"Were you also caught by the 'octopus'?"
Since Winsor was also caught by the tentacles, Lance suddenly developed a friendship with Winsor. He asked,
"Have you seen the real face of the 'octopus'? How big is it?"
Winsor's expression suddenly became very strange, and he said to Lance:
"Not an octopus."
"Not an octopus?"
Lance thought for a while. With his shallow ocean knowledge, he thought of the king squid in the deep sea that could fight sperm whales, so he asked again,
"Is that a squid?"
Winsor's voice was a little aggrieved:
"no."
Then this is beyond Lance's understanding, he waved his hand and said:
"That doesn't matter what it is."
Lance glanced at the seaweed tied to his fingertips, and hurriedly leaned forward, asking:
"You treated me, so that means, is there any seaweed nearby?"
Winsor hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Brother, you can!"
Lance looked at Wenser as if he was looking at a treasure, "You are a nanny, just right, after I escape, I will mess with you!"
Winsor: "..."
Winsor was obviously taken aback by Lance's shameless remarks. After a while, Winsor asked:
"you like me?"
Now it was Lance's turn to be taken aback.
In all fairness, the appearance and figure of the black-tailed mermaid in front of me are impeccable, and even fit Lance's aesthetics very well, but it's a bit too much to ask "do you like it" as soon as you come up.
not to mention…
Lance glanced at each other quietly.
The other party is beautiful, but the sense of "inhumanity" in his body prevents Lance from directly opening his heart to Wenser.
His current emotion towards Wenser is very simple, that is to find a "prison escape companion".
Lance didn't quite know whether the mermaid's "like" was the same as the "like" in human language.
After all, in human language, "like" has two meanings.
Lance hesitated for a moment, then tactfully said:
"I don't hate you."
Winsor thought about it:
"I see your expression, are you a little afraid of me?"
Lance was embarrassed, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Wenser.
He was indeed a little scared, the ease before was all pretended.
Like a child who has done something wrong, Lance also felt that he was a little unkind. After all, Wenser was his savior, so Lance struggled for a moment, then raised his head:
"Sorry, I'm used to..."
Looking at Wenser's face in front of him, Lance silently swallowed the rest of the words.
This time, the appearance of the black-tailed mermaid made Lance stupefied again—
This time it wasn't because of the opponent's stunning beauty, but because Lance found that the opponent's facial features seemed to have changed a little, the edges and corners were much softer, and the cold temperament around him melted away.
The opponent's facial features seemed to be adjusted to suit Lance's preferences in that little time.
Lance found that he was no longer afraid of Wenser.
Was the previous feeling an illusion
Lance thought suspiciously.
Maybe it was because I was burned out, and my eyes were blurred for a while.
How could anyone in this world be able to change their appearance in such a short period of time
Lance shook his head, he wanted to get rid of these trivial things.
He walked around Winsor and glanced over the coral bone—
The small fish with blue flames in its body flickered, and the dim light blurred all the boundaries between the inner and outer worlds, and it just happened to block the peeking sight from above.
Confirming that the tentacles outside could not come in for a while, Lance took Wenser's hand and said seriously:
"Winser, let's escape from prison together!"
"prison Break?"
Winsor raised an eyebrow.
"Yup."
Lance lowered his voice and said to Wenser,
"I've been secretly digging the escape route and I'm about to break through."
Winsor lowered his eyes, he glanced at Lance's hand, and asked:
"You were hurt because of this?"
"Yup."
Lance followed Wenser's line of sight, then raised his hand and explained to Wenser,
"A little bit of coral bone in the back can be dug up if you work hard. After digging through, let's go out together."
Winsor glanced at Lance, he stretched out his hand, and gently held Lance's injured hands, he asked:
"Are you sure, you can dig through that coral bone?"
Lance's smile froze.
A long silence followed.
Indeed, the last layer of coral bone is extremely hard, and Lance wants to dig through the coral bone, which is a bit whimsical.
He broke his nails, but still no success.
Wenser saw that the ear fins of the white mermaid in front of him were drooping.
Seeing this scene, something moved in Wenser's eyes. Finally, Wenser's tone softened, and he asked softly:
"Isn't it good to stay here?"
Lance tilted his head, and he asked:
"Why is staying here a good thing?"
Lance swung his tail and swam around the coral bone in a stumbling circle, saying:
"Although becoming a mermaid shocked me... the empty sea also shocked me... But, I am free, and I shouldn't be bound."
"But you can't even swim."
Winsor pointed this out sharply when he said,
"The way you are now, you can't even swim out of the abyss."
"It's okay, I can learn."
Lance was still very optimistic. He swam up to Wenser and asked cautiously,
"Can you teach me?"
Winsor was amused:
"So, no matter what I say, you depend on me?"
"is it okay?"
Lance cupped his cheek with his webbed claws, trying to cool his face with the coldness.
He was actually a little ashamed.
Wenser suppressed his smile, and frowned slightly, as if he was considering this proposal.
"If you are my teacher, I will do everything you say."
Lance was afraid that Wenser would refuse, so he quickly increased his strength, "Never resist!"
"real?"
"real!"
Wenser shook his head with a helpless expression on his face.
Finally, Winsor nodded slightly.
"You agree?"
Lance narrowed his eyes with joy.
He quickly took Wenser's hand and urged:
"Then teach me how to swim."
"Not urgent."
Wenser didn't follow Lance's lead, he stroked Lance's hand and said,
"You are not in good health, go to rest."
"But… "
"Um?"
Remembering the promise he made just now, Lance died down and went to the sea anemone listlessly.
As soon as Lan Sifu lay down on the soft sea anemone, he stuck to it, the seven souls went to the three souls, and he was drowsy.
The liveliness before was all a disguise.
Lance was just too excited to see other mermaids, so he became excited and forced his body to move.
Now, as soon as he relaxes, Lance becomes a patient again.
Lance closed his eyes, and within a few seconds, he opened them again and saw Wenser's figure outside the sea anemone.
After hesitating for a while, Lance gritted his teeth, sat up, and pushed out all the pearls he had hidden in the sea anemone.
Wenser, who was about to leave outside, suddenly heard a strange noise behind him. Looking back, he saw pearls of all sizes falling out of the sea anemone and onto the ground.
When Winsor was confused, Lance pushed aside the sea anemone and said to Winsor:
"Winser, come in and rest too."
"You, invite me in?"
Winsor was stunned.
"Yeah, don't you need to rest?"
Lance was puzzled, and then he suddenly realized that Wenser was afraid that he would squeeze him after he went in, so he said carelessly,
"Don't worry, the sea anemone is very big, it can definitely accommodate you and me."
Wenser hesitated for a while, but finally followed suit and entered the sea anemone.
"Winser, can you tell me about the mermaid?"
Lance lay on his back on the sea anemone, through the tentacles of the sea anemone, he could see the deep blue sea.
"There's nothing to talk about."
Wenser lazily replied, "There will be no mermaids of the same race, you are unique."
Lance didn't pay attention to Wenser's words.
Because at that time, Wenser's words sounded contradictory.
If there would be no one of the same race, why would there be a Winsor next to Lance
"Then why did the 'octopus' catch us?" Lance asked.
"Perhaps it has good intentions."
Winsor leaned closer, put his hand on Lance's, and said,
"It's dangerous out there."
"I do not believe."
Lance doesn't agree with Wenser's idea. He thinks that there is only a thin line between pets and food reserves. Maybe one day, they will be eaten by their "owners".
Instead of sitting still, it is better to take the initiative.
Wenser squinted quietly and did not refute.
He tilted his head, looking at Lance's appearance, he reached out and touched Lance's stomach.
Lance: "..."
Under Wenser's pressure, Lance felt his stomach bulge slightly, but it was still very empty. Even with muscles, it must feel soft.
Winsor also seemed very satisfied with this feeling. He stroked Lance's abdomen with an expression of interest on his face, like a curious innocent child who had found a toy.
Lance was a little helpless about Wenser's actions, but since Wenser didn't mean to hurt him, he didn't bother to move, and didn't mind Wenser's actions. Under Wenser's touch, his tail swayed slightly, very comfortable :
"lighter."
The soft touch made Lance drowsy, and he slowly closed his eyes, gradually stagnant in thinking.
After seeing Lance close his eyes, Wenser's gaze gradually focused on Lance's face. His pupils changed, and there seemed to be a ray of undercurrent hidden under the still water in his eyes, as if he was expecting something, suggesting something, suggesting something. Some kind of complex appeal.
Wenser looked at the mermaid up and down, feeling the smooth and delicate skin of the mermaid under his hand like a piece of fine silk, while observing the body structure of the white mermaid.
After a few soft sounds, Wenser's fish tail had a few more fins, which became more and more similar to Lance, and his facial features gradually changed slightly, becoming more in line with Lance's aesthetics.
Lance didn't know what Wenser was doing. Under Wenser's touch, he gradually stretched out his body, revealing his fragile abdomen, retracted the sharp fins on the fish's tail, and clinging to the tail, showing his unparalleled trust in Wenser .
Winsor's eyes flickered, and he spread his palms loosely on Lance's abdomen, gently stroking along his muscle lines, down, and finally stroking the scales on his waist, reaching above the fish's tail, and gently stroking There is a certain scale that is finer than the surrounding area.
At that moment, Lance, who was still drowsy, woke up instantly. He sat up and opened Wenser's hand.
Winsor blinked and retracted his webbed claws:
"What's wrong?"
"No, nothing."
Lance subconsciously touched the few fish scales that Wenser had touched before. He didn't know why he reacted so strongly, but he intuitively told himself that it was not easy to touch. At the same time, a sense of shame surged into his heart instantly. .
"You can't touch it there."
Lance turned his head and said to Wenser.
"why?"
Winsor looked puzzled and said, "I like your scales."
Lance was momentarily at a loss for words.
Perhaps for mermaids, stroking each other's scales is no different from cats licking each other, but Lance still thinks that he is a human being.
Realizing that he couldn't force it with human concepts, Lance just shook his head and repeated:
"Can't touch."
Then he lay back.
Only this time, Lance turned his back to Winser, his long fish tail curved, and covered his upper body with the yarn-like tail fin.
Looking at this scene, Wenser showed an annoyed expression.