"Cheng, Cheng, Genghis Khan, I don't know how many beautiful girls want to marry him! I want to be his bride! He is an idol in people's hearts! I sing so well, Eugen! ”

Little Supply sat on the edge of the transport, the sea breeze blowing in her face, trying to blow the hat off her head, but she held it down, not giving the sea breeze a chance.

"Uh-huh, that's nice." A blue-haired girl stood behind her, apparently Eugen.

Eugen shook her head slightly, as if she had something on her mind, her hand rubbing against the corner of her coat restlessly.

"It's okay!" The little supply saw through Eugen's thoughts, "Everyone will definitely accept you!" Don't be nervous. ”

"Am I really the deep sea?" While in Saint-Michel, someone must have said something to her.

"So what?" The little supply turned back to Eugen and said, "Do you remember anything other than your name?" ”

"I don't remember." It wasn't the first time Eugen had heard the question, nor was it the first time she had answered it, but she thought about it very seriously.

"yes, you don't remember anymore, and you've decided to change your ways, why wouldn't they accept you?" Xiao Supplies has never experienced war, and has not even seen the cruelty of the deep sea, so he would not have thought that the shipwright in this world has such a deep hatred for the deep sea.

In their eyes, as long as there is a slight relationship with the deep sea, it is also a heinous crime.

"Let's hope it's true." Eugen perfunctory small supplies, and during the interrogation of these few days, she deeply felt the hatred of the ship girls for the deep sea.

She didn't remember anything, and naturally she couldn't confirm if she was really the same as they said, once a deep sea. They also warned her very seriously not to try to wreak havoc on the ship's territory. Obviously, she is also a ship mother, why should she be treated like this.

Thinking of this, Eugen couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and even a little lonely, as if there was only himself in this world.

"Eugen!"

"Huh?" Eugen looked up at the small supplies.

"It's okay, and me!" Xiao Supply gave a thumbs up and showed his shining tiger teeth, "Even if they want to do bad things to you, I will definitely protect you, I am the best in the world!" ”

"Yes, yes, the first lady in the world." Eugen's tears were instantly dispersed.

"What do you say about Xiaoluo, how are they now?" The little supply shook his feet and slapped the side wall of the ship again and again, "Obviously they were arrested together, why is she going to Paris, we are going to Saint-Michel." ”

"Maybe it's because of who she is?" In the past few days of meeting, Eugen has learned about Xiao Luo's identity, and he has a similar experience to her, but Xiao Luo has a sister who can always be on her lips, and she, forgetting the past, seems to have no goal and seems to be so lonely.

"Eugen!"

"Huh?"

"Don't be cranky when you talk to me!" The little supply puffed out.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Eugen bowed and apologized.

"Alas!!" The little supply was so frightened that he jumped down, "You don't have to be like this!" I'm not mad at you. ”

Eugen's face was dyed red again, and she was at a loss to play with the corners of her clothes.

And Little Supply didn't have much experience, she knew that Eugen had always been like this lately, stuck in a kind of loneliness that was the only one in the world, she had no experience in this kind of thing, and she didn't know what to do at all. The two were speechless for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing.

"Are you thirsty or not, or I'll ......"

"Is it Farlance's ship ahead?"

Before Eugen could finish his words, the voice of the ship's mother came not far away, which was the accent of Ingilia.

Joan of Arc walked out of the cabin, she didn't have to come out, but the ship's mother of this transport is very special, she has to pay attention to it, and not long ago there was news from Paris, the ship's union summit is about to be held in Paris, specifically to discuss the issue of the special ship's mother 003 Eugen.

"This is Joan of Arc of Francis, excuse me?"

Joan of Arc saluted the Ingilian transport not far away.

"I am Ingillia Prestige, invited to escort the Ingillia flagship to Paris."

The two ships were connected, and prestige walked onto the transport ship of Francis, accompanied by the war-weariness of the new flagship of Ingilia.

Joan of Arc hurriedly saluted the war-weary.

"Greetings Miss Joan of Arc de Richelieu, Miss Warweary."

"Gui'an, Miss Joan of Arc." War-weary was very happy, and chatted with Joan of Arc, "It's been a long time since I've been to France, and it's still the same here." ”

As she spoke, the corner of her eye glanced at the little supply, and the little supply glanced back.

"Laugh, war-weary." Joan of Arc replied with a smile, "Francis has always been traditional. ”

"It's not always a good thing to be traditional." War-weariness glanced at the small supply again, "The world is in a mess now, and some things don't apply anymore. ”

"Or war-weary ladies have experience." Joan of Arc clearly didn't want to get too entangled with the shipwives of Ingillia.

"This is Miss Sukhbaatar." War-weariness also saw Joan of Arc's thoughts, and without saying much, she went straight to the small supplies.

"What do you want to do? Old lady! "The little supply has been furrowed by the war-weariness of the eyes since just now.

"It's very rude to call an elegant lady like that!" War-weary, his eyes narrowed, and he reached out and touched the head of the little supply, who immediately held his head in his hands and protected his hat.

"Ah, that's so cute." War-weariness became even more excited, and he picked up the little supply, and kept rubbing the little face of the little supply with his face.

"Hmm...... What do you want to do, old ...... Hmm "Before the little supply was finished, he was buried in his chest with war weariness. can only make a painful sound of "hmm".

"You...... Stop......" Eugen reacted as well, weakly stepping forward to try to stop it, "She's having a hard time supplying sauce." ”

"War-weary lady!" Joan of Arc also stepped forward to stop, "Please don't behave so rudely to our guests in Francis!" ”

"Lord War-Wey." Prestige covered his eyes with a headache, and then stepped forward to stop the war-weariness as well, "You now represent the image of Ingillia, please don't behave so rudely towards Miss Sukhbaatar." ”

"Ahh War-weariness also realized that he was wrong, and put down the small supplies, "It's so cute, I didn't hold back for a while, I'm very sorry, supply sauce." ”

As soon as the little supply regained his freedom, he hid behind Eugen and shouted to the war-weary:

"Don't call me supply sauce! We're not that familiar! Old...... Hum! ”

Tired of war, the little supply swallowed the words after that, but it was still very unhappy.

"You're Miss Eugen." War weariness turned his attention to Eugen.

"Yes...... Be. Eugen was a little scared.

"We're looking forward to seeing what you're going to do in the future." War-weariness narrowed his eyes again.