Mermaid pretending to be a mermaid

On the gorgeous big bed, the boy turned over, the quilt slipped off, revealing his white shoulders, half of his back was covered by slightly curly blue hair, and red marks were looming.

"Chirp~"

The egg-shaped Mecha Ball found that the owner on the bed showed signs of awakening, happily shook the antenna above his head, flapped its wings like cicada feathers, and landed on the head of the bed.

Hearing the sound, the young man moved his beautiful ear fins, slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly looked at the unfamiliar environment, his light blue eyes were momentarily dazed.

"Chirp Chirp~" Little Paixiu saw that its master had woken up, and happily jumped onto the pillow. It couldn't stand still, and its small body swayed back and forth. It hastily stretched out two mechanical hands and grabbed the pillow cover.

"Master, master, are you awake?"

The little mech asked in a childlike voice, which gradually brought back the blue shark's consciousness. He moved, and his whole body ached. With a "hiss", he frowned, and managed to crawl out of the soft silk quilt.

"Where is this place?" He covered his forehead, still in a daze.

"It's the palace!" The little Pixiu flapped its wings and flew into the air, "I've been here for a long time, and the master has been sleeping for two hours! Your majesty said that you can't disturb the master, so I just waited obediently. Master wakes up."

Palace?

His Majesty?

Lan Shark was stunned, various memories appeared in his mind, and he became sober in an instant.

Yes!

This is the palace!

He and Moss "slept" on this luxurious big bed for half a month.Sometimes in the form of a merman, sometimes in the form of a human, without restraint, and half a month before that, they were inseparable in the deep sea's merman palace.

Lan Shark lifted the quilt, and saw all kinds of ambiguous marks on her body that she couldn't bear to look directly at, her face flushed.

The mermaid's estrus period is terrible!

Not to mention the long time, it is still a physical labor that makes people lose their minds.

He just ate an extra piece of high-level sea animal meat, and unexpectedly entered the late stage of estrus ahead of schedule.First, he and Mo Si spent half a month shamelessly in the Merman Palace, and then he was brought to the palace by Mo Si in a daze, where he continued to discuss the mysteries of life day and night.

Until early this morning, he finally stopped emitting pheromones. He was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger, and fell asleep directly.

After this sleep, I slept until the afternoon.

Lan Shark rubbed his face, threw those messy memories out of his mind, looked up at the little mech ball floating in mid-air and asked, "Have you finished your upgrade?"

"Yeah! Master, I'm a super mech now~" Little Pixiu spun around excitedly.

Lan Jiao blinked, and asked in doubt, "It doesn't look any different from before?"

Even the voice is still milk baby.

"Because I haven't transformed yet!" Little Paixiu patted his wings, "Grandpa Lei said that I am still young and cannot grow up, and my performance has improved, but my experience and combat experience need to be accumulated by myself, so I have not changed my age setting. .”

Lan Shark nodded: "I see."

Master Lei is worthy of being the best mecha maker in the entire universe, he loves mechas like his own child, and is considerate.

He is not a mecha student and has no professional skills. Giving him a super mecha directly is a waste. It is better to get used to the mecha slowly and grow together, which is more conducive to future development.

After interacting with the little Mecha Ball, Lan Shark began to think about his own affairs.

The estrus completely messed up his plans.

Originally, he wanted to strip off Moth's vest, give him a hard lesson, and then invite his classmates from the military school to dinner, and then return to Earth, where he can hatch eggs and make money to raise the little sharks with peace of mind.

As a result, halfway through the plan, it was interrupted by a piece of high-level sea beast meat.

Lan Jiao rubbed her sore waist, ignored the various traces after copulation, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Yesterday, he was coaxed into a human form by a shameless man, and he had been brewing for a whole day. Now that he moved a little bit, the treasured place that was frequented by him felt an extraordinary feeling.

Lan shark frowned delicately, ground her teeth, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and walked towards the bathroom.

Although the man bathed him before going to bed, he still feels a little uncomfortable now.

Half an hour later, Lan Shark was refreshed, her legs turned back into a tail, and she was wearing a flowing shark silk dress, and she left the emperor's palace with her little Pixiu.

"Master, master, where are we going?" Little Pixiu squatted on his shoulder and asked.

"Go back to Earth." Lan Sharma said seriously.

"Ah? Don't we say hello to His Majesty?" Little Pixiu asked in confusion.

"No need." Lan Sharma pursed her lips.

The mermaid in estrus is active and enthusiastic, loyal to the beast side, he can't stop at all except do or do, recalling every detail, he is ashamed to speak, wishing to find a hole in the ground to drill.Fortunately, the man got up early in the morning and went to work, so he didn't have time to take care of him. Otherwise, how embarrassing would the scene be if the two faced each other?

Having been to the palace once, Lan Yu memorized the route out of the palace. Because of his special status, he was able to leave the gate of the palace without hindrance, and went straight to the airfield of the military region where the Canglan was parked.

Gershwin was in his bedroom when he received the message.

During His Majesty's disappearance, he accumulated a lot of work, and finally came back. Because he had to take care of Captain Lan's estrus, he once again became the hands-off shopkeeper.As the deacon of the palace, he endured the pressure for a month. He was bombarded by phone calls every day and almost had tinnitus.

Finally, today His Majesty took up the duties of the emperor and went to the council hall to deal with state affairs with the ministers. After he unloaded the heavy responsibility, he went back to his room to rest, but he was woken up by the message before he could sleep well.

Captain Lan left the palace.

Gershwin was slightly surprised.

He thought that with the level of intimacy between Captain Lan and His Majesty, he would stay in the palace after waking up, but unexpectedly, Captain Lan ran away without even saying hello.

Could it be... His Majesty hasn't proposed to Captain Lan yet?

Gershwin pinched his eyebrows with a headache, sent a message to His Majesty, and explicitly hinted that it was time to put the wedding on the agenda.

In the meeting room, Meth Gal sat at the head and listened to the reports from various departments.The meeting lasted from morning to afternoon without stopping for a moment. Even lunch was settled in the conference hall. Each person was given a high-grade nutrient solution, drinking while working, and was very busy.

The recognizer on the wrist vibrated twice, and Moth Garr temporarily interrupted the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and clicked on the recognizer to check.

The chancellor picked up the cup and took two sips of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea to moisten his throat.

Meth Gall put away the information box, looked at the ministers, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and asked slowly, "How long does it take to prepare for a wedding?"

All the ministers were taken aback when they heard this.

Why did it suddenly turn to the wedding?

Is this a question that people who have been single for more than 1000 years will think about?

As early as 800 years ago, the first generation of ministers would actively persuade His Majesty to get married and give birth to an heir to the throne for the empire, but His Majesty turned a deaf ear and went his own way. Over time, the ministers gave up.

After two or three generations, no one dared to dictate His Majesty's marriage.

He is really an emperor of iron, a courtier of flowing water.

Now, His Majesty suddenly mentioned the wedding, and everyone didn't react for a while.

Meth Gal tapped the table with his fingers, and said again: "In half a month, I hope to hold a grand wedding in the palace."

The Minister of Finance asked everyone's thoughts in a daze: "Who...whose wedding?"

Meth Gall raised his eyebrows: "My wedding to Captain Blue."

In an instant, there was no sound in the meeting hall.

The sky is red and raining, has the sun come out in the west?

His Majesty the Emperor, who has been single for more than 200 years, is actually getting married?