I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

At this moment, it is necessary to return to the newspaper office for timely information sorting, and integrate the content of the interview into the extra issue of this issue.

He sighed with regret: "Your Excellency, how much I want to stay and have dinner with you, but my mission and duty spur me to spread the news of the navy's victory to all parts of the world as quickly as possible. In this way, countless people with a heart for justice will be inspired!"

Such a lofty idea, such a dedicated reporter, such a kind heart advocating justice.

If it hadn't been for the famous sword [Jinpiluo] that had been on Morgonz's waist for a few seconds and signaled him to "Fuck off", Sakaski would have almost believed it.

Watching the people who are greedy for life and fear of death flee in a hurry, Sakaski immediately burst into curses in his heart [such a brazen person...]

In just an instant, Da Gouzi realized clearly that he must not be left alone tonight and be alone in a room with Gion.

He wrapped his arms around the big rabbit's graceful waist, turned around and pressed his face lightly on Gion's white and slender neck.

No powder or artificial perfume is applied, but it has a unique charm.

Like an elegant and refreshing lime, the light body fragrance is not strong, but it makes Sakalski linger.

What made him intoxicated was the smell of peace of mind.

In an instant, he relaxed his mind and let go of his highly tense nerves.

Gion's unique aura lingers on the tip of his nose. That man who is invincible like a ghost on the battlefield is obediently like a clingy big dog, guarding everything he wants to protect.

There is no sharp murderous intent, no old-fashioned face, only a trace of tiredness and comfort that cannot be concealed between Yu brows.

It is the gentle town that has troubled Sakalski for many years and cannot extricate himself from it. Wherever she is, it is a place called home.

The strands of hair hanging down Gion's temples gently slid across Sakaski's rough cheeks with old scars.

Clinging close to Gion, he could even see those fine hairs standing on end by his own breath.

Sakaski could feel the gradually heavy breath of the mature woman he was embracing.

Below Gion's perspective, Sakaski, who was leaning on his wife's fragrant shoulder and began to gently rub his jade neck, opened his eyes wide and kept scanning, frantically searching for someone who could hijack him as a shield on the deck. guy.

535. May the Azure Dragon Guide You to Fish All Day by the River (Part 2)

Finally, Sakaski's eyes stopped and locked on a guy who had just wandered out of the cabin.

There was a portable recliner between the opponent's arm and waist, and it seemed that he was going to put it on the deck to bask in the sun.

"Junior brother, aren't you helping Mr. Zhan Guo and Mr. Zefa with military affairs?" Gouzi, who was looking for a breakthrough, let out a sigh of relief and felt a little strange.

Could it be that the lazy sleepy chicken sneaked away halfway again?

Kuzan turned his head when he heard the sound. He was about to start a pleasant and easy fishing trip, but he didn't want to be stuffed with dog food head-on.

Suddenly being asked about military affairs by Sakaski, Kuzan frowned and realized that the matter was not simple. Every time his scumbag senior brother called him so kindly and attentively, it must be something bad.

His eyes glanced back and forth between Gion and Sakaski for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

[Don't be an eyesore light bulb...will it be chopped off? Absolutely... Absolutely will be cut, right? 】Muttering the consequences in his heart, Kuzan, who has never been afraid of trouble, has a plan in mind.

While maintaining the status quo, he laid out the reclining chair leisurely, while responding to Sakalski's previous question: "Ah la la, please, how can there be so many military affairs after a vicious battle?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the perplexity on Sakaski's face increased instead of diminishing.

This senior social animal who was still being assigned tasks after the war, Chao Ku praised and raised his eyebrows: "Since there are not many things, then the Marshal of the Warring States Period specially arranged for you to assist him in sharing some military affairs?"

Unexpectedly, before Sakarski could finish his sentence, Kuzan said with a confused look on his face: "Military affairs?? When did playing mahjong become military affairs?"

Just when three were missing and one was missing on the table, Kuzan, who was arrested to play mahjong during the Warring States Period, was still more confused than Sakalski. He grabbed the blue sleep mask that was about to slip off and fastened on his eyelids, and barely opened the sleepy dead fish eyes:

"Where did the military affairs come from? Why don't I know?

Brother, please listen to my advice, after the battle, you should relax and rest to a certain extent, and don't stretch yourself too tightly. "

Sakaski's expression was numb, of course he knew that he should relax after the war. Turning a blind eye to the relaxed way of subordinates running out to roam is a post-war practice.

Management is an art as well as a science. To make soldiers follow their own pace, they must not only have strict requirements, moderate spurs, and patient guidance... but also understand people's hearts.

How long has it been since Great Britain was ruled by the Quilt King!?

But at this moment, he only wanted to drag out the current Marshal who had pushed the interview work to himself and then stepped into his old age grandly to make gestures.

Sakasky, who seriously suspected that Kuzan was passing false information, couldn't help but pick his ears:

"Wait...you said they were playing mahjong?"

"That's right, they lacked one of the three before." The lazy seal yawned, showing a lack of interest.

The big dog stared at Kuzan with displeasure. The loopholes in this guy's words were an insult to his IQ: "Unless you guys have already closed the game, wouldn't your leaving now cause another player missing at the poker table?"

Faintly aware that there might be something tricky in it, Sakaski looked up and down at this guy who was showing embarrassment with the eyes of a spy.

"They thought I was too lucky... After playing a few rounds, I decided that I would rather switch to Fujitora than play QAQ with me." Recalling that he was unanimously rejected by everyone, Kuzan felt quite aggrieved.

Feeling very happy in his heart, Mr. Sa also showed disgust on his face: "You old man, don't be cute when you talk...It's disgusting, believe it or not?"

He gloated and comforted the non-chieftain public enemy in front of him: "It's okay, anyway, you like to sleep, don't you? By the way...May I ask, what did you do to be kicked out of the table by Mr. Zhan Guo?"

"It's just three rounds of the dark seven pairs..." Kuzan, who still doesn't know how good he is, stated the previous situation in a natural tone.

At this moment, Sakaski really felt that Sengoku and Zefa were so self-cultivated, and he would have thrown the table and beat people up.

Picking up Kuzan's collar, the middle-aged man's eyes were dimmed, his face darkened to a unique level: "Are you a dog?"

"Is it okay to have the word [dog] in your code name?" Kuzan was of course unconvinced, and countered back with an example.

"Are you sure you didn't cheat? Why are you so lucky to be a navy?" Sakaski's tone was sour, as if someone had fed a lemon into his mouth.

It is reported that there is a lucky fruit ability user in the Golden City run by Nami, a little girl, who can absorb the luck of others and turn it into her own use.

After thinking about it, he always felt that Kuzan should be attracted by that Golden City guide, Baccarat.

"How decent is gambling in the military!" Although Sakalski yelled so righteously, in fact, he also knew that sergeants secretly played poker in their spare time, and this phenomenon existed almost no matter which world they were in. .

As long as they are not killed during missions or on duty, the officers will at most scold them a few times and send dozens of sets of physical training.

Especially after such a rare peak battle in the world, everyone from the marshal to the ordinary private first class seems to be slack.

Therefore, when Sakaski dragged his family to block the door, Zhan Guo didn't even look straight at the door.

Looking at the old man of the Warring States Period who entered retirement ahead of schedule, Sakaski knocked on the door loudly:

"Show me here!"

After many years, Sakaski once again saw the funny state of the Warring States Period.