Azur Lane resumes sailing

In the hall, the terrible who had been sitting in the corner was woken up by Triumph: "Terrible, terrible!

Triumph looked listless and terrifying, and was a little anxious: "Ahh The emir is dancing, alas! Everybody's here, just the two of us! "

O'O..." Horrible barely opened his eyes, and staggered to the center of the hall.

At this time, the light in the small shop was only the stage in the center of the venue, which was specially created for Emile, and she loved this stage so much that she danced on it every day.

When the triumphant pull arrived, the emir was stretching his soft body, lying on the stage, his long golden hair scattered around him, and the golden ring above his head was still floating in the air.

The girl's flawless back was as bare as white as jade, and the Emir's ship costume was such a backless outfit, which was just right for her dancing personality.

The emir is in good shape, with slender limbs, and from the side, the undulating curves are perfect and harmonious.

The pure white light sprinkled on the girl's skin, making her angelic, flawless face even more perfect.

The sound of soothing music sounded, and Emir opened her eyes, a little strange, it was obviously not her arrangement, but she was a natural dancer, and she was very familiar with this dance music... Because the composer is the commander...

Emir was rarely distracted while dancing, but the song made her wonder what had happened this time.

Why did the Commander suddenly become a musician?

As if sensing her absent-mindedness, the music suddenly picked up pace.

"Ahhh How can I be distracted? The

emir came back to his senses.

In the dark, Chang Hao sat in front of the piano, his fingers beating on the piano, the smooth notes jumping, and the angels in the light also danced.

Emile Bertin, she is a free, passionate, optimistic angel, a dancer, a fairy...

The more Emil danced, the more energetic she felt, she could feel the power in the sound of the piano, the music had a soul, she didn't have to look at it to know the person sitting in front of the piano...

It is precisely because of this that this will be the most important performance of her life, the joy of reunion after a long absence, the joy of being reconciled with her lover... All kinds of complex emotions can only be danced and danced enthusiastically!

The sound of the piano is getting hotter and hotter, and the mood is getting hotter and hotter.

It's not that no one in the audience understands music, so she is a little curious, where did Akashi recruit a top pianist?

There is always an end to the piece, the music slowly becomes soothing and quiet, and the emir's movements slowly become softer.

At the end of the song, Emir also just finished dancing, and secretly sent a flying kiss in the direction of the piano.

As smart as she is, she certainly knows what the commander means.

Bang bang bang...

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the emir smiled: "Thank you..."

Byan applauded and turned his head, the piano was already in the light at the moment, but there was no one there...

"Everyone!" Someone suddenly spoke, everyone turned around, and at some point, Joan of Arc stood behind them, and on the cart beside her, there were many snacks, and a small cake in the center.

"Is this..." Richelieu stood up, walked over to her, and looked at the refreshments in the car.

"Snacks for everyone... Come and have a taste. Joan of Arc took a few steps back and did not answer.

"Who did this? Sister Joan of Arc" Béaan walked over and reached for a piece of refreshment.

"Guess?" Joan of Arc smiled a little.

Richelieu also picked up a piece of snack, put it in his mouth, took a light bite, and then stood on the spot...

"Did you do it? Sister Joan of Arc? Blazer crossed over to Richelieu with some awkwardness and carefully picked up a piece.

"I want it too! Sister Joan of Arc...

"Take it yourself, everybody." Joan of Arc smiled.

"Thank you... Sister Joan of Arc. Triumph pulled the dreaded man to the dining car.

"What about him? Joan of Arc.

Richelieu spoke suddenly, and Joan of Arc froze in place.

"Huh?" Byan was the first to react, Triumphant's hand was fixed in the air, and it was not possible to take it, nor was it to take it.

Everyone was stunned, because Richelieu's expression was serious.

"Eat... Triumph? Chang Hao reached out and picked up a piece of snack and put it in her hand.

"Commander?" When you come out at this time, you are in full view of everyone.

Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief, it was not easy to lie in front of the cardinal.

The emir smiled and looked at Chang Hao, who was slowly walking out: "Welcome back, commander!"

Chang Hao smiled and looked at the stunned crowd, only the emir recognized his identity because of the performance just now: "Why is it all this expression?" Am I not giving you surprises, but frightening them?

Richelieu stood still, her face complicated, she did not speak, and no one present spoke.

"Okay... It seems that if you don't get Sister Li first, you won't dare to move... Let's eat first, and I'll talk to Sister Li.

Chang Hao was a little helpless, stretched out his hand, and looked at the hesitant Richelieu.

Richelieu followed Chang Hao up to the rooftop and pushed the door open, and Louis IX and Champagne were startled.

"Louis IX... And champagne. Richelieu's face was slightly red, because her hand was still controlled by Chang Hao, in fact, she didn't plan to escape, it was not her character to escape, but Chang Hao refused to let go of her hand.

"I've made some snacks, so let's go... I'll talk to Sister Li. "

Lord Richelieu..." Louis IX looked at Richelieu, who nodded, and Champagne looked at Sister Li before leaving without saying a word.

There were only two people left on the rooftop.

Richelieu, the cardinal of the Iris Sect and the first flagship of the Free Iris, although she has no flag in her hand at the moment, as long as she stands there, it seems that she has a sense of sacredness.

However, compared with Bismarck and others, Richeliu does not have so much aura in Chang Hao's eyes.

In the decades that he hasn't met his ship's mother, what has Chang Hao been doing?

No one knew about it but himself, but Richelieu knew a little bit about it, and from the moment she was born, he saw him, when he was the Holy Son of the Order and the embodiment of the Divine Iris.

She spent a few years with him, and Chang Hao learned to cook during that time... That's right, in the decades since he disappeared, Chang Hao has spent most of his time improving himself, improving his strength, and learning some things that he never thought about in the past.

During that period of time, Chang Hao was very simple and rarely went out, so that in addition to the old pope, many bishops did not know about his existence.

As the two got along, Richelieu slowly regained his memory, but the funny thing is that the day he recovered his memory was when the two separated.

"I'm sorry."

The night wind whistled, Richelieu's eyes sparkled, but in the end she only whispered.

"Why apologize?" Chang Hao looked at her, Richelieu was tall, almost as tall as Chang Hao.

She still has the same outfit on her body, still the red stockings that only she can control, still the red hair like gold, and the bright eyes.