The pain is nothing, Lance thought, he still has five nails, so it is better to continue digging the escape route.
Thinking about it this way, Lance felt that he was really impressive and mentally tough.
What is being a mermaid? What is it to be kept as a pet by an octopus? What's a split fingernail
It's all right!
But in fact, no matter how tough the spirit is, the body still honestly responds to discomfort.
Lance's webbed claws became inflamed.
And because of the inflammation of the webbed claws, Lance was too lazy to eat, and his activities became less and less.
So, one day, when the tentacle was about to feed again, it found that the arm and leg it fed before hadn't moved, and its little fish had disappeared.
At that time, the tentacle's first reaction was that it was over, and the little fish ran away.
It wandered anxiously inside the coral bone, and finally remembered that Lance had dug an escape tunnel by himself.
The tentacle hurriedly crawled to the fleshy arm and moved the fleshy arm away, only to see a white gauze-like caudal fin floating out of the hole.
If it could be anthropomorphic, the tentacles would probably let out a long sigh.
After finding Lance, the tentacle tried to touch Lance's tail fin, trying to make Lance come out by himself.
However, the little fish, which is usually alive and kicking when touched, didn't respond to the tentacles at all this time.
The fluttering tail fin hangs like this, drifting with the current, as if dead.
Tentacle naturally thought of the last and worst outcome.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the tentacles branched out into a few strands of tiny tentacles, which extended in from the hole.
After grabbing Lance's body, the tentacles carefully dragged the small fish out of the narrow hole.
Lance is sick.
This is the conclusion reached by Tentacle.
The little white mermaid has always been energetic and full of curiosity. Even if she is frightened, she will find a way to stubbornly do what she thinks she should do.
For it decaying in the torrent of time, the frisky white mermaid is extremely attractive.
But now, this fresh life is slowly withering.
The white mermaid crouched on the white sand, with a faint pink glow on her body.
If it was normal, the white mermaid should be pure white and flawless, with every scale shining brightly, but now, not only is its little fish having a fever, but a few scales on its waist have also fallen off, revealing Flesh and blood below.
The tentacles touched Lance's back tentatively, but even so, Lance still hadn't woken up.
The tentacles checked, and finally found that the culprit was the nails that Lance had chopped off.
Even if this stubborn little fish hurts himself, he still wants to run away from the great cause.
Now the nails are bloody and bloody, but he doesn't care at all.
Until today, Lance finally couldn't hold it anymore.
Perhaps for a sense of security, Lance secretly hid himself in the narrow hole before he passed out.
The tentacles once again felt the smallness and fragility of other lives.
"ai—ya—"
In a coma, Lance uttered a few words unconsciously, the tentacle heard it, it went around, and touched Lance's face lightly.
The cold and sticky feeling made Lance frowned even in his sleepiness.
The tentacle "looked" for a moment, and finally left gently.
…
After an unknown amount of time passed, Lance woke up.
During the coma, Lance felt very uncomfortable all the time. He seemed to be roasted on the fire by someone, sadly in front of a grilled fish.
The man who roasted him was not good at controlling the heat, so Lance always felt that one side was extremely hot and the other side was cold as hell.
Lance was in a daze like this, subconsciously thinking about how to grill fish to taste the best.
He felt that he had been moved. Could it be that the grilled fish was turned over
Why not add cumin at this time
Then, he felt a sharp pain in his hand, but because of the fever, all senses were blunted, so Lance just vaguely thought that it was time to cut the fins of the grilled fish.
Finally, a bit of coolness covered his fingertips, and that bit of coolness instantly flowed into the body along the blood vessels from the fingertips, eliminating the heat.
Finally, Lance let out a long sigh of relief.
Is the grilled fish finished? Drinking a glass of iced Coke at this time is indeed the most enjoyable thing.
Afterwards, Lance's consciousness finally relaxed. It turned into a small fish and disappeared into the darkness.
Waking up now, Lance finds himself inside the anemone.
He raised his hand subconsciously, and found that his red and swollen fingertips were covered with a layer of brown seaweed.
Lance sniffed, and a cool smell came from his fingertips.
Beneath the brown seaweed is a layer of seaweed mud.
Are these tentacles made
Lance was amazed, he didn't think the tentacles could do such delicate work.
In addition to being wrapped in seaweed, the fingertips were also tied in a small knot.
With more and more doubts in his heart, Lance sneaked out of the sea anemone.
He first took a look at the fleshy wrist and foot, and after finding that the fleshy wrist and foot were still in place, Lance finally let go of his heart, then he turned his gaze and glanced up—
At that glance, Lance held his breath.
On the top of the coral bone, there was an extra piece of blue flame at some point.
To be precise, it was a small transparent fish with blue fluorescence in its body.
Surrounded by ring-shaped coral bones, the shadows of fish schools float around, and the blue light forms cloud-like shadows, twisting and turning in the sea water, making this place as wonderful and dreamy as Alice in Wonderland.
What Lance couldn't help but stare at was a figure among the group of blue flames.
It's a mermaid.
Black-tailed Mermaid.
Lance's eyes fell on the opponent's black fishtail.
Like him, the other party's gauze-like tail fin is very long, but compared to him, it is more exaggerated, floating in the sea water, looking from a distance, it looks like a wave of ink floating in the water.
When the black scales on the fish's tail were swinging, a layer of purple light was refracted, which suddenly added a hint of evil.
Lance's gaze stretched upwards, and he could see from the opponent's slight swing of the fish's tail that whether it was the opponent's waist or the undulating muscles on the fish's tail were stretched and extended between the swings, the shape was like a bowstring ready to go , full of the unique sense of power of beasts.
Not long after Lance stared at him, the black mermaid felt something and immediately looked down at Lance.
Lance blinked his eyes below, his expression was in a trance, and for a moment, he didn't know if it was a hallucination.
He didn't know whether he should call the other party his own kind.
On the contrary, the other party was very interested in Lance. He kept silent, swung his tail, turned his body, and sank slowly.
And as he sank, a group of blue flames was also brought down.
The black mermaid, holding a blue flame, came to Lance.
That poor little fish was caught in front of Lance, and it kept shining in the sea water. Even if it was let go by the black mermaid, it didn't dare to slip away, but stayed in front of Lance, not moving. dare not move.
Lance: "..."
He tilted his head, he was more interested in the black mermaid than the little fish.
And with the help of the blue light, Lance was finally able to see the appearance of the black-tailed mermaid at close range.
It was a face Lance couldn't describe.
It wasn't that the face was extremely beautiful, but it had to be admitted that the black-tailed mermaid was more stunning than any human being Lance had ever seen.
Every aspect of his outline and the distribution of facial features is just right, completely in line with the golden ratio, and perfectly blends sharpness and classicism together. However, because it is too perfect, no matter how you look at this face, it doesn't look like a human face.
After watching it for a long time, Lance couldn't think of any suitable words to praise, and a question couldn't help but pop up in his mind—
Isn't this black mermaid really a devil in a beautiful skin who came to take him to hell
The black-tailed mermaid was just in a daze when he saw Lance, instead of catching the small fish, he tilted his head, thinking that Lance was picky, so he picked up the small fish that was shining with blue flames, swiped his left hand, The fish turned into several crystal clear fillets.
Immediately, Lance felt something cold and soft touch his lips.
He subconsciously opened his mouth and ate the thing.
The cold and slightly fishy taste filled the mouth. After chewing for a while, it brought a strange fragrance of melon and fruit.
fillet
Lance was overwhelmed by this strange taste, and immediately took the piece of fish, eagerly biting the fish fillet like a bird waiting to be fed.
The black figure in front of him let out a chuckle, and after feeding him a few times, he stretched out his fingers, tentatively trying to touch Lance's face.
After feeling a little coolness on his face, Lance remembered what he should do, so he immediately chewed a few times, swallowed the fish fillet in his mouth, and asked eagerly:
"zi—"
who are you
The black-tailed mermaid opened its mouth slowly and uttered a few syllables.
It is amazing that Lance clearly heard the black-tailed mermaid utter a few monophonic syllables similar to him, but in Lance's ears, what the black-tailed mermaid said to him turned into Mandarin.
The black-tailed mermaid said:
"You can call me 'Winser'."
Lance was shocked all of a sudden, and after a while, his eyes sparkled:
"My name is Lance."
He was so happy that he forgot everything, and immediately swam around the black-tailed mermaid and asked excitedly:
"You are also a mermaid... I am also a mermaid... Brother, are you also a human being? We..."
Lance was incoherent with excitement, circling around the black-tailed mermaid happily like a puppy.
People are like this, no matter how dangerous the situation is, as long as they find the same kind, it seems to be able to share the danger and fear.
There was a smile in the eyes of the black-tailed mermaid, and he sighed:
"It seems that your illness is cured."
Lance froze for a moment, and he came to his senses:
"You gave me the medicine?"
The black-tailed mermaid, that is, Wenser nodded.
Lance looked down at his fingers.
After a while, Lance lowered his head, his long white tail fin was hanging down on the sand, his expression was downcast:
"sorry."
Winsor tilted his head, he touched Lance lightly with his fish tail, and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Lance raised his head suddenly, his face flushed red:
"I'm sorry, you must have been grabbed by the 'octopus' to treat me."
In Lance's logic, in order to treat him, the "octopus" caught Wenser in and forced Wenser to treat him.
From this point of view, Lance believed that he must have killed Wenser!
Hearing this, Wenser blinked, his expression blank for a moment:
"..."
His little fish is really lively.