210. You ask me, who do I ask?

Doesn't this woman have fatty liver?

It took a lot of effort to swallow the mouthful of juice in her mouth, and Chuixue looked at the woman in red with a frowning and contemplative expression in surprise.

What the hell is she doing here? If you want to say that it's really for food, blowing snow is really a hundred people don't believe it. No one has ever been stupid in the prototype ship, and even her skilful defensive stance when she killed Mutsuki was enough to consume a considerable portion of her ammo.

But the question is what does this woman want to know?

However, it is passive to make your position clear in advance, and it is better to pretend to be stupid at this time.

"If it's a food store, I recommend the Tianzihao delicatessen in Dongcheng District. The owner is a former ship lady, the craftsmanship is very guaranteed, and the taste and price are good. ”

"Is it a celestial number? I'm often a regular there, but how to say, the taste over there doesn't seem to be as good as the deep-sea cooked food in Xicheng District, right? Although the owner of the deli is full of discomfort, the craftsmanship is really good. ”

"Deep-sea cooked food in Xicheng District? Is there such a store? ”

And that's a weird name, isn't it?

Judging by his vague memory, Blowing Snow didn't have that store at least two years ago.

At the end of the day, she's only interested in entertainment like video games and arcades. For example, Resident Evil, House of the Dead, and other violent and bloody shooter games she is used to.

In terms of food, she can barely say a heavenly name. As for finding the latest delicious restaurants, she doesn't have so much time to spare. Although the gendarmerie said that it would not open for three years, it was also an emergency branch that wanted to kill people when it opened, and where did the American time come from.

Anyway, this guy is really here to ask for food?

"Well, the Deep Sea Deli. How can I say that the taste is better. Although it is said to be cooked food, most of it is pickled. The taste is really good, so if you have the chance, you must try it. ”

"Ah...... Well, I see. ”

I see, so can you get out of here sooner?

Although there is really no problem with passing the time, although it is said that there is no task for me to ignore Richelieu's stalking, but compared to communicating with people, what kind of interpersonal communication. Do I prefer to play games at home? I'm already hungry and thirsty......

Slightly impatiently, he glanced at the red-clothed witch who was still smiling next to him, and his eyes became more and more boring, and he drank the already warm juice without a sip.

"Miss Fukiyuki, you don't seem to care about these things......"

It seemed that he could see that Blowing Snow was bored, and Akagi said with a slightly embarrassed face.

"Ah, yes. I don't care about any of that at all. ”

And in the face of such a Akagi, Blowing Snow nodded neatly.

"If you have the kung fu to study these, you might as well play games, and if you can't play games, you can read novels. Satisfying my appetite or dressing up is the most boring thing for me. ”

"But wouldn't that feel empty?" Akagi's expression became darker and darker, and he said in a weak voice: "I won't work hard for others, and I won't work hard for myself, but I'm just immersed in my spirit, so I don't feel empty." ”

"Not at all, it's better to say it."

Especially when you are stuck on the Iron Mountain of another dimension. It's just so fulfilling.

As soon as I thought of the strange impact, Blowing Snow subconsciously itched at all. I can't wait to greet the eighteenth generation of game designers. She's a good game, isn't she?

"And at the end of the day, being able to think about what you're working for means that you're idle right now, right? But I've had a fulfilling life on my side. I need to study, work, and play, unlike you teachers. It's not the same as your student. ”

Anyway, let's just think that I lost, and it's not pleasant to say it.

Blowing Snow thought about it, glanced at Akagi beside him indifferently, and raised his hand to throw the empty drink bottle into the trash. He stood up and patted the dust off his body and pulled on his black hood.

"Times have changed now. Miss Akagi. It is no longer the romantic era when Yang Fan goes to sea and a few people can drive a broken ship to fight the world. What is needed now is order and steady development. Even if it is a war, it needs to be fought in a stable situation. ”

"I'm sorry for the deaths of those of your students, but I won't say much more. Let me judge for myself, but you say I can let them live? No, Miss Akagi. They have to die. Mutsuki is going to die, that person is going to die, Ruyue, Yamato, Veneto, the victory of the Weirong troops, they all have to die. Because they can't live. ”

"We just do what is commanded from above, and whatever is commanded from above, we have to do. So even if you are close, I have nothing to guarantee. ”

Looking at Akagi, who was sitting silently on the chair, Fuyuki sneered in his heart.

In fact, before Akagi, there were already several teachers who had talked to her.

American, British, German, Japanese, each ship's teacher has his own protégé. And a protégé usually means a vanguard army. Almost every faction that died at her hands had it. As for the reason why these teachers came to the door, Blowing Snow really couldn't understand it.

Don't you just want her to show mercy to her subordinates? Everyone will have love and hatred, and if something happens to their own students, the door-to-door theory is naturally excusable. However, these things were rejected by Fuxue.

"A system is a system, Miss Akagi."

Blowing Snow clapped his hands, put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave the street.

"If you really want to change something, just let it be taken back by the top."

"That's not what I intended."

Behind the blowing snow came a faint sigh.

"It's just that I just want to have a good chat with Miss Fuyuki, and I want to know why you're always so hostile, can't you just have such a kind contact?"

…… Kind contact?

Blowing Snow's footsteps paused slightly, and his mind subconsciously recalled an ugly figure wearing a commander's hat.

"Don't be nervous, blowing snow children~ It's just a kind contact, although it will hurt at first, but as long as it takes a while, it will be very comfortable? Look, aren't these big sisters very comfortable? Wouldn't it be nice to join the fleet family? Do you see the big sisters? How happy. ’

The shadow stretched out from the rough palm, and the warm texture continued to penetrate the skin of the face. Kind like a father, full of warmth and strength that cannot be refused. As if there was no malice.

It's so gentle......

Blowing snow felt the temperature and couldn't help but sigh.

In the next second, the room reverberated with an unusually disgusting, mixed scream of many women. In the midst of the screams that made the eardrums explode, countless crimson flowers bloomed in the room.

You know what? In fact, it is only when licked directly that the blood has a rusty taste.

Otherwise, no matter how much it flows, it will not taste.

“…… No. ”

After dropping this sentence, Fuyuki exhaled deeply. He tugged at the brim of his hat, quickened his pace slightly, and quickly left the uncomfortable neighborhood. (To be continued.)