Diary of Raising a Mermaid

Chapter 8

After not knowing how long Lance woke up, he opened his eyes and looked up—

It is still a faint blue.

Lance looked down at the endless sea bottom.

As a human being, living on land has long been accustomed to rising and setting sun, and here is always the same, for Lance, it is more like hell.

Lance sat up, only then did he realize that he was the only one in the anemone.

“Winser?”

Lance was a little strange not seeing Wencer. He swam out of the anemone and saw Wencer floating above him, staring at the empty mouth where the coral bones were piled up.

What is this doing?

Lance was a little curious. He swayed his fishtail and staggered to Winsor’s side and asked:

“What are you looking at?”

Wencer retracted his gaze, he shook his head:

“It’s nothing.”

Lance blinked, and he followed Wencer’s gaze, looking for these little blue fishes.

But after watching, Lance realized a problem:

“Wow, they are all here. Didn’t any of them go out?”

There are gaps between the coral bones, but even if he and Winsor did not eat, these little fish did not take advantage of the gaps to get out.

Wencer was on the side, watching the change of Lance’s expression all the time, his pupils were bright and deep, and the white figure was reflected in the disappearance:

“Perhaps for them, it’s better to go out and stay here.”

The white mermaid being watched didn’t know it, he was like a dance, with a white veil-like tail fin floating in the sea.

Lance pursed his lips: “That’s them stupid.”

Lance turned vigilantly along the coral bones. Through the crevices of the coral bones, Lance did not see any traces of the “tentacles”. He was a little confused, and then he asked Winser:

“Winther, do you see the tentacles?”

Wencer was a little surprised:

“Don’t you hate it? Why do you mention it again?”

“I’m just a little weird.”

Lance let out a bubble and said,

“When I was alone before, that tentacle looked at me every day… It hasn’t appeared for so long now… What do you say it is doing?”

Wencer was silent.

After a while, Winser coughed softly and said seriously:

“It’s something.”

Afterwards, Winser changed the subject and asked:

“You said you always wanted to go out, then, have you ever thought about what you will face after going out? What are you going to do?”

Lance turned his head, hesitated, and smiled at Winsor:

“I don’t know… but I want to see the ocean by myself.”

Wencer sighed, he seemed to be watching a naughty child:

“The danger of the sea is much greater than you think… Stay here, you and I face everything, okay?”

Lance wiggled his tail. He swam closer curiously, brushed his tail fin over Wensel’s body, and smiled:

“I didn’t say that I went out alone, I walked with you… If we are together, we won’t be afraid.”

Wencer didn’t expect to receive this answer. He stared at Lance in front of him with complicated eyes:

“Will you be with me?”

“Of course I do. In such a big world, I must have a companion, otherwise it would be too lonely.”

While saying this, Lance tried to recall the things Wencer taught yesterday.

When he turned around, Lance saw Wencer and was startled, as if he had discovered a new world, and said in surprise:

“Winser, is your tail red?”

Wencer calmed down, he flicked his tail, and replied:

“The light reflects, you have an illusion.”

“Oh.”

Lance looked down at his white tail, and sighed that the other party’s black tail was indeed much more beautiful than his.

“When will I be considered to be a teacher?”

Lance swam around and asked.

Wencer groaned for a while. He glanced at the nearby blue flame and said:

“You have to learn to hunt… When you can catch these fish by yourself, it will prove that you are a master.”

“it is good.”

Lance turned his tail enthusiastically, and plunged one end into the school of fish. The blue flame was immediately dissipated by Lance, and the fading fluorescence was shining in the narrow space.

“It’s so lively.”

Watching Lance “ravaging” in the coral bones, Wincer’s lips slightly cocked.

While hunting in Lance, Winsor slowly swam to the height of the coral bones, sat somewhere, lowered his head, and watched Lance’s every move condescendingly.

At the beginning, Lance still did the same useless work as before, letting the blue flame slip away from his palm every time.

And because his actions were too rude, he directly hit the coral bones wrapped around him several times, and the noise made Wencer couldn’t help frowning.

However, Winser did not intervene in the end.

His little fish is growing.

Lance gradually moved the fish tail and adjusted his posture awkwardly before learning what Wencer had taught him.

His learning ability is very strong, just relying on memory, Lance has memorized all of Wencer’s movement skills, and completed the repetition.

Now Lance just needs time to accumulate some experience.

After three full hours, Lance was finally able to increase his speed to a phantom. He learned how to use every muscle on the fish’s tail to blend himself in the current.

He moved to the blue flame in an instant, and his sharp nails slammed into the place where the blue flame was, and caught a small fish.

This is his first successful hunting.

Lance was as happy as a child. He grabbed the fish in his hand and swam in circles below. Finally, remembering that Wencer was still looking at him from above, he took the small fish and swam to the top. , As if offering a treasure to Wencer, handed the little fish up:

“Xiao Hei, look.”

“Ok?”

“I was wrong.”

Lance was annoyed by how he blurted out, and immediately changed his words.

“Wincer, look.”

“Ok.”

There was a smile in Winsor’s eyes. He took the fish in Lance’s hand, divided it into several pieces, and then handed it to Lance one piece. He kept one piece for himself, and discarded the rest.

Lance took the fish fillet in his hand in a daze. The fish was perfectly separated, and the white fish flesh reflected a bright luster. He asked:

“Don’t want the rest? That’s not good.”

Wencer ate the fish pieces in his hand and gave Lance a ridiculous smile:

“Why can’t we do this?”

Lance: “…”

Silently chewing the fish fillets in his hand, Lance realized in a daze that it seemed that the status of the mermaid was higher than he thought, and he was qualified to be so self-willed.

Wencer kept watching Lance eating the fish fillets. After Lance finished eating, he suddenly stepped forward, reached out his hand to touch Lance’s shoulder, and asked:

“Does it hurt?”

“what?”

Lance followed Wencer’s gaze and saw that there was a big wound on his shoulder, without bleeding, the epidermis turned outward, and a white membrane was covering the turned flesh.

Lance was surprised, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and when his hand touched, the white membrane shattered, revealing the new tender flesh underneath:

“Wow, I’m so good.”

“Ok.”

Winsor was amused by Lance’s words. He approached Lance and stroked Lance’s shoulder affectionately.

Feeling the temperature on his shoulders, Lance blinked his eyes to recover. He raised his head to look at Wencer and asked in confusion:

“Mermaid, are they all like this?”

Wencer nodded.

“That’s great.”

Lance’s tone was high, and he flicked his tail excitedly.

“But this doesn’t mean you can get hurt at will.”

Wencer warned.

“I know, after all, there is only one life.”

Lance smiled.

Lance glanced at Wencer, and enthusiastically suggested to Wencer:

“Winther, I can swim, in that case, let’s swim out from above the coral bones while the tentacles are not there.”

Winsor: “…”

Looking at Lance, who was eager to try, Wencer had an urge to rub his temples.

Winsel faintly said:

“Not urgent.”

While he said these words, his tone seemed casual, but at the same time, the corners of his lips curled up, deepening the seemingly non-essential smile on his face, like a sarcasm and a sneer.

Langston gave a moment.

“There are more than all kinds outside…”

Winsor paused, and finally used the last word, “Monster.”

Then he said: “You can’t stand the black storm outside.”

“what?”

Lance doesn’t understand, it’s deep sea, why is there still a storm?

Wensel did not rush to answer, he looked up and said to himself:

“It’s almost here.”

Lance:?

He looked up suspiciously. On the faint blue water before, suddenly it was as if thick black ink had been splashed, and the black unknown substance was gradually infiltrating from a distance.

The blue flame fishes in the coral bones were also uneasy. They formed schools of fish inside the coral bones, and they flew up and down frantically inside the coral bones. The fireworks were extinguished, and the flickering frequency was much faster than before.

“Let’s go.”

Wencer didn’t explain anything, but pulled Lance back into the anemone.

The tentacles of the sea anemone are much harder than before, and they no longer sway with the sea water, but gather up like a flower bone.

Lance was lying among the anemones, smelling an unpleasant rust on the tip of his nose, and the sea water between his breath also changed its taste and became sour.

“coming.”

Wencer said to Lance suddenly.

The clear water roared, mixed with a whirlpool formed by black fragments, and moved.

At this moment, the sea water turned dull red, as if soaked in blood.

The white coral bones were scraped by the whirlpool, and the surface was gradually blackened. The small fishes that were clearly shining were entangled by the whirlpool. The black fragments in the whirlpool were like blades. On the bones.

Lance hid in the sea anemone, listening to the sound of the black storm raging here, scared to move.

And Wincer, lying comfortably beside Lance, stroking Lance’s hair, explained:

“This is the black storm.”

This was the first time Lance knew that a storm would happen under the sea.