Diary of Raising a Mermaid

What is the pain, Lance thinks, he still has five nails, it is better to continue digging the escape route.

Thinking about it this way, Lance felt that he was truly epic and tough.

What is becoming a mermaid? What is it to be imprisoned as a pet by an octopus? What is a split nail?

Everything is not a problem!

But in fact, no matter how tough mentally, the body still honestly reflects the discomfort.

Lance's webbed claws were inflamed.

And because of the inflammation of the webbed claws, Lance didn't bother to eat, and he moved less and less.

So, one day, when the tentacles were about to feed again, it found that the amputee that had been 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 Xiaoyu ran away.

It wandered around the coral bones anxiously, and finally remembered that Lance had dug an escape route by himself before.

The tentacles hurriedly climbed to the fleshy arms and legs and moved them away, but unexpectedly saw a little white veil-like tail fin floating out of the hole.

If it can be anthropomorphic, the tentacle is afraid to sigh for a long time.

After finding Lance, the tentacle tried to touch Lance's tail fin, and wanted Lance to come out by himself.

However, the little fish that usually jumps alive when touched, this time it didn't react to the tentacle at all.

The floating tail fin just hangs like this, drifting with the current, as if dead.

The tentacles naturally thought of the worst result.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the tentacles split out a few tiny tentacles and extended from the hole.

After grabbing Lance's body, the tentacles carefully dragged the little fish out of the narrow hole.

Lance is sick.

This is the conclusion reached by the tentacle.

The little white mermaid has always been energetic and full of curiosity. Even if he is frightened, he will try to stubbornly do what he thinks he should do.

For it decayed in the torrent of time, the lively white mermaid has great appeal.

And now, this fresh life is slowly withering.

The white mermaid was lying on the white sea sand, with a light pink on his body.

If it is normal, the white mermaid should be pure white and flawless, and every scale exudes a bright light, but now, its little fish is not only feverish, but the scales on the waist have also dropped a few pieces, revealing Flesh and blood below.

The tentacle tentatively touched Lance's back, but for that matter, Lance still hadn't woken up yet.

The tentacles checked, and finally found that the culprit was the nail that Lance had chopped on his fingertips.

This stubborn little fish, even if it hurts itself, still wants to escape from the great cause.

Now the nails were bloody, but he didn't care at all.

To this day, Lance finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Probably because of a sense of security, Lance secretly hid himself in a small hole before he fell into a coma.

The tentacle once again felt the smallness and fragility of other lives.

"Ai—ya—"

In the coma, Lance muttered a few words unconsciously, the tentacle heard it, and it went around and touched Lance's face lightly.

The cold and sticky feeling made Lance frown even when he was asleep.

The tentacles "look" for a moment, and finally leave gently.

…

Time did not know how long had passed, and Lance woke up.

During the coma, Lance always felt uncomfortable. He seemed to be roasted by someone on the fire, sadly in front of a grilled fish.

The person who roasted him still couldn't control the heat, and Lance always felt that one side was particularly hot, and the other side was terribly cold.

Lance was so confused, he couldn't consciously think about how to grill the best fish in his mind.

He felt that he was moved. Did the grilled fish turn over?

What to add without cumin at this time?

Then, he felt that his hand suddenly hurt, but because of the fever, all the senses were dull, so Lance just thought in a daze that it was time to cut the fins of the grilled fish.

Finally, a little coolness covered his fingertips, and that little coolness instantly flowed into the body along the blood from the fingertips, eliminating the warmth.

Finally, Lance let out a long sigh of relief.

Is the grilled fish finished? Drinking a glass of ice cola at this time is indeed the most enjoyable thing.

After that, Lance's consciousness finally relaxed. It turned into a small fish and disappeared into the darkness.

Wake up now, Lance finds himself in 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 refreshing smell came from his fingertips.

Under the brown seaweed is a layer of seaweed mud.

These are all made by tentacles?

Lance was surprised, he didn't think the tentacles could do such a delicate work.

In addition to being wrapped in seaweed, there was a small knot on the fingertips.

With more and more doubts in his mind, Lance sneaked out of the anemone.

He first took a look at the fleshy arms and feet, and found that after the fleshy arms and feet were still in place, Lance finally let go of the heart that Lance had been holding, and then he began to turn his gaze, and glanced up—

At that glance, Lance held his breath.

Above the coral bones, I don't know when there was a blue flame.

To be precise, it is a transparent fish with blue fluorescence in its body.

Surrounded by ring-shaped coral bones, the shadows of fishes floated by, and the blue light formed a cloud-like shadow, twisting and turning in the sea, turning this place into a strange and dreamlike Alice in Wonderland.

And Lance couldn't help but look at him, and it was a figure in this 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 veil-like tail fin is very long, but compared to him, it is more exaggerated, floating in the sea, and from a distance, it is like a strand of ink floating in the water.

When the black scales on the tail of the fish swayed, it reflected a layer of purple light, abruptly adding a hint of evil.

Lance's gaze extended, and he could see from the opponent's gently swinging the fish's tail, whether it was the opponent's waist or the undulating muscles on the fish's tail stretched between swings, shaped like a bowstring ready to go. , Full of the unique power of the beast.

Soon after Lance stared at him, the black mermaid immediately looked down at Lance as if feeling something.

Lance blinked below, looking in a daze. For a while, he wondered if it was an illusion.

He didn't know whether to call the other party his own kind.

On the contrary, the other party is very interested in Lance. He has been silent, swinging his tail, turning his body, and sinking slowly.

As he sank, a blue flame was also brought down.

The black mermaid, holding a blue flame, came to Lance.

The poor little fish was caught in front of Lance. It kept shining in the sea. Even if it was released by the black mermaid, it did not dare to slip away. Instead, it stayed in front of Lance. Dare not move.

Lance: "..."

He tilted his head, he was more interested in the black mermaid than the little fish.

With the blue light, Lance finally got close, and was able to carefully see the appearance of the black-tailed mermaid.

It was a face that Lance couldn't describe.

It's not that the face is so beautiful, but what I have to admit is that the black-tailed mermaid is more stunning than Lance has ever seen any human being.

His profile and facial features are just right in every place, completely in line with the golden ratio, perfectly blending the edge and the classic. However, because it is so perfect, this face doesn't look like a human face.

After watching it for a long time, Lance couldn't think of any suitable words to admire, and a question came to mind—

Isn't this black mermaid really a demon wearing a beautiful skin to take him to hell?

The black-tailed mermaid saw Lance in a daze instead of catching the little fish. He tilted his head, thinking Lance was picky, so he picked up the little fish shining with blue flames and swiped his left hand. That fish became several crystal fish fillets.

Immediately, Lance felt something cold and soft touching 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 out a strange fragrance of melons and fruits.

fillet?

Conquered by this strange taste, Lance immediately took the piece of fish, like a bird waiting to be fed, eagerly biting the fish fillet that was delivered.

The dark figure in front of him let out a chuckle, and after feeding several times, he stretched out his finger, tentatively trying to touch Lance's face.

After a bit of coolness on his face, Lance remembered what he should do, so he chewed a few times, swallowed the fillets in his mouth, and asked eagerly:

"Zi—"

who are you?

The black-tailed mermaid spoke slowly, uttering a few syllables.

Amazingly, Lan Simming heard the black-tailed mermaid utter a few monosyllabic syllables similar to him, but in Lance's ears, what the black-tailed mermaid was talking to him turned into Mandarin.

The black-tailed mermaid said:

"You can call me'Wincer'."

Lance was shocked. After a while, his eyes were shining:

"My name is Lance."

He was so happy that he had forgotten everything, and then he 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, and went around the black-tailed mermaid as cheerful as a puppy.

People are like this, no matter how dangerous the situation is, as long as you find the same kind, it seems like you can share the danger and fear.

The black-tailed mermaid's eyes showed a smile, and he sighed:

"It looks like your illness is cured."

Lance was stunned for a moment, and he reacted:

"You gave me the medicine?"

The black-tailed mermaid, that is, Winsor nodded.

Lance looked down at his fingers.

After a while, Lance lowered his head, and his long white tail fin fell on the sand, with a low expression:

"I am sorry."

Wencer tilted his head, he touched Lance lightly with his fishtail, and asked:

"what's happenin?"

Lance raised his head suddenly, his face flushed:

"Sorry, you must have been caught 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.

In this respect, Lance believes that he must have killed Wencer!

Hearing this, Winser blinked his eyes, his expression was blank for a moment:

"..."

His little fish is really lively.