When Lance woke up the next day, he pleaded with Winser:

"Teach me how to use fish tails."

Wencer glanced at Lance and asked Lance to sit down. He went forward and took Lance's hand, untied the seaweed belt from Lance's hand, and then picked up a small shell from the side.

Lance glanced, he saw a pile of dark green seaweed mud inside the shell.

"Where do we get the seaweed?"

Lance looked around restlessly, not seeing any plants.

Wencer's body stiffened a bit, he looked down at the shell in his hand, and pursed his lips.

"By the way, did the tentacles come in again? This seaweed was put in by the tentacles, right."

Rainsford reached his heart, and he immediately found the reason.

Wencer let out a sigh of relief, and he stretched out a hand for Lance's fishtail:

"Don't run, come over and get the medicine."

"The tentacles didn't lose their arms and legs today."

Lance didn't care if his tail fin was pulled, he looked at a certain position curiously.

That place is usually the place where the tentacles put the fresh fleshy arms and legs, but it turned out to be empty today.

Thinking that he might not have enough flesh in the future, Lance felt a little worried:

"What to do, there may be no obstructions in the future."

Wencer pulled Lance's tail fin and pulled Lance back, and his expression was also very complicated:

"You want to be sturdy, just let it be a cover?"

"correct."

Lance didn't have any desire to survive,

"Although it is also delicious, I want it to cover the hole."

Wincer's eyes began to twitch, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Then there are small fishes in there now, you can hunt them yourself."

Lance dangled his tail, his ear fins dropped, and his expression was low:

"Oh, then I can't'clothes to stretch out my hand and open my mouth' from now on."

His regretful tone successfully caused a blue vein to pop up on Wencer's forehead.

Lance keenly noticed that a ring of low pressure had risen around Wencer. Although he didn't know why, Lance didn't speak anymore. He was afraid that Wencer would be angry.

Wencer glanced at Lance sideways, then grabbed Lance's hand and cleaned up the seaweed mud before.

Lance took a probe and found that all the crooked nails had been removed, and the new nails were emerging.

"When I was in a coma, my hands seemed to hurt several times."

Lance looked up and asked Wincer, "Did you pull it out for me?"

"Ok."

Wencer took out the seaweed mud from the shell to cover the wound, and then tied a knot with the small seaweed belt on the side to prevent the seaweed mud from being carried away by the current.

"amazing."

Lance watched Wencer's whole process of applying medicine to him and found that these seaweed mud can really exist in the water, unlike ordinary herbs that disperse when they touch the water, they are thick and sticky.

Lance asked enthusiastically:

"Winser, how do you make seaweed mud?"

Wencer fastened the last seaweed belt. Hearing this question, he gave Lance a meaningful look.

He put the remaining brown seaweed belt into Lance's mouth all at once:

"Eat it."

Lance subconsciously chewed for a few mouthfuls, and was immediately stimulated by the fishy and sticky sensation in his mouth. He quickly spit it out, and then saw a small group of dark green seaweed mud dangling on him. Float out in front of him, and then fall.

Lance: "..."

He seemed to know where the seaweed mud Winser had applied to him came from.

At this time, Wencer slowly followed up:

"You spit it out and try again."

Lance choked, so he had to carefully chew the seaweed strip in his mouth bit by bit.

He intuitively told himself that if he vomited out again, Winser might grab what he vomited out and force him back.

Lance felt a little embarrassed when he thought that the seaweed mud in Wencer's hands might have come from this way.

He especially wanted to ask Wencer if his guess was correct, but looking at Wencer's face, Lance felt unable to ask.

Sizzling, so spicy.

Lance was choked and sneezed several times—

A series of bubbles came out of Lance's mouth, and Wincer sat aside, his eyes smiling.

After sitting for a while, Lance couldn't sit still anymore. He swam up to Wencer and proposed again:

"Teach me how to swim."

This time, Wencer refused without finding another reason. He glanced at Lance's hand lightly and said, "Okay."

Lance's eyes lit up, and he expressed his determination to Winser:

"I will study hard."

Wencer nodded, and he motioned to Lance:

"You show me a swim first."

Lance nodded. In Winsor’s sight, Lance slowly swam around the coral bones. The blue gloom coated him with a hazy light, like a pearl in the deep sea. Quietly exuding a warm light.

If it is an outsider here, he will definitely lament that this scene is like a fairy tale.

The white mermaid moves a bit clumsy, but still very elegant.

This is the darling of the ocean.

The more beautiful creatures, the less powerful they are to protect themselves, the more they will attract people's possessiveness.

Winsor's eyes flickered slightly.

Lance swam around, and when he turned his head, he saw Wencer watching him quietly, he asked curiously:

"Winser?"

"carry on."

Winser said quietly, "Hurry up."

Lance nodded, let go a little, letting his instinct go, and swaying the fish's tail faster and faster.

This feeling is really amazing, Lance found that he can't think about his fishtail:

Once he deliberately thinks about how to swing the fish tail, his fish tail will be stiff and he will not listen;

But once he let go of his thoughts, his movements will be very smooth.

Lance moved faster and faster.

Wincer watched for a moment, then swung his fish tail and chased him up.

"Winser?"

Lance intended to go around the coral bones to see the situation. He didn't know why Wencer would suddenly follow him, and covered his body and hugged his waist.

Wencer rubbed Lance's chin with his chin, and his expression became excited, even sticking out the tip of his scarlet tongue and licking Lance's ear fins.

When Lance was so surprised and ready to struggle, Winser suddenly swung his fish tail and moved quickly, so fast that Lance instantly forgot the embarrassment in his heart.

Wincer stared at Lance's concentrated and confused appearance under him. He smiled slightly, his lips leaned into Lance's ear fins, and he whispered intermittently:

"Remember my actions."

After finishing speaking, Wencer's waist suddenly squeezed, and a sharp turn came.

Lance's eyes widened, and he tried to swing the tail of the fish to keep up with Wencer's rhythm. However, this was difficult, and the tail and tail of the fish always rubbed and collided with each other accidentally...

I always feel weird.

Lance couldn't help screaming:

"Ya—yi—"

Wincer lowered his eyes and slowly slowed down his movements:

"Not used to it?"

Accompanied by the panting sound of heavy throat vibrations, the damp heat in Wensel's mouth sprayed into Lance's neck, making Lance shivering.

Lance couldn't stand it in the end. Taking advantage of Wencer's moment of relaxation, he broke free from his arms, swam to the side, and then explained to Wencer:

"Sorry, I don't really like... this way of teaching."

If they were not of the same sex, Lance always felt that the other party was deliberate.

Wincer blinked, and he showed a surprised expression:

"If you don't teach this way, how should you teach it?"

Lance: "..."

Is he really thinking too much?

"I have taught you the general movements."

Wencer said, he stretched his body to swim in the sea.

Wencer swims very fast, his beautiful fish tail swings vigorously, two hands are paddling the water to both sides, and he spirals upward effortlessly:

"There is no flesh and blood today... Try hunting by yourself."

Lance was stunned for a moment. He looked at the star-like blue flames all over the sky for a moment, then looked back at his white fishtail, showing a bewildered expression.

For the next three hours, Wincer sat on a high place, watching Lance below constantly trying to catch the blue flame.

After tossing for such a big circle, Lance was a little tired, he leaned against the coral bones, breathing heavily, and now, he has not caught a fish.

Just as Lance was about to make persistent efforts, Winsor swam over. He prevented Lance from continuing to hunt and said to Lance:

"Well, that's it for today, you need to rest."

"But, I think I'm okay."

Lance was a little anxious and didn't understand.

"And I haven't caught a fish yet, I'm so hungry."

Wencer didn't speak, he raised his eyebrows and pointed at the fleshy arm and foot at the entrance of the "escape channel" hole.

That mass of fleshy feet was from the day before yesterday, although it is not very new, but it hasn't broken yet.

How do you think Wencer was deliberate?

Lance leaned forward and asked flatly:

"Winser, have you eaten?"

Winsor's lips are slightly hooked:

"have eaten."

Lance: "..."

How will he pick up the rest?

Seeing that he couldn't eat a fish from Wencer, Lance could only sigh and swim to the fleshy arms and legs. After searching for a long time, he found a place where he could lay his mouth, biting angrily.

On the other side, Wencer kept watching Lance biting his arms and legs angrily. He watched, and the fish's tail couldn't help but sway.

The little fish lying on the fleshy arms and feet is really cute.

After taking a few bites, Lance, who was full, thought for a while, pushing his fleshy arms and feet until he rolled to Wencer.

Wencer was stunned for a moment. He saw Lance pushing the fleshy arms and feet to the position where the tentacles had been taken away before, and asked curiously:

"You don't want it to block the hole?"

Lance swam back. He piled scattered pearls next to the hole, piled it up, and explained:

"It's too dangerous. When will the tentacles come to clean up and take this fleshy arm away, then I'll be exposed."

Instead of being exposed like that, it's better to take the initiative and use other things as a cover.

For example, use pearls for local materials.

Wencer watched Lance holding the pearl back and forth several times, not knowing what to do for a moment:

"I thought you like pearls very much."

"I like it, of course I like it."

Lance didn’t notice that Wencer’s tone was a little aggrieved, he said,

"But here is the deep sea, and pearls are just like that, occupying a seat, troublesome."

Winsor: "..."

After moving the pearls, Lansted left one behind.

Winsor's eyes lit up:

"You still have one left."

Lance clapped his hands and said:

"Of course I have to keep one, lest that tentacle asks me to play the pearl-throwing game again."

He paused and came to a conclusion:

"I didn't expect the tentacles to be so naive."

This pearl is specially used to fool the tentacles.

Winsor: "..."

"Hey, Winser, your face is not so good, what's the matter?"

"…It's nothing."