"Are you caught by the'octopus' too?"

Since Winsor was also caught by the tentacles, Lance suddenly developed a comradeship with Winsor, he asked,

"Have you seen the true face of "Octopus"? How big is it?"

Winsor's expression suddenly became very strange. He said to Lance:

"It's not an octopus."

"Not an octopus?"

Lance thought for a while. With his shallow ocean knowledge, he thought of the king squid in the deep sea that could fight with sperm whales, so he asked again.

"Is that a squid?"

Wencer's voice was a bit wronged:

"No."

That's beyond Lance's understanding. He waved his hand and said:

"It doesn't matter what it is."

Lance glanced at the seaweed tied to his fingertips, hurriedly moved up and asked:

"You treated me, so that means, is there seaweed nearby?"

Wencer hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Brother, you can!"

Lance looked at Wencer as if he was looking at Treasures, "You are a nanny, just so, after escaping, I will confuse you!"

Winsor: "..."

Winser was obviously taken aback by Lance's shameless remarks. After a while, Winser asked:

"you like me?"

Now it was Lance's turn to froze for a moment.

In all fairness, the appearance of the black-tailed mermaid in front of him is impeccable, even in line with Lance's aesthetics, but when he comes up directly, he asks if he likes it or not. This is a bit too much.

not to mention…

Lance glanced at each other quietly.

The other person is beautiful, but the "inhuman" feeling on him prevents Lance from opening his heart to Wencer directly.

He now has a very simple emotion towards Winsor, that is, to find a "prison-break companion".

Lance is not sure whether the "like" of a mermaid is the same as the "like" in human language.

After all, in human language, "like" has two meanings.

Lance hesitated for a moment, and said euphemistically:

"I don't hate you."

Winsor thought about it:

"I see your look, are you a little afraid of me?"

Lance replied, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Wencer.

He is indeed a little scared. The ease before is all pretended.

Like a kid who did something wrong, Lance also felt that he was a bit unkind. After all, Wincer was his lifesaver, so Lance struggled for a moment and looked up:

"Sorry, I'm used to..."

Lance looked at Wencer's face in front of the rest of the words, and silently swallowed the rest of the words back.

This time, the appearance of the black-tailed mermaid made Lance sluggish again—

This time it wasn't because of the stunning beauty of the other party, but because Lance discovered that the other's facial features seemed to have changed a bit, the edges and corners were much softer, and the cold temperament of the whole body melted away.

The opponent's facial features seemed to have adjusted to the appearance that Lance liked within that little bit of time.

Lance found that he was not afraid of Wencer anymore.

Are the previous feelings all illusions?

Lance thought suspiciously.

Maybe he was burnt and dazzled for a while.

How could anyone in this world be able to change their appearance in such a short time?

Lance shook his head. He wanted to get rid of these trivial things.

He walked around Winsor and glanced over the coral bones—

The little fish with blue flames inside their bodies flickered, and the gloomy light blurred all the boundaries of the world inside and outside, and it was just enough to block the line of sight from above.

Confirming that the outside tentacles could not come in for a while, Lance took Wencer's hand and said solemnly:

"Winther, let's escape from prison together!"

"prison Break?"

Wencer raised his eyebrows.

"correct."

Lance lowered his voice and said to Winsor,

"I've been digging the escape route secretly, and I will dig through it soon."

Wincer lowered his eyes, he glanced at Lance's hand and asked:

"You got hurt because of this?"

"correct."

Lance followed Wencer's gaze, then he raised his hand and explained to Wencer,

"The coral bones at the back can be dug up with hard work. After dug through, we will go out together."

Wencer glanced at Lance. He stretched out his hand and gently held Lance's injured hands. He asked:

"Are you sure, you can dig through that coral bone?"

Lance's smile froze.

Then there was a long silence.

Indeed, the last layer of coral bones was extremely hard, and Lance wanted to dig through the coral bones, which was a bit whimsical.

He broke his nails, but he still didn't succeed.

Wencer saw the white mermaid ear fins hanging down.

Seeing this, something moved under Wencer's eyes. Finally, Wencer's tone softened and he asked softly:

"Is it bad to stay here?"

Lance tilted his head and asked:

"Why is it a good thing to stay here?"

Lance swung its tail, staggered around the coral bones, and said:

"Although being a mermaid shocked me... the empty sea also shocked me... But I am free, I shouldn't be restrained."

"But you can't even swim."

Wencer pointed this out sharply, and he said,

"The way you are now, you can't even swim out of the abyss."

"It's okay, I can learn."

Lance was still very optimistic. He swam to Wincer and asked cautiously.

"Can you teach me?"

Winsor was amused:

"So, no matter what I say, you rely on me?"

"May I?"

Lance held his cheek with his webbed claws, trying to cool his face with this bit of coldness.

He was actually a little bit ashamed.

Wencer narrowed his smile, and he frowned slightly, as if he was considering this proposal.

"If you are my teacher, I will do everything you say."

Fearing that Wencer would refuse, Lance quickly added more weight to himself, "Never resist!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

Wencer shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face.

Finally, Winser nodded slightly.

"You agree?"

Lance's eyes narrowed with joy.

He quickly took Wencer's hand and urged:

"Then teach me to swim."

"Not urgent."

Winser did not follow Lance, he rubbed Lance's hand and said,

"Your health is still not well, go and rest."

"but…"

"Ok?"

Thinking of the promise he had just made, Lance died down and went listlessly to the anemone.

As soon as Lan Sifu lay on the soft anemone, it stuck to it, and the seven souls disappeared from the three souls, and he was sleepy.

The previous liveliness was all in disguise.

Lance was just too excited to see other mermaids, so he became excited and forced his body.

Now, as soon as the spirit relaxed, Lance became a sick person again.

Lance closed his eyes, and within a few seconds, he opened them again and saw Wencer outside the anemone.

After hesitating, Lance gritted his teeth, sat up, and pushed out all the pearls he had hidden in the anemone.

Winser, who was originally preparing to leave, suddenly heard an abnormal noise behind him, and when he looked back, he saw pearls of all sizes falling out of the anemone and falling to the ground.

When Winsor was at a loss, Lance took off the anemone and said to Winsor:

"Winser, come in and rest too."

"You, invite me in?"

Wencer was stunned.

"Yeah, don't you need to rest?"

Lance was puzzled, and then he suddenly realized that Wencer was afraid that he would squeeze him in after he entered, so he said with a grin,

"Don't worry, the sea anemone is huge, it can definitely accommodate you and me."

Wincer hesitated for a while, and finally followed the kindness and entered the anemone.

"Winser, can you tell me about mermaid?"

Lance lay on his back on the anemone. Through the tentacles of the anemone, he could see the deep blue sea.

"Nothing to say."

Wenser replied lazily, "A mermaid will not be of the same race, you are unique."

Lance didn't mind what Wincer said.

Because at that time, Wencer's words sounded contradictory.

If there will be no kin, why is there a Winser next to Lance?

"Then you said, "Octopus" why did you want to catch us?" Lance asked.

"Perhaps it was meant to be good."

Wincer leaned closer, covering Lance's hand, and said,

"It's dangerous outside."

"I do not believe."

Lance didn't agree with Wencer's idea. He believed that pets and the food reserve were just a thin line between them. Maybe one day they would be eaten by the "master".

It is better to take the initiative instead of just waiting to die.

Wen Se squinted quietly without refuting.

He tilted his head and looked at Lance's appearance. He reached out and touched Lance's stomach.

Lance: "..."

Under Wincer's pressure, Lance felt his stomach bulge slightly, but it was still very empty. Even with muscles, it must feel soft.

Wencer also seemed to be very satisfied with this feeling. He stroked Lance's abdomen with an interesting expression on his face, as if he was a curious and innocent child who had found a toy.

Lance was a little helpless about Wencer's actions, but since Wencer didn't mean to hurt him, he didn't bother to move, and didn't mind Wencer's actions. The tail swayed slightly under Wencer's touch, very comfortable. :

"lighter."

The soft touch made Lance drowsy, he slowly closed his eyes, and his thinking gradually stopped.

After seeing Lance closing his eyes, Wencer's gaze gradually focused on Lance's face. His pupils changed, and there seemed to be a ray of undercurrent dormant in the still water under his eyes. It seemed that he was expecting something, suggesting something, suggesting something. Some kind of complicated appeal.

Wencer looked at the mermaid up and down, feeling that the skin of the mermaid under his hands was as smooth and delicate as a good silk, while observing the body structure of the white mermaid.

After a few soft sounds, Wencer's fish tail had a few more fins, which more closely resembled Lance, and his facial features gradually changed slightly, becoming more in line with Lance's aesthetics.

Lance didn’t know Wencer’s actions. Under Wencer’s touch, he gradually stretched out his body, exposing his fragile abdomen, retracting the sharp fins on the tail, and clinging to the tail, showing unparalleled trust in Wencer. .

Winsor's eyes flashed, he spread his palms on Lance's abdomen, gently stroked along his muscles, down, and finally stroked the scales of his waist, reached the fish tail, and gently fiddled. There are scales that are denser than the surrounding area.

At that moment, Lance, who was still drowsy, woke up instantly. He sat up and opened Wencer's hand.

Winser blinked and retracted his webbed claws:

"what's happenin?"

"No, nothing."

Lance subconsciously touched the fish scales that Wencer had touched before. He didn't know why he reacted so strongly, but he intuitively told him that it was easy to touch there. At the same time, a sense of shame instantly surged into his heart. .

"You can't touch it there."

Lance turned his head and said to Winsor.

"why?"

Winsor showed a puzzled expression. He said, "I like your scales."

Lance was speechless for a while.

Perhaps for a mermaid, stroking each other's scales is no different from licking each other, but Lance still thinks he is a human inside.

Realizing that he can't force it on the basis of human concepts, Lance just shook his head and repeated:

"Can't touch."

Then he lay back.

Only this time, Lance turned his back to Wencer, with his long fish tail bent, covering his upper body with a yarn-like tail fin.

Watching this scene, Wencer showed an annoyed expression.