When Wincer woke up the next day, he found himself back in the cabin.

Consciousness... seems to be invaded.

Wencer sat up, rubbed his temples, and kept reminiscing in his mind what the other body was doing before he went into a coma.

Sure enough, it should have been assimilated in one go.

Wencer couldn't help sighing.

The identity of his other body is both sensitive and easy to use, and since Wencer is mainly with Lance now, after several weighings, Wencer has not completely assimilated and swallowed that body.

Wencer had a hunch that that body would be used someday.

And the result of no assimilation is that certain reactions of the body will affect this side.

Especially in terms of spirit, this is not the first time Wencer and the body's consciousness have been invaded.

The previous few times can be ignored, but this time the intensity of the invasion is much greater than the previous one, so that Wencer is unprepared, there is a gap in his consciousness, and the physical reaction is a sudden coma.

However, those humans are really bold.

Thinking of this, Wincer couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

After so many years, human beings are still so arrogant.

"Winser? Are you awake?"

A white mermaid swam through the window of the abandoned cabin, and Lance came in with a fillet in his hand.

Seeing Winser wake up, Lance's eyes narrowed with joy:

"Great, I thought you were going to sleep another day."

Lance approached, passed the fillet in his hand to Wincer, and then went out in a hurry, saying before leaving:

"Lie down, I will hunt you down."

Without waiting for Wencer to say anything, Lance swam out again.

Wencer was stunned for a moment. He looked at the fish fillet in his hand, took a bite, and found that it tasted good.

It must have taken Lance a lot of work to find this kind of fish.

Unexpectedly, he has always been feeding Lance, and now Lance is feeding him.

Wencer felt a little melancholy as he ate the crystal-clear fish fillet in his hand.

As Wencer had guessed, the fish that Wencer was eating now were hard to catch.

It was a long time before Lance swam in with a dark blue fish.

Lance looked frustrated:

"Sorry, I can only catch this one."

This dark blue fish is only as long as his forearm, but it is very difficult to catch in the ocean.

Just looking for this kind of fish, Lance rummaged about five miles, only to find two fishes.

I am still tired and half dead.

After catching some other fish casually on the road to fill his stomach, Lance immediately dragged the dark blue fish to the cabin where Winsor was asleep.

He dared not stay away from Winser for too long.

The reason why Lance spends so much time looking for the dark blue fish is because Lance thinks that he wants to raise Lance as a sick person, so the sick person must eat well.

So Lance ran to ask Quirrell for advice, knowing that this fish tasted good.

Tests have proved that this deep blue fish tastes really good, but the only drawback is that it is difficult to catch.

In the process of looking for this fish, Lance had another wonderful harvest——

He unexpectedly discovered that the hermit crab really came to look for Quirrell.

He seems to have witnessed the birth of a strange friendship.

The hermit crab Li Yunlong's ups and downs, and Quirrell's crazy rock-and-roll drum beat, is really a fire.

Quirrell: [Do I knock it well? 】

Hermit Crab: [It sounds like a feather. Laozi's pliers knocked casually, and they knocked better than you. It's terrible to have no culture. 】

Quirrell: [Fart, you won't appreciate it. 】

Hermit Crab: [You **** knock on that shell is called a musical instrument, yedi, do you want to appreciate the fart? 】

Qi Luo was so angry that he changed his color: [You have the ability to go. 】

The hermit crab sneered: [If I'm not too big to knock, what's the matter with you? 】

Quirrell: [You come! 】

Hermit Crab: [A xx, I teach you what rhythm is, you wait! 】

After speaking, the hermit crab wielded its tongs and knocked on its "shell". The sound was really half of what Lance had knocked before.

Quirrell: [...]

The hermit crab will also make different sounds according to different parts of the "shell". Adjust the knocking position by yourself, a proper genius.

Even Lance, who was on the sidelines, had to sigh with emotion that hermit crabs deserved to be born with pincers.

Of course, Lance could only express sympathy for the broken-hearted Quirrell, and then turned around relentlessly to find the dark blue fish.

Both of them "played" well and should be fine.

The teacher didn't bother to make friends with two kindergarten children.

So, after learning that this dark blue fish was delicious from Quirrell, Lance ran away, ignoring that Quirrell almost tore up with the hermit crab.

"I shouldn't be able to tear it up."

Time went back to the present, Lance told Winser about Quirrell, and finally said,

"I think they played well."

Wencer's eyes softened, he stretched out his hand and touched Lance

'S face, said:

"I'm full, you can eat this fish."

"Who are you lie to, the previous fish fillets can't be stuffed between the teeth."

Lance despised it. As he said, he tore the dark blue fish into fillets, and then stuffed it into Winsor’s mouth.

"I have finished eating, this fish is for you, ah, open your mouth."

Wincer could only passively accept the fish fillets that were smashed up.

"Winser, what the **** is going on with you?"

Lance folded his arms around his chest, as if "you don't say anything, you'll be tortured" posture.

"For my own reasons, give me a period of time and I will get better on my own."

Wencer was helpless.

He couldn't tell Lance directly that this body resonated with the other body, and now he is adapting to two different bodies.

If you say it directly, I'm afraid Lance will come up with a series of strange things.

After listening to Wencer's explanation, Lance said he was not very happy.

How can this be an explanation?

Basically, I didn't say anything.

But just like what Wencer said, Lance actually doesn't know anything about mermaid creatures, and even swimming requires Wencer's teaching;

In this case, it is better to believe in Wencer's reason.

"Well, since you said so, that's it."

Lance compromised, and he asked worriedly, "When will you be better?"

"Give me a week."

Wencer stepped forward, took Lance's cheek, and said softly.

"After a week, I will settle my business."

Lance blinked and looked at Wencer's face close at hand. His breathing was choked. For some reason, Wenser's face in front of him overlapped with Wen Yu's face again. For a while, he couldn't tell the difference. Whether the person in front of him was Winser or Wen Yu, subconsciously, he called out that name:

"Wen Yu..."

Wencer was stunned for a moment.

And Lance immediately came back to his senses, he was so guilty that he immediately broke free from Wencer's hungry hands, and then slapped him frantically.

"You made a mistake by accident. Your surname is Wen and you are another fish. Isn't it Wen Yu? Hahahaha."

He talked more and more, and finally blushed and became incoherent.

"Lance."

Seeing that the little fish in front of him was about to panic, Winser reluctantly stopped Lance, who was still making up his reasons.

Lance raised his head and looked at Wencer nervously:

"Any thing else?"

"No."

Wencer didn't care about Lance calling his name by mistake, and even felt a little bit happy in his heart. Of course, he didn't show it on his face, but told Lance what to do next.

"Lance, I need to rest recently... that is to say, I have to fall asleep here and rest... just one week."

"During this time, don't be afraid, I have been...just asleep...it's okay."

"You don't need to worry about me... Yes... and you don't need to be by my side all the time... If you want to go out, just go around here more... What's the matter, look for Quirrell..."

Wencer lay in the cabin, where he and Lance carefully arranged the nest.

Although a little crude, this is the best nest they can do in the sea.

When Lance was speaking at Winsor, he kept looking at Winsor quietly. He held one of Winsor's hands. Although it looked like a happy little fish on the surface, Winsor knew that Lance was very scared. , And panic.

"Don't be afraid, my little fish."

Wencer stroked Lance's hair and said, "Even if you reach the end of the world, I will find you back."

In fact, Winser also considered whether or not to imprison Lance during the time he was sleeping.

There are so many cabins here, if you want to imprison Lance, it’s even easier than in coral bones——

Find a cabin that Lance prefers, trick Lance into it, and then use your tentacles to seal all possible doors and windows.

Winser could even let Quirrell do the work without taking a shot.

However, Wincer was reluctant.

He knew that Lance could not be trapped. In that case, it was better to let Lance be so free and swim happily in the bottom of the sea.

As long as he opened his eyes a week later, he could see Lance.

"That said, you will be fine in a week."

Lance quickly agreed, "A week later, when you wake up, we will go to see the ocean together. You must not leave me alone."

"Ok."

Wencer smiled, his eyes were narrow when he looked at Lance, and he wanted to engrave Lance's appearance in his heart.

His little fish, the white little fish, finally made him appear a different color in his dark dream.

...

After Winser and Lance finished speaking, they fell asleep directly.

Lance leaned forward and watched carefully for a while, and he was relieved after he was sure that Wencer was still snorting.

Fortunately, Winser is really not dead.

Lance looked around blankly, and when he was sure that he was really the only one left, he was puzzled.

He didn't know what to do.

Because not

You stayed with Wenser, and Lance swam out of the cabin after a short while with Wencer.

Lance thought for a while and swam to Quirrell to see if the hermit crabs were torn up. It turned out that Quirrell was annoyed that he couldn't talk about hermit crabs, but became half the original size and began to move tentacles with the hermit crabs. Come;

And the hermit crab is worthy of being a Li Yunlong-like character. After Quillo came to fight, it didn't instigate at all, and went straight up with two tongs. The two sea monsters fought back and forth, which was really fierce.

Lance hid aside, he watched these two huge sea monsters making waves on the bottom of the sea——

The two huge sea monsters, the tentacle monster and the crab monster fought, and bumped into countless shipwrecks during the fight, and suddenly fell between the shipwrecks, making a sound of "jingle bells and nuts", which was really noisy.

Commercial blockbusters.

Compared with the sea monster battle in front of him, Godzilla is a fart. The scene is a fully immersive 5d viewing mode.

Lance only hated not having popcorn in his hands now.

[Don’t crash! 】

When he was about to hit these shipwrecks for the nth time, Quirrell finally couldn't help but yelled, [Fuck, don't you know that the special said that no noise is allowed? 】

The hermit crab's movements became stiff, it turned its body with difficulty, aimed at the open space next to it, and then continued to use up the big move just now——

Tarzan is overwhelming!

Quirrell, who happened to be stuck on top of the hermit crab's head, was suddenly pressed to the bottom of the sea by the whole hermit crab.

Then, there was another chaos on the bottom of the sea, mixed with hermit crabs and Quirrell's curses.

Lance smashed his mouth, looking at the pincers of the hermit crab that had fallen in the distance, reluctantly.

He hasn't eaten such big crab claws yet.

But watching the dust inside, Lance struggled for a while, and still didn't pick up the crab claws, because he was afraid of being injured by mistake.

After observing for a while, Lance swam back, and he began to sort out the various items that Quirrell had searched out of the sunken ship before. He wanted to give it a try to see if he could find the rest.

After returning to the debris pile, Lance couldn't help but stare at the pile of things piled up--

In fact, these things are not so much relics as they are now a pile of rubbish.

A pile of garbage no one knew.

Lance looked at these things, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He swam over and began to organize these things.

Lance did not directly discard the clothes in the suitcase, but put them all in a small shipwreck.

He also didn't know why he wanted to do this. In the sea water, he actually didn't need clothes at all, but he still kept it away.

Some beautiful bottles and some jewelry were found by Lance from the corner.

He looked at these shiny things, wiped them clean with webbed claws, thought for a moment, and brought the shiny things back to the cabin where Wencer was asleep.

Perhaps Wencer was right, the mermaid just liked these shiny things.

In addition to these, Lance also found some bullets and guns.

Lance: "..."

Given that he already knew the inside story of the ship, Lance treated these bullets as shiny little things and put them in the bottle for decoration.

These bullets have been soaked in the sea for so many days, it must be useless.

Lance sighed, might as well have a lighter.

Just as Lance began to sort out some of the books he had collected, thinking about whether to bring these book collections to the island above and dry them, Quirrell's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Quirrell's tone was very low, sounding a little unhappy:

【teacher? 】

Lance looked up and was frightened.

Quirrell had become the size of a fist, and his whole body was red, looking nothing.

However, it is very problematic for the fist-sized eighteen tentacle monsters to drag a crab claw that is ten times the size of its body!

[You guys... are you finished talking? 】

Lance glanced at the crab claws, finally entangled and asked.

[That's it. 】

Quirrell was still unhappy. He put the crab claws beside Lance and said awkwardly, [I thought about it, anyway, this thing is also left, I will drag it over and give it to you. 】

Does Quirrell do this, does the hermit crab know?

Lance thought about this question, and asked in a wicked way:

[Aren't you going to eat it? 】

[It’s weird to eat my friends. 】

Quirrell shook his tentacles and made a motion of scratching his head.

Too.

Lance thought for a while and nodded.

[Teacher, do you mind having one more student tomorrow? 】

Quirrell rubbed his tentacles embarrassedly. [That hermit crab, I think it's not bad. 】

After speaking, Quirrell immediately added another sentence:

[Although its technology is not as good as mine. 】

It seemed that the two sea monsters didn't know that Lance had spied the entire journey.

[That's it... But how can I teach a hermit crab so big? 】

Lance deliberately prolonged his voice, as if to refuse.

[Don’t worry, hermit crab

I'm just listening, I won't come up to beat the drums. 】

Quirrell quickly helped find a reason.

【Wait for you to teach me, I will teach him again. 】

[Oh~~ That's it. 】

Lance looked at Quirrell's eyes subtle, [You guys have a good relationship. 】

His eyes fell on the crab claws in the distance and said: [Is this the tuition for hermit crabs? 】

Quirrell began to redden in layers, wow, like a warning light, flashing wildly:

【You think too much! I just think it's a rock seedling, cultivated intentionally, it should thank me! ! ! 】

Then he panicked and explained the origin of the pliers:

[This tongs... was dropped by the hermit crab, I picked it up, I didn't give it to you on purpose! 】

Wow, the relationship is so good.

Lance began to think about whether he should help the sea monster to form a band.

This band might still be the first undersea rock and heavy metal band in the future.

The only pity is that many musical instruments that can only be played on land, only shells are left underwater, which is really a pity.

Seeing that Lance did not object, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief. It continued to look forward to Ai Ai:

[Um, teacher, we may need to change the place where we play the drums. 】

[Yes, this is fine. 】

Lance turned his head and glanced at Wencer's cabin not far away.

Of course you have to stay away from here, otherwise, when he is in class, Quirrell beats the drum, what should I do if Wencer cannot sleep well?

He is always tortured by noise, not to mention Wencer, even Lance, he would think of cutting Quirrell.

[That's good, I will move the drum stand over there, teacher, if you want to find me, just go over there. 】

Quirrell pointed at the westernmost side with his finger. There were a lot of sunken ships over there. It was far from here, but it happened to be closer to the island above.

It seems that the location of Quirrell was decided after a long time of thinking and thinking.

Lance looked over Quirrell’s tentacles. He hesitated for a while and asked:

[Over there, there are many kinds of dark blue fishes? 】

[Many, of course many. 】

Seeing that Lance had no objection, Quirrell was very happy, and happily turned on the colorful special effects, [I didn't go there much before, so there were more fish over there. 】

However, Quirrell forgot to tell Lance that the location it chose was almost on the edge of Sunset Bay.

A large number of fish means more creatures for fishing.