Probably because the Lingman tribe had endured it, Meng Li didn't scream in pain this time.
After finishing, Meng Li thanked the fish man just like he thanked the leader of the Lingman clan.
The fishman also politely asked them to stay as guests and taste the delicious food in the deep sea.
However, he was rejected by Po Luo.
Meng Li got on the sedan chair again and followed Po Luo and the others out of the deep sea. He felt very uncomfortable and wanted to sleep again.
Before going to bed, she still wanted to talk to Shi Fanling, so she said, "Fortunately, I have you by my side."
"Where's the best place?" Shi Fanling looked at the beautiful scales in his hand.
Meng Li said: "If you weren't around, I wouldn't have anything to say."
"I don't think those wizards are willing to chat with me." She smiled weakly.
Shi Fanling hummed and said, "I'm a little self-aware."
"And without you, I would probably have to be dragged away by them. How could there be such a comfortable sedan." Meng Li's hand touched the soft material under his body.
Shifanling said: "I guess they will prepare something for you to carry you away when they see you are so weak."
"They don't put in much effort anyway, so they don't have to be so stingy."
Meng Li nodded: "Maybe."
The witches and wizards are so strong, it looks like they have a lot of strength. Besides, the vast world is not a place that talks about strength, but a place that talks about strength. With just a little bit of strength, there is no burden to carry this sedan.
So she sat without any burden.
Every time I take in my strength, I become so weak that I need to recuperate.
"By the way, I can feel it." Meng Li said to Shifanling: "I didn't feel anything strange when I accepted the power of the Lingman tribe before. Now that there are two races of power in my body, I feel like I have a little more body. Something, very uncomfortable.”
"It's normal." Shi Fanling was still looking at his scales.
Meng Li's tired eyelids almost closed, but she couldn't help but tease Shifanling. She said, "Why do you always look at the scales?"
"Could it be that a girl from the fish tribe gave it to you just now?"
Shi Fan Ling: "... I... and the fish?"
Meng Li: "Isn't it possible?"
Shifanling: "I still think it's better for you to sleep."
"Then I'll sleep." Meng Li was too tired and sleepy. She seemed to have foreseen her future life, where she would have to endure inhuman pain every day when she woke up, and then go to sleep.
Repeatedly, it is painful for a long time.
However, she felt a rare peace of mind. She hoped that things would go well and that the sword would be successfully forged, and then the shaman would get new guidance to solve the problem of Devastation.
She closed her eyes for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable in the sea of consciousness. Maybe not long after she woke up, she couldn't sleep again, and she tossed and turned in pain.
Opening her eyes and looking at Shifanling, she asked, "Are these fish scales so beautiful?"
"show me."
The Shifan Ling was handed to Meng Li, and Meng Li took it. The fish scales were a little warm, as if it was not the body temperature of the Shifan Ling, but its own temperature. It smelled a little fishy and had a strange fragrance, but Not heavy at all.
The scales were very thick. Meng Li found an angle and there were even spots of light on them. They were so beautiful.
This scale was different from the scales on other murlocs. Meng Li remembered that when he got off the sedan just now, the murlocs on their faces were not as colorful as this scale.
Before even having time to take a good look at their clan's land, Po Luo shouted and left.
"Did you pull it off someone else's face?" Meng Li asked.
Shi Fanling glanced at Meng Li and said, "Am I such a rough person?"
"When you see beauty, ask them for something, and they will naturally give it to you."
Meng Li was silent for a few seconds, then pulled the scales off the fishman's face and asked them to pull them out with their own hands.
Feeling that it was a bit pitiful to be favored by Shi Fan Ling, Shi Fan Ling took the scales from Meng Li's hand and said, "What are you thinking about? I gave them things in exchange. I never take things from others in vain."
"That's great." Meng Li smiled, feeling very tired. She closed her eyes and had no energy to speak.
But I still couldn't fall asleep despite tossing and turning.
After a while, she opened her eyes again, and just as she was about to speak, Shi Fanling said, "Why didn't I realize you were so talkative before?"
Meng Li lost the desire to speak for a moment, probably because her soul was very uncomfortable. She suddenly felt aggrieved. She turned over and said, "Then I won't speak."
"Tell me, can you fall asleep if I don't tell you?" Shi Fanling said.
Meng Li: "Don't tell me."
"You are not allowed to talk to me if you don't tell me." Shi Fanling curled his lips.
Meng Li: "Don't tell me."
"The temper is not small." Shi Fanling smiled.
Meng Li ignored him and slowly fell asleep. However, he woke up not long after falling asleep. She was still in the sedan chair, and it seemed that she had not reached her next destination yet.
The discomfort all over her body had not dissipated, but Meng Li could barely sit up. She felt uncomfortable lying down for a long time. When she got up, she saw Shi Fanling holding a hairpin in his hand.
The material on it seems to be those beautiful scales.
The scales were beautiful originally, but after being decorated and modified by Shi Fanling's skillful hands, they became even more beautiful.
"Does it look good?" Shifan Ling was handed to Meng Li. Meng Li thought about what happened before going to bed and felt a little depressed. She shook her head and said, "You don't want to talk to me? You don't want to see it."
"Why, do people become squeamish once they feel uncomfortable?" Shi Fanling asked with a smile.
Meng Libie began: "Not really."
But it is true that I feel like I am sick, and now I am still a little angry.
Even she felt inexplicable.
Or maybe he put everything aside and began to want to be his true self in the last period of his life, and wanted to be more arbitrary, so that it would not be a loss if he died in the end.
"Okay, show me." Meng Li still stretched out his hand, and Shi Fanling handed the hairpin to Meng Li's hand. Meng Li looked at it again and again.
"How is it?" Shi Fanling asked.
Meng Li said: "I have too little knowledge and can't find any good adjectives. I can only say beautiful."
"Do you like it?" Shi Fanling asked.
Meng Lixiao, are women resistant to this kind of thing
beautiful.
Seeing her smile, Shi Fanling stood up, picked up the hairpin from Meng Li's hand, put it on Meng Li's head with his own hands, and said, "This is for you."
"When I saw that fish before, I thought it would be very suitable for making a hairpin."
Meng Li: "It turns out that I had a plan for a long time."
She stretched out her hand and touched the hairpin. Before she could appreciate it carefully, it was put on her head. Shifanling said: "Put it on. If you wear it, if you are by my side every day, I will be able to live happily." Enjoy my masterpiece every day.”
"Okay." Meng Li smiled: "Thank you."
"You have a heart."
"Anyway, I have nothing to do. Let's make some time to make some time." Shi Fanling said.
He took out a mirror and asked Meng Li to look at her in the mirror.