The next day, when Lance woke up, he begged Winsor:
"Teach me how to use fish tail."
Wenser glanced at Lance and asked Lance to sit down. He stepped forward to hold Lance's hand, untied the seaweed belt from Lance's hand, and then picked up a small shell from the side.
Lance took a look, and he saw a pile of dark green seaweed mud inside the shell.
"Where do we get seaweed here?"
Lance looked around restlessly, but didn't see any plants.
Wenser's body stiffened for a moment. He looked down at the shell in his hand and pursed his lips.
"By the way, did the tentacles come in again? The seaweed was put in by the tentacles, right?"
Rainsford was in his heart, and he immediately found the reason.
Wenser breathed a sigh of relief without any trace, he reached out and pulled Lance's fish tail:
"Don't run, come here and get the medicine."
"The tentacles didn't lose their wrists and feet today."
Lance didn't care that his tail fin was pulled, he looked curiously at a certain position.
That position is usually where the tentacles put fresh fleshy arms and legs, but today it was empty.
Thinking of the possibility that he might not have any flesh and feet in the future, Lance felt a little worried:
"What to do, there may be no shelter in the future."
Winsor pulled Lance's tail fin and pulled Lance back. At the same time, his expression was very complicated:
"You want fleshy arms, just let it be a cover?"
"Yup."
Lance didn't have the slightest desire to survive.
"It's delicious too, but I need it to cover that hole."
The corners of Winsor's eyes began to twitch, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Then there are small fish here now, you hunt them yourself."
Lance shook his tail, his ear fins drooped, and his expression was low:
"Oh, then I won't be able to 'clothes, stretch out my hands, and open my mouth' in the future."
His regretful tone successfully caused a vein to pop up on Wenser's forehead.
Lance keenly noticed that a circle of low air pressure was rising around Wenser. Although he didn't know why, Lance didn't speak anymore, he was afraid that Wenser would get angry.
Wenser squinted at Lance, then grabbed Lance's hand and cleaned up the seaweed mud.
Lance took a look and found that all the crooked nails had been pulled out, and the new nails were emerging.
"When I was unconscious before, my hands seemed to hurt a few times."
Lance looked up and asked Wenser, "Did you pull it out for me?"
"Um."
Wenser took out the seaweed mud from the shell to cover the wound, and then tied a knot with a small seaweed belt to prevent the seaweed mud from being carried away by the water flow.
"amazing."
Lance watched the whole process of Wenser applying the medicine to him, and found that these seaweed mud can really exist in the water, unlike ordinary herbs that disperse when they touch water, they are sticky and clumped.
Lance asked enthusiastically:
"Winser, how do you make seaweed mud?"
Wenser fastened the last seaweed belt, and when he heard this question, he gave Lance a meaningful look.
He stuffed the remaining strip of brown seaweed into Lance's mouth:
"Eat it."
Lance chewed a few mouthfuls subconsciously, and was immediately stimulated by the spicy and sticky feeling in his mouth. He spit it out quickly, and then saw a small ball of dark green seaweed mud, dangling in his mouth. It floated out in front of it, and then fell.
Lance: "..."
He seemed to know where the seaweed mud that Winsor painted him came from.
At this time, Wenser continued slowly:
"You spit it out and try again."
Lance choked, and had to carefully chew the seaweed belt in his mouth bit by bit.
He intuitively told himself that if he spit it out again, Winsor might grab what he spit out and force it back for him.
Thinking that the seaweed mud in Wenser's hand might have come from this way, Lance felt a little embarrassed.
He especially wanted to ask Winsor if his guess was right, but looking at Winsor's face, Lance felt he couldn't ask.
Hiss, so spicy.
Lance choked and sneezed several times—
A series of bubbles spit out from Lance's mouth, while Winsor sat aside with a smile in his eyes.
After sitting for a while, Lance couldn't sit still anymore. He swam up to Wenser and proposed again:
"You teach me how to swim."
This time, Wenser refused without finding another reason. He glanced at Lance's hand lightly and said, "Okay."
Lance's eyes lit up, and he expressed his determination to Wenser:
"I will study hard."
Winsor nodded, he motioned to Lance:
"Swim to me first."
Lance nodded. In Wenser's sight, Lance slowly swam around the coral bone. The blue light cast a hazy light on him, like a pearl in the deep sea. Quietly exudes a warm light.
If an outsider was here, he would definitely lament that this scene is like a fairy tale.
The white mermaid's movements are a bit clumsy, but still very graceful.
This is the darling of the sea.
The more beautiful a creature is, the less powerful it is to protect itself, the more possessive it will be.
Winsor's eyes flickered slightly.
Lance swam around, turned around and saw Winsor watching him quietly, he asked curiously:
"Winser?"
"continue. "
Wenser said calmly, "Hurry up."
Lance nodded, and simply let go a little, let his instincts go, and swung the fish's tail faster and faster.
It's an amazing feeling, Lance finds, and he can't think about his fishtail:
Once he deliberately thinks about how to swing the fish tail, his fish tail will be stiff and will not obey;
But once he emptied his mind, his movements would be very smooth.
Lance moved faster and faster.
After staring at it for a moment, Wenser swung the fish's tail and chased after it.
"Winser?"
Lance originally wanted to go around the coral bone to check the situation, but he didn't know why Wenser suddenly followed up, covered his body, and hugged his waist.
Wenser rubbed his chin against Lance's chin, his expression became excited, and he even stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked Lance's ear fins.
When Lance was very surprised and was about to struggle, Wenser suddenly swung the tail of the fish and swam quickly. The speed was so fast that Lance instantly forgot the embarrassment in his heart.
Wenser stared at Lance's focused and confused look below him, he smiled slightly, put his lips into Lance's ear fins, and whispered intermittently:
"Remember my actions."
After finishing speaking, Wenser's waist suddenly exerted force and made a sharp turn.
Lance's eyes widened, and he tried to swing the fish tail to keep up with Wenser's rhythm, but it was very difficult, and the fish tail always rubbed and collided with each other accidentally...
Always feel weird.
Lance couldn't help neighing:
"ya—yi—"
Winsor lowered his eyes and slowly slowed down his movements:
"Are you not used to it?"
Accompanied by the panting sound of throat vibrating, the moist hot air from Wenser's mouth sprayed on Lance's neck, itching Lance to shiver.
In the end, Lance couldn't stand it any longer. Taking advantage of Winsor's relaxation, he broke free from his embrace, swam to the side, and explained to Winsor:
"Sorry, I don't really like... this kind of teaching method."
If they weren't of the same gender, Lance always felt that the other party did it on purpose.
Winsor blinked, and he showed a surprised expression:
"If you don't teach it like this, how should you teach it?"
Lance: "..."
Did he really think too much
"I have taught you the general movements."
Winsor said he stretched and swam in the water.
Wenser's swimming speed is very fast, the beautiful fish tail is swinging powerfully, both hands are paddling the water to both sides, and it is effortless to swim upwards in a spiral:
"There are no fleshy arms today...you try to hunt by yourself."
Lance froze for a moment, he looked at the blue flames that filled the sky like stars for a moment, then looked back at his white fish tail, showing a bewildered expression.
For the next three hours, Winsor sat on a high place, watching Lance below continue to try to catch the blue flame.
After tossing around for so long, Lance was a little tired. He was leaning on the coral bone, panting heavily, and up to now, he hadn't caught a single fish.
Just when Lance was about to make persistent efforts, Winsor swam over. He stopped Lance from continuing to hunt, and said to Lance:
"Okay, that's it for today, you need to rest."
"But, I think I'm okay."
Lance was a little anxious and didn't understand,
"And I haven't caught a fish yet, so hungry."
Wenser didn't speak. He raised his eyebrows and pointed at the fleshy wrist at the entrance of the "escape channel".
The fleshy wrist and foot were from the day before yesterday. Although it was not very fresh, it was not broken.
Why do you think Wenser did it on purpose
Lance leaned forward and asked a little obsequiously:
"Winser, have you eaten yet?"
Winsor's lips are slightly hooked:
"ate."
Lance: "..."
How would he answer the rest
Seeing that he couldn't grab a fish from Wenser, Lance could only sigh, and swam to the fleshy wrist and foot. After searching for a long time, he finally found a place where he could put his mouth, and bit it angrily.
On the other side, Winsor has been watching Lance bite his wrists and feet angrily. As he watched, the fish tail couldn't help but sway.
The little fish lying on the fleshy wrists and feet is really cute.
After eating a few mouthfuls, Lance, who was full, thought about it, pushed his fleshy wrists and feet, and rolled to Wenser's side.
Wenser was stunned for a moment. He saw Lance push the fleshy wrist and foot to the position where the tentacles had taken them away, and asked curiously:
"You don't want it to block the hole?"
Lance swam back, and he piled up the scattered pearls next to the entrance of the cave one by one, explaining as he piled up:
"It's too dangerous. When the tentacles come to clean up and take away this fleshy arm and foot, then I will be exposed."
Instead of being exposed like that, it is better to take the initiative and use other things as a cover.
For example, if you use local materials, use pearls.
Winsor watched Lance hold the pearl back and forth several times, and for a moment didn't know what expression to make:
"I thought you liked pearls."
"I like it, of course I like it."
Lance didn't notice that Winsor's tone was a little aggrieved, he said,
"But here is the deep sea, and pearls are like that, occupying a seat, troublesome."
Winsor: "..."
After moving the pearls, Lance kept one on purpose.
Winsor's eyes lit up:
"You still have one left."
Lance clapped his hands and said:
"Of course I have to keep one, lest that tentacle ask me to play the game of throwing pearls again."
He paused and came to a conclusion:
"I didn't expect that tentacle to be so childish."
This pearl is specially designed to fool the tentacles.
Winsor: "..."
"Hey, Wenser, you don't look very well, what's wrong?"
"… nothing."