The merman villain is a bit teasing [Rebirth]

After returning from rebirth, this was the first time I dreamed of these scenes.

The flames were soaring into the sky, blood flowed into rivers, and there were incomplete corpses as far as the eye could see. The air was filled with a disgusting smell of bloody carrion, it was hell on earth——

The iron rope as thick as the mouth of the bowl pierced through the palm of his hand, and firmly nailed Du Yanshu to the stone pillar. He was in extreme pain, but he didn't want to make a sound. He just bit his tongue and swallowed the blood into his stomach. His eyes met the eyes of the other party who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. A light blue flame flashed in the sky blue eyes, and his handsome and gloomy face was also slightly morbidly red due to excitement.

Cold fingers swayed between his brows and eyes like snakes, outlining the slender eye contours, and finally resting on the bright red tear mole at the end of the eyes, repeatedly rubbing and provoking: "My uncle, these eyes are so beautiful—— —" Two thin lips curled up, and the sky-blue pupils reflected the firelight with a smile, beautiful, but also chilling.

"With such beautiful eyes, the taste must be better—"

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Du Yanshu suddenly opened his eyes, meeting those blue eyes, his body trembled subconsciously, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he swallowed the unexpected exclamation.

Seeing my uncle wake up, the anxiety in those eyes gradually faded away, replaced by pure joy, and Song Ke was relieved: "Finally woke up, uncle has a fever."

Du Yanshu stared blankly at the young man's face, his chaotic consciousness gradually became clear, he was panting heavily, his heart was still beating wildly, and the burning pain extended from his temple to his limbs.

Trapped by a nightmare, I don't know what day and night it will be for a moment. After taking a breath, the flickering fire comes into view, and the scene of Wushui River's purification of the drowning ghost sacrifice emerges little by little. The last memory stays at the moment of drowning. I seem to be To be entangled in the arms of a fish...

and many more……

fish--! ! !

Du Yanshu's eyes widened in disbelief, his already pale face was even more bloodless, and cold sweat was pouring out. Song Ke saw his extreme reaction in his eyes, froze for a moment, then recalled it, and said softly : "Uncle, don't worry, the tail has been dried."

Du Yanshu blinked suspiciously, twisted his neck a little, and stared at a piece of snow-white cloth, he felt a warm touch coming from the place close to his cheek, he was a little dazed for a while, the pillow he was lying on at the moment was warm and warm Soft and soft...

Could it be... the thigh? !

He could no longer pretend to be calm, a carp jumped up from Song Ke's leg, and a wet cloth slipped from his forehead and fell to the ground.

Knee pillow—this shock is no less than seeing a fish tail to him. Since he was a child, he has a blunt personality and a slight obsession with cleanliness, so he rarely has physical contact with people, let alone such an ambiguous and frivolous act like a knee pillow.

Luckily not a fishtail...

"My nephew was worried that my uncle was resting his head on the stone wall, so he made his own decision..." Seeing the flustered expression on his usually calm uncle, Song Ke explained carefully, fearing that he would be abrupt, her eyes were a little panicked .

"Very... very good, thank you..." His mouth was dry and his voice was a little hoarse. He knew that this was the other party's intentions, and he should always say thank you. Besides...although he was ashamed, he did sleep very well. Comfortable……

It was Du Yanshu who obviously took advantage, but he seemed to be the one who was at a disadvantage. His face was blushing, burning from his cheeks to the roots of his ears, and his eyes met each other. Only then did he realize that Song Ke's eyes were faintly black and blue. Feeling guilty, he looked away, and his stagnant thoughts gradually became active. He found that he was in a cave at the moment. There were a few large leaves on the place where he was lying just now, and a cluster of raging bonfires was burning not far away. , coughed lightly, pretending to be casual and said: Xiao Yuer, how long have I been in a coma? "

Song Ke had never seen his uncle blushing before, and he was a little crazy for a while, and then he came back to his senses and said truthfully: "One day and one night, last night, my nephew was incompetent, and finally he was sucked into the whirlpool. When we woke up, we were in the same place. the island."

One day and one night, it was enough to save the unconscious uncle, gathered firewood to make a fire, took off his wet clothes, dried them carefully, and put them on for him again. He cools down...

Du Yanshu rubbed his forehead, looked at Song Ke with his slender eyes and said, "Thanks to you for saving me last night."

Song Ke was affirmed, and an unconcealable joy flashed in her eyes. She raised her face with a hidden smile, and said respectfully and solemnly: "This is what a nephew should do."

Du Yanshu saw him wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, inexplicably found it funny but sad, the shadow of the nightmare had already dissipated, and thinking that he would take care of himself for a day and night, he was a little moved, The corner of the mouth raised a shallow arc, and it was rare to say softly: "Little Yu'er, laugh as much as you want, and don't have to be patient from now on."

Hearing this, Song Ke was startled, suddenly her eyes lit up, she nodded joyfully, she smiled generously, showing her small canine teeth, and the spring light of March fell on her brows.

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Walking out of the cave and looking far away, the night is dark, with no stars and no moon, the sea is wide and cloudy, and the heavy sky seems to be brewing a heavy snowfall.

The Wushui River is connected to the East China Sea. This time, they were sucked into the undercurrent of the river by the abyss of the dark tide, rushed into the sea together, and landed on this uninhabited island.

The fog on the sea is long, giving people the illusion of being in a void and illusion. Du Yanshu tried to use his spiritual power, but found that he was exhausted too much last night, and now he still can't do it.

Now they have neither a boat nor a needle bowl and a compass, so they can only rely on their swords to leave the isolated island in the sea. They feel a little anxious in their hearts, and they are afraid that they will have to resign themselves to their fate and stay here for three or two days.

Staying outside the cave for a while, it was too cold, and he was reluctant to expend spiritual power to keep warm, so Du Yanshu rolled up his sleeves and went back to the cave. Looking up, Song Ke was sitting by the campfire, fiddling with wet water and sticking together. The fox fur furrowed his brows tightly, under the light of the fire, his face showed an undisguised disappointment.

Du Yanshu went to sit by the bonfire without making a sound. Song Ke saw him, and the unhappiness on his face disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the dedicated young man from the corner of his eye for a while, Du Yanshu finally couldn't help but said, "Don't mess with it, I'll buy you a new one when I go back."

Song Ke's eyes were bent, but she was not polite to evade, she smiled and said yes, then put the ugly fox fur in her arms and cherished it very much: "But I also want to keep this one. "The latter sentence 'because it was given by my uncle' was still too embarrassing to say it.

Du Yanshu naturally couldn't understand the delicate thoughts of young people, he didn't speak on his face, but kept clicking in his heart, thinking that this little fish's bad habit of not wanting to throw things away was exactly the same as his deceased mother, and finally piled up a whole room Miscellaneous and useless things, he is still a man at such a young age, it is really bad, I must tell him to correct it in the future.

The two sat silently for a while, and Du Yanshu concentrated on repairing the spiritual veins.Song Ke sat aside, sometimes smoothing the fur of the fox, sometimes fiddled with the fire, and most of the time, she quietly raised her eyes to stare at the calm and breezy uncle, the light flickered indefinitely, and a picture was drawn between the scattered flames. The handsome side face, the red tear mole is extremely charming, a subtle emotion permeates the young man's heart, indescribable, faint, so faint that he can't even notice it, blowing from outside the cave Humid sea breeze, whistling cold, that little mood was blown away, without a trace.

Song Ke slapped haha, with tears streaming down her face, she hadn't closed her eyes all day and night, she was really sleepy, she rubbed her eyes, although she was a little worried about my uncle who had a fever, but couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness Yi, wrapped in fox fur, rolled aside, closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

Du Yanshu gradually calmed down his spiritual breath. When he opened his eyes, the bonfire had been burned out, and there were only a few sporadic lights flickering from the ashes. Wrapped in a fox fur at the side, the young man shrank into a ball, raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, snapped his fingers, and a cluster of small flames sprang up from the ashes, which was not hot but warm enough.

Everything was done and he was satisfied. Du Yanshu also lay down on the big leaf with his clothes and fell asleep. He slept lightly and woke up vaguely once. When did they move to his side, the distance between each other was only two inches, the close contact made him feel a little uncomfortable, but seeing the other party's breathing evenly and flushed cheeks, sleeping soundly, and he couldn't bear to wake up, so he moved lightly He moved back, closed his eyes, pretended he didn't see anything, and planned to go back to sleep again.

Outside the cave, there was whiteness, and there was silence, only the sound of falling snow melted into the white light, and Du Yanshu fell asleep again.

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After a good night's sleep, I woke up again. I had enough sleep and was hungry.Du Yanshu rubbed his eyes and sat up. The bonfire was still burning, but Song Ke was nowhere to be seen when he looked around. He tilted his head and thought for a while, and inadvertently saw a large leaf folded into a circular arc beside the fire. With a puddle full of water, I reached out and tried it, because the water is warm near the fire.

There was a bamboo tube next to the big leaf, which also contained a glass of clear water. When I got closer to smell it, there was a faint sweetness in the cleanness. The slender eyes smiled.

At this time, Song Ke was carrying a pheasant that had been plucked and bled, and cleaned with snow water, and was rushing back. It stopped at the entrance of the cave, and what she saw was the uncle holding the bamboo tube and laughing with crooked eyebrows. In the picture, his face flushed red for no reason, burning from his cheeks all the way to the base of his neck, he couldn't move anymore, his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

Sensing the sound of footsteps, Du Yanshu turned his face to the side, the smile on his face didn't have time to hold back, and looked at the boy covered in snow, "It's cold outside, come in quickly."

Song Keche was completely stunned, her lips trembled, and her tongue seemed to be taken by a kitten.

The author has something to say: Song Ke: Uncle choked on water, let him breathe

Song Ke: Uncle's clothes are wet, let him take off his clothes and look at them by the way

Song Ke: Uncle's clothes are dry, put them on carefully

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Uncle: After sleeping, nothing happened, happy^_^

Song Ke: Well, it didn’t happen←_←

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Waste wood: please pay attention, little fish, it seems to smell the smell of a rival in love

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