voice was as sharp as ever, but as she spoke, she held Wuming's hand even tighter.

"Well..."

Wuming's eyes were vague, but he swallowed the rest of his words.

The so-called preparations, naturally, are a bunch of wives and more ship girls with flashing red hearts.

In the game, he can prepare the ring, and after he gets his favorite ship girl, he can wait for the wedding dress to come out, and then give the ring to whoever has new clothes. But now, everyone appears in front of him alive. After experiencing a night where he didn't even know when he fell asleep, he felt scared when he thought of so many wives. But as he once said, if he really knew that he would travel through time one day, he is afraid that there would be only one building left in the dormitory area.

Belfast smiled and watched Wuming's expression change again and again. He simply turned his face away to avoid laughing in front of him.

"Hey, hey, stop thinking about something by yourself. Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

Xilin said angrily.

Just now, she keenly sensed Wuming's distraction, and she pouted unconsciously, very dissatisfied.

"Well......"

Wuming could sense Xilin's slight dissatisfaction and could only tell her in a low voice.

"I don't just have Befa and the others. There are more wives of mine who are still sleeping in the dock. I was a little hesitant just now, not knowing whether I should tell you."

"Eh?"

Xilin exhaled in distress.

"Then just tell me now, how many do you have..."

When Wuming heard this, his smile gradually disappeared and he stopped without saying a word.

Xilin blinked and looked at Wuming, who was looking at the seaside with a frown on his face. After a few minutes, she couldn't help but ask.

"Is there something, something sad?"

In just those few minutes when Wuming frowned, Xilin imagined hundreds of episodes of melodramatic plots in her mind, from amnesia to illness to car accidents, repeating over and over again dozens of times.

This was the story that she and her friends came into contact with most in the orphanage. At that time, the nanny in the orphanage would read it while crying with a greasy handkerchief in her hand. This always gave her the illusion that a long story must be like this, and the nameless story must be very, very old in her eyes.

"Uh, no."

Wuming was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed dryly.

“I’m still counting.”

Xilin's face turned from red to black. She was so angry that she simply grabbed Wuming's hand and started biting it, making a humming sound while biting to show her ferocity.

But in fact, from Wuming's physical sense, her actions were mostly intimidation. The girl's warm touch lingered on the back of her hand, with an angry but still reluctant strength. To say it was a punishment was more about being angry with herself, making this punishment itself carry a girlish sweetness.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much."

Although the force was so strong that an ordinary person would not feel uncomfortable, Wuming still cooperated by shouting out, which made Xilin reluctantly let go and carefully wiped Wuming with her sleeve.

"Hey, does it really hurt?"

Belfast on the side had a puzzled look on her face. She looked at Xilin who looked completely confused, and felt a little amused, but her eyes softened unconsciously.

"Miss Xilin, the master's wound only needs some sun exposure to heal."

"Oh...wait, you called me Miss Celine?"

While Xilin felt a little relieved, she couldn't help feeling confused when she saw Belfast's change of address.

"Yes, although I cannot call you Madam Xilin for the time being, I think it won't be too late."

She looked at the dazed Xilin and continued.

"As Wuming's wife, I am not happy about the increase in competitors, but as a maid, my master's happiness should also be taken seriously."

Xilin blinked and muttered to herself.

"Why did she change so suddenly?"

Having said that, her voice changed and she spoke.

"Maybe it's a special custom in another world."

Kiana also didn't understand.

Wuming saw that their relationship seemed to have become much closer, and he was a little confused.

Belfast looked at the two bewildered people and just smiled.

"Master, it's almost time at the dock, let's go quickly."

Wuming looked back and found that the dock door was indeed glowing, so he nodded quickly.

"Then I'll go there first."

Before leaving, he hesitated for a while, but still came to Xilin, kissed her on the cheek, and then kissed Belfast who came over on his own initiative, and then hurriedly ran towards the dock.

Xilin was caught off guard and was kissed. She blushed in shock, but then she noticed that Belfast was calm and composed. She unconsciously tightened her face and pretended that she didn't care.

The head maid who was on vacation chuckled and looked at Wuming's back quietly.

What new partners will come back this time?

As I was thinking, I suddenly felt my hand being held by another slightly cold hand.

She lowered her head and looked at Xilin, who was struggling with a look on her face, grabbing the back of her hand and muttering to herself.

“Can this really help us get along?”

As she said this, Belfast looked at Xilin holding her hand, lowered her head and took a bite.

Chapter 553: The Responsibility

Wuming walked quickly to the dock. He could vaguely hear Belfast's gritting teeth, but when he looked back, he saw the gorgeous silver-haired beauty smiling and putting her arm around Kiana's shoulders. The two looked very happy.

Ah That's good.

Wuming nodded in satisfaction and focused his eyes on the dock door.

The light and shadow on the door flickered, and even if he tried his best to observe, he could hardly distinguish the camp icons.

"Are you also defending your own people? Chao!"

Wuming couldn't help but complain.

However, this port system was just like what he had said countless times before, indifferent. The faction icons kept spinning, and then gradually slowed down under Wuming's gaze.

A soaring eagle flashed by, and the crowned lion disappeared, and finally stopped on the black dragon.

Wuming opened his eyes unconsciously.

The Donghuang camp is almost equivalent to a hidden camp. Last time it was Yixian, but I don’t know who it is this time.

As he was thinking this, the door of the dock opened and a thick mist enveloped the surroundings, making it impossible to see clearly from the outside.

As the mist appeared, there was a faint rustling sound, as if someone was painting on paper, outlining Hsinchu after the rain and the blooming flowers.

The sound seemed to be there and not there, and the smell that escaped was also a cool lotus fragrance, simple and light.

Wuming looked confident, having already guessed who it was.

In the mist, the outline of a human figure has now appeared.

She was of medium height and could not be seen clearly in the mist. Her sleeves were wide and broad, and they fluttered as she moved. One could vaguely see that she was holding something. As she got closer and closer to Wuming, the mist dissipated. The person raised her wrist to block the scorching sun, and her orange eyes under her silver hair stared at Wuming steadily, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of her lips.

"Long time no see, Commander."

"I don't think so."