Eriki covered her mouth with her miko uniform, and there was a trace of repulsion in the ripples in her eyes.
Then he turned around and retched.
This was not the first time she smelled the smell of blood, but she had never smelled the fishy and iron smell pickled in sea water.
It's like putting pickled stinky sea fish into the stinky tofu soup, and then drying it on the tip of your nose. To be more vivid, it is a dark man with a thick waist and a wide body, and long leg hair, wearing pink and soft texture.
The light gauze rubs against your legs and appears at the head of your bed.
Then he dug it open, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Dalang, you've eaten stinky tofu~"
Eriyi did not immediately mention the long sword, which is the best reflection of the good qualities of the noble princess of the eight Sheqi families.
"It does seem to have a little smell." Fu Nian smelled the area under his armpits. He felt that it must be the reason why the sweat glands of these two guys secreted too much under the huge crisis, resulting in heavy body odor, especially Caesar, as an authentic Europa.
Man, he is the culprit of this mistake and should bear the biggest responsibility for this mistake.
Thinking about this, Fu Nian slowly leaned up and fell into the sea water. When he just came up, in order to avoid secondary damage to Eryi, he deliberately released the spirit of words and the Vajra Realm.
Under the authority of the power controlled by the earth and the mountain, although it can barely defend against nuclear bombs, it can still defend against other missiles. This is a valuable experience summed up by Fu Nian from personal experience. Compared with Yan Ling, the current
Fu Nian believed even more in the dragon scales that emerged after he transformed into a dragon.
Plop,
Fu Nian fell heavily into the sea water, and splashes of water fell on the face of Hui Liyi, who was writing something quickly on the notebook.
Eriyi suddenly stopped while she was writing by hand. Her crimson eyes stared blankly at Fu Nian who fell into the sea. The tip of the pen rose and fell hesitantly.
Finally, she quickly crossed out the words "Give Eri some time, Eri will get used to it" she just wrote.
He wrote in the notebook, "Eriyi doesn't dislike you, she just dislikes your taste."
Fu Nian emerged from the water,
Looking at the girl lying in front of the boat looking at him, the girl straightened her arms and placed the slightly hastily colored words in front of her,
Fu Nian felt inexplicably black lines gathering above his head, thick and thick like a flock of crows.
He turned over with a wry smile, but his smile looked a little pale now. He naturally knew that the seawater could not wash away the smell on his body, but he wanted to feel the temperature of the seawater.
Use the cold touch to sober up his current mood.
Fu Nian is not as calm or indifferent as he seems on the surface.
Trying to be attacked with a nuclear bomb would be humiliating if you tell anyone about it. What's even more humiliating is that it was succeeded, and it was calculated step by step with great precision.
He is angry now, and he is really shameless when he is shameless.
"Natsuya asked Eriki to come here to pick me up."
Fu Nian floated on the sea and felt the huge whirlpool swelling around him. The cold touch under the winter made him feel very comfortable.
Eryi climbed in front of the boat, looked at Fu Nian below, nodded, and slowly shook her head.
Fu Nian looked at each other strangely.
Eryi picked up her little notebook and began to explain to Fu Nian.
But before the pen tip falls,
Fu Nian's voice made her fingers freeze in place.
"No need to write, just talk to me directly from now on."
Eriki sat on her knees on the boat, tilting her head. There was an illusion in her eyes that there might be something wrong with her ears.
"You heard me right, just say whatever you want. It doesn't matter. The reason why you can't speak is probably because the concentration of dragon blood in your body is too high. Everything you say is in dragon language. Others can't understand it, but just because others can't, doesn't mean I can't either."
Fu Nian looked at the hole in the dark clouds casually.
The crystal moonlight slanted down from it. In contrast to the darkness, Fu Niannian felt that the moonlight was so wonderful for the first time. It was like a young man who trained himself to use surface-to-air missiles and masturbate every day, and experienced the field military belt for the first time.
The beauty of guns piercing the battlefield. Although sometimes I am tired and sweating profusely, I always have accomplishments on my lips.
After all, the most lasting man is the real man.
Thinking about Fu Nian's depressed mood eased a little.
With his hands wrapped around the back of his neck, a familiar small notebook appeared in front of him again.
"It's not that others can't understand, it's that the concentration of Eriyi is too high, and the dragon words spoken will kill people." The handwriting of the dead person is small and eye-catching on the notebook.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a little dragon blood effect. I have it too. Why don't I just talk as usual?" Fu Nian looked at Eri Yi seriously.
Eryi stared at Fu Nian suspiciously.
Finally, I don't know whether it was Fu Nian's eyes that made Eryi trust him, or the impulse to speak made Eryi feel longing.
She slowly opened her lower lip, with a stiff expression like a child who had just learned to walk and was about to learn to speak. (Although this child had just yelled when no one was around.)
"I..." Eryi stared at Fu Nian intently and slowly opened her mouth,
For a moment, Fu Nian felt that the other party might be wondering whether he would explode on the spot next second?
Eryi looked at Fu Nian seriously, who was still the same as before, and frowned. She had just realized that her voice would not affect the surrounding environment.
But now it doesn’t affect people, why?
But this is not a problem that Eri Yi can figure out at the moment.
Under Fu Nian's encouraging eyes, she finally said her final sentence.
"I was sent here because of someone." It was a nice voice, like a lark on the treetops in the early morning. The only thing that made Fu Nian feel a little regretful was that the voice was too low, almost weak in the end.
There was no sound.
Fu Nian knew clearly that Eriki was afraid that she would explode in the middle of her words.
Although Eryi's voice sounded very nice, Fu Nian's attention was not focused on it, but,
"Sent here?"
Fu Nian cast his gaze on the white sword tightly clutched on the other side of Eryi's waist.
It was a long sword wrapped in a white bandage, wrapped in the suit and tie knot that I was most familiar with.
That is my own Han Bafang, the Sword of Pride of the Seven Deadly Sins.
This sword was given to Xia Mi before he set off. Unless it was necessary for special circumstances, Xia Mi would never give this sword to others for safekeeping. And not everyone can have this opportunity. At least.
Among the current choices, Fu Nian will only choose Sakurai Wanzi.
But now it appears here. Why?
Xia Mi wants me to use Han Bafang to kill people?
"Where's Xia Mi?" Fu Nian didn't dwell on this issue, nor on who sent him here.
"Sister Xiaomi said you won't tell me." Eryi's speech became much smoother, but also a lot more inexplicable.
Fu Nian looked up at Eri Yi's serious answer.
Sister Xiaomi? He held his forehead helplessly.
This tone could really be what Xia Mi said, and he could even imagine the scene where Xia Mi deceived the other party into calling him sister.
Although Natsumi is indeed much older than Erashi, why does it feel weird?
Fu Nian, who was deep in thought, suddenly noticed something. He popped his head out of the sea and suddenly looked in a certain direction.
At the end of the shore,
A figure wearing a kimono stood at the end of the strong wind, with a pair of eye-catching golden eyes between the messy hair.