Abandoned Pit Admiral Unveiled Coffin

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Looking at the lovely girl in front of him, An Lun's excited heart calmed down instantly.

There is one thing to say, little Jiajia's body, let alone let An Lun make a soft landing, even if you want to make a hard landing, this is not qualified.

After all, people are breasts, but little Gaga is a file.

Although An Lun's body is still full of the divine power left by Kesusu, even so, it is impossible for An Lun to land hard on the file.

"Hey!!! Commander, the change in your expression is too obvious!!! Also, why are you staring at my chest, and then showing such a hopeless look!!!"

Sensing great malice from An Lun, Saratoga immediately made a retaliatory pounce on An Lun.

In an instant, An Lun even had the illusion of being hit by a car.

Moreover, it wasn't the front of the car that hit him, but the body of the moving car that was thrown sideways when it was drifting.

After all, only the flat structure of the car body can perfectly restore the impact of Saratoga's swoop on An Lun.

"Saratoga, are you trying to kill me!!!"

An Lun, who was lying on his back on the floor, was clutching his excruciatingly painful chest, protesting against Saratoga solemnly.

"Obviously the commander stared at his chest with an impolite gaze!"

Maintaining the posture of riding on An Lun's old waist, Saratoga, who had no intention of going down at all, refuted An Lun sternly:

"Obviously everyone lives in the same tutelary mansion, and they are all your wife, Commander! Why do you look down on my pectoralis major! Commander, you are blatantly discriminating against my pectoralis major! You know, you Discrimination has brought great harm to our poor breasts!"

The more he talked, the more impassioned he became. In the end, Little Gaga even rode on An Lun's old waist and started an incredible speech.

"Commander, today I tell you that at this moment, although we poor breasts have suffered various difficulties and setbacks, I still have a dream. This dream is deeply rooted in the dream of the tutelary mansion."

"I dream that one day this tutelary will stand up and truly live out the true meaning of its creed - truths we hold to be self-evident that all men are created equal."

"I dream that one day, on the commander's big bed, the small breasts and the big R can sit together and share the sisterhood."

"I dream that one day, the maidens of our tutelary mansion will live in a port area where they will no longer be judged by the size of their pectoralis major, but by their character."

"I, Saratoga, have a dream today!!!"

"Become a Yangko Star?"

An Lun replied subconsciously.

Afterwards, the air pressure in the room became even lower.

Saratoga looked down at An Lun and asked sharply:

"Commander, just tell me, are you discriminating against us who don't have pectoral muscles!"

"I'm not, I don't have you, don't talk nonsense!" An Lun hurriedly came up with a set of denials.

But in Saratoga's eyes, his behavior was no different from the carp king's water splash.

In the face of absolute justice, any evil struggle will be doomed to be weak and powerless!

"Commander, why don't you take wedding photos today!"

Slightly lowering the center of gravity of her body, Saratoga was trying her best to create a strong sense of oppression for her commander that would make her lose the will to resist.

It's just a pity that even if girls without pectoralis major try their best, the sense of oppression they can bring to An Lun is far less intense than girls with pectoralis major holding An Lun's arm.

It's just that Saratoga itself didn't notice this problem.

"Today, I really went to take wedding photos."

An Lun nodded, not evading Saratoga's question.

"very good!"

With a clap of hands, Saratoga was like a stern prosecutor in court, asking the defendant An Lun like a storm without stopping:

"Then let me ask you, Commander! Is there even one destroyer among the ship girls who took the wedding photo with you today!?"

"Destroyer? Little Gaga, do you want me to be captured by the gendarmerie?"

"Defendant, I advise you not to try to change the subject! You just need to answer me, yes or no, that's fine!"

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already won.

Saratoga's rhetoric is perfect.

To her, the Commander was a moth caught in a spider's web.

The harder you struggle, the faster you die.