Come and connect with me!

As Qiye was stammering about how to make an excuse, he heard a voice outside the cafeteria calling out loudly.

"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, where have you gone?"

Hearing the voice, the Grim Reaper in Yorktown's hand began to reflexively prepare to run towards the direction of the voice, but before it could move, it felt a clamp-like hand grabbing it tightly. It raised its head and found that Yorktown was looking at the cafeteria door without saying a word, which made the Grim Reaper shrink its neck in grievance.

The sound was getting closer and closer, then approaching the cafeteria door.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a purple-haired girl carrying a large metal bucket and looking around at the cafeteria. When she saw the Grim Reaper in Yorktown's hand, her eyes lit up and she waved at it.

"It's time for lunch, Xiao Hei, come over here!"

Having said this, breeder Xilin loosened her grip, and the barrel fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Boom!"

Chapter 847: Death's Suffering Day

The magic is solved.

York City looked over in silence, causing Enterprise beside him to cover his face in fear.

"who is she?"

"Xilin, let's just say she's a joint ship girl... She's the one who's managing the cat house now..."

The company quickly explained it and patched it.

"Before Xilin came, the child was quite... quite plump..."

This is true, and the company said it sincerely, but York City obviously doesn't quite believe it.

"You are the ship girl before Wuming, right? My name is Xilin."

Xilin used the body of an eighteen-year-old girl. She wore a plain brown dress, and the only jewelry she had was a star-shaped hairpin in her hair. At this moment, she was quietly sizing up the pitiful Grim Reaper with her dark golden eyes.

"It's mealtime now. If you want to play with Xiao Hei, you should at least wait until he's full, right?"

She knew nothing about Yorktown's identity, but she had a good impression of this little animal from the port area who was very gluttonous. As an instinctive animal lover, Xilin followed the simple concept that being able to eat means being healthy, and she adhered to the principle of feeding all non-human animals. If she were a cafeteria aunt, she could make the cafeteria go bankrupt in three days.

"Cierene... I understand. My name is Yorktown, and I'm the guardian of this child."

York City looked at Xilin's confused expression and couldn't get angry. She patted the round belly of the Grim Reaper.

"And this child is called Death, a bald eagle. If you continue to feed him like this, he will never be able to fly!"

Xilin tilted her head, looked at Yorktown, then looked at the spherical unidentified animal, and uttered a soul-searching question.

"Isn't this child a special command cat?"

Yorktown looked at Xilin blankly, the latter's big eyes were full of question marks.

There was silence between the two for a long time, until the quietly slipping Grim Reaper approached the barrel with his short legs, when suddenly his body suddenly flew into the air and was picked up straight by Yorktown with empty eyes.

"Miss Celine."

Yorktown grabbed the chicken's feet and shook it with death. The fat, spherical bird's belly rolled with her movements, churning out waves of flesh.

"If possible, I would also like to go to the cat house to help."

She half-closed her eyes and decided to cut off the path of death from the root.

"Eh?"

Xilin scratched her hair. She had recruited a legendary ship for the Cat House in a daze.

Half an hour later, lunch was over and Wuming returned to the command room.

"call......"

As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment.

Although the cafeteria is still the same cafeteria, and the port area is still the same port area, Wuming, who bullied Hamanman, has witnessed the super popularity of this little guy. Wuming felt inexplicably sad staying in the cafeteria, and was far less comfortable than staying in the command room.

"Knock knock knock."

Not long after sitting down, Wuming heard a knock on the door.

"Whoever you are, please come in."

Wuming stared at the ceiling and said lazily.

"What if it's a Siren?"

"Then it's no use if I tell you not to come in."

Wuming heard the voice and raised his eyebrows, then saw Qiye walked in with a heavy heart and leaned against him.

"Ugh......"

Wuming blinked and lowered his head slightly, so he could only see Enterprise's military cap facing him.

"What happened to our flagship? Sigh."

"Sister York is back."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

This was the first time Wuming saw Enterprise so conflicted.

"...Yes, it is indeed a good thing."

Enterprise pressed the brim of his hat, and his whole aura became gloomy.

"But, sometimes... well, how can I explain it to you? It's like when someone is not around, you miss them especially, but once they stay with you for more than two hours, you start to feel uncomfortable..."

Wuming silently summoned the light screen and found that it was only about two hours away from York City to the port area.

"She, she's really a little too, too annoying."

Enterprise sighed.

"Enterprise, you should eat more of this because it is nutritious, eat less of this because it is not nutritious, and this and that..."

She raised her face, looking tired.

"Oh my god, I feel like I've turned into a child in front of her."

"This may be good news, emmm, at least it proves that she cares about you very much."

Wuming poked Enterprise's face with his finger, and the latter pushed his hand away impatiently.

"But I've grown up....well, I've never missed Bumblebee as much as I do now. When she's around, most of the firepower is directed at her!"

"If you say that, aren't you afraid that Bumblebee will be mad at you if he finds out?"

"cut."

Enterprise hummed, rubbed his head against Wuming's chest, buried his face in it, and made an unconscious humming sound.

"Well, I guess I understand how you feel, my poor Enterprise."

Wuming held Enterprise in his arms and could smell the fragrance of Enterprise's hair, which was a faint scent of roses.

"Are you busy this afternoon?"

Qiye and Wuming were affectionate for a while, then suddenly asked.

"It depends on the situation. It won't take much time to process the documents now."

Wuming looked at the thin folder, thought for a moment and said.

"If there aren't any weird commissions coming up, I probably won't have much to do."

乚"Then come with me to the gym this afternoon and play tennis with me."

Enterprise said seriously.

"My current record in the port area is fifteen wins, one loss and three draws."

"I'm kind of curious who won you over?"

"It was Frederick. We played for almost an hour. I felt that if I continued to play with her, I would be traumatized by tennis."

Enterprise muttered to himself, his brows twitching as he thought about that day's game.

Frederick the Great had an extremely strong desire to compete with the companies and would compete with them in almost every aspect, including swimming, running, fighting, and occasionally cooking. Apparently, he also competed with the companies after the gymnasium was built.

"No problem, as long as you don't mind me being a newbie."

The two leaned against each other and talked, and time passed by every second.

"call out!"

Wuming was chatting when suddenly a black shadow rolled in and slipped under the desk.

The next second another figure ran into the command room.

"You give me... uh, Commander, and, Enterprise?"

The visitor, who had originally had an aggressive expression on her face, stopped at the door of the command room in surprise after seeing Wuming and the other man. She turned her face away slightly embarrassedly, not daring to look at them.

"Did I disturb your date?"

Just as Wuming was about to speak, he felt the body of Qiye in his arms stiffen, and he stood up obediently and sat next to Wuming.

"It's not that serious... Speaking of which, Yorktown, what's up?"

Wuming looked at Qiye's nervous look and thought about how majestic he used to be. He couldn't help laughing, but under Qiye's grinning glare, he restrained his expression and put on a serious look.

"I'm looking for the child of the God of Death. I prepared a nutritious meal for it. Although it may not taste very good, it will definitely make it healthy."

When York City said this, she subconsciously clenched her fists and made a cheering gesture, which created a strange contrast with her mature figure.

"Hey God of Death..."

Wuming muttered to himself, and then he felt his trouser legs being pulled hard by something furry.

"It rushed in just now and then jumped out of the window. It must have run off to some other place."

Wuming's expression changed from contemplation to sudden realization. During this time, he rolled his eyes as if he was thinking seriously. Finally, he hesitated for a while before giving a not-so-accurate answer.

"That's it, then I won't disturb you."

Yorktown looked at Qieji who was sitting stiffly beside Wuming, turned around and left with a tactful look, his footsteps gradually becoming lighter.

Wuming watched Yorktown's departing figure in silence, while Qiye also stared at the door motionlessly.

After a moment, a rustling sound came from under the desk. The Grim Reaper grabbed Wuming's trouser leg with some difficulty and jumped onto the desk. He glanced outside the door with his big eyes and found that there was no sign of Yorktown. Then he relaxed and his oval body suddenly turned into a spherical shape.

"Hey!"

"Be quiet, York may not be far away!"

Wuming quickly said to the God of Death.

“Hmm….”

The name of York City was obviously enough to deter the Grim Reaper. The fat bird of prey shook its head to indicate that it understood.

"Be smart, old fellow. You know I'm usually a nobody with Yorktown sisters."

Enterprise sighed and patted Death's head.

"Hey!"

Death responded, then suddenly paused and turned his head to the outside of the command room to listen.

A faint shout came from outside, probably from the main door of the command room.

"...Xiao Hei, I left some food for you. Eat it quickly while Yorktown is not around!"

"Ugh!!!"

The Grim Reaper let out a cheerful cry and scurried out towards the command room with its short legs. Wuming wanted to say something but stopped himself, and Enterprise also covered his face silently. The spherical creature rolled and crawled out of the command room, but fate had its throat choked by a plain hand.

York City looked at the terrified Grim Reaper with a smile and turned off the recorder in her hand. As she did so, Xilin's voice stopped abruptly.

"嘤嘤嘤!!!"

Death struggled hard in her grasp, but was powerless to resist Yorktown's hand, and in the end could only make a grunt of grievance.

Yorktown held the fat Grim Reaper in one hand, looked at Wuming and Enterprise who looked helpless, and smiled slightly.

"Commander, you can't just act when it comes to lying. When Enterprise wants to lie, she usually purses her lips subconsciously. I only need to look at Enterprise's expression."

As she said this, she picked up the Grim Reaper again and placed it at the same level as her eyes.