clock trap

On the second day, the sea weather was much better during the day than at night, with calm seas, warm sunshine and no clouds.

The pirate ship is much more stable than the small wooden boat, and there are almost no waves, so people who are not naturally very seasick will generally not be affected too much.

But Yu Sen was an exception.

It was still extremely difficult for him to wake up, for no other reason than...

——Having a fever followed by hypoglycemia is simply fatal!

When he was woken up, he suddenly felt like a pot of paste in his head. When he was not moving, he was still quiet. When his body moved, the pot of paste was like a stirrer, spinning at a high speed, messing up his spirit. It's a mess.

Coaxed and tricked by Si Xuanyang, he was hugged and fed some hot water into his stomach, and his body that had been shivering for a while felt a little bit of consciousness.

Yu Sen's limbs gradually warmed up, but there was still a lingering coolness, and he looked sleepy, leaning against Si Xuanyang weakly and not speaking.

"I'll take you to breakfast." Si Xuanyang clenched his fingertips.

Yu Sen groaned, and reluctantly fell into his arms: "I don't want to eat... What good food can there be in this kind of place? I feel like throwing up when I smell that smell."

"In case it's okay, the ship looks good, and the pirates in the ship probably robbed a lot of things, so they won't eat too much." Si Xuanyang coaxed him in a good voice.

The windows of the cabin are narrow, and the light that comes in is also flickering not far away, covering the surroundings with a hazy veil. Yu Sen is buried on Si Xuanyang's lower abdomen, and the profile of his face is covered by this obscure halo. It was not so pale when held together, and there was an inexplicable ambiguous taste, suddenly like a refined and quiet dream, making Si Xuanyang tighten his arms subconsciously, as if letting go a little, the dream would disappear .

"Don't hide, you have to eat..."

Seeing that he really couldn't escape, Yu Youyou sighed, and bit his belly hard: "Then let's go."

Si Xuanyang shrunk his stomach with a muffled grunt, his breathing was a little unsteady, he hugged him up and held him tightly: "Be more honest!"

There was a knock on the door, probably Si Nan and Luo Yu who just went to wash up came back, Si Xuanyang opened the door for them, Si Nan slapped his chest and barged in, muttering 'tsk tsk tsk' , with an indescribably complex expression on his face.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Something happened," Luo Yu walked in after him, and nodded his chin outside the door, "In the room next to ours, a person died."

In this place, the death of a person is not a very strange thing.

"How did you die?" Yu Sen narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"I don't know," Luo Yu shook his head with a delicate expression, "I didn't see any wounds on my body, I just died lying on the bed."

"Internal injury?" Si Xuanyang thought for a while, "Maybe there may be a small wound."

Luo Yu followed Si Nan's tut, and said, "The man died naked, and there was no trace of red liquid around him, but there were some... traces of dried-up yellow-white liquid."

Yu Sen was stunned, the red liquid naturally refers to blood, the yellow-white liquid...

He made an 'oh', and his voice dragged meaningfully, before he suddenly realized: "I enjoyed it once before I died, it seems that the situation I encountered last night is the same."

Si Xuanyang was shocked: "What did you encounter last night? Is it dangerous? Why don't I know?"

He remembered the puddle of water stains he saw in the middle of the night, and his face immediately darkened.

Really weird!

"Are you injured?"

Si Xuanyang protected Yu Sen's waist, and kept touching him left and right for a moment, for fear that there was a wound on this person that he hadn't seen.

"Hiss—!" Yu Sen slapped his hand away, glaring at him, "Brother is still sick, don't make me angry in the morning."

Si Xuanyang: "..."

"Brother Yu, do you know how that person died? You also met last night?" Luo Yu asked.

"En." Yu Sen's fingertips slowly slid across Si Xuanyang's palm, and then he held it tightly. Open your mouth.

——"He should have been deluded and died in an illusion."

"Illusion?" Si Xuanyang muttered these two words, his face changed slightly, and his palms tightened suddenly: "Did you also enter the illusion last night?"

Yu Sen nodded, and stretched out his other free hand to scratch Si Xuanyang's tight back, softly begging for mercy: "Yangyang, hold it lightly, my hand hurts."

Feeling that the grip on his palm was two points lighter, he comforted him in a low voice: "Aren't I fine now? Even if I entered an illusion, this will come out, right?"

Si Xuanyang frowned coldly and retorted: "It's not alright, you have a fever."

"Tsk, the wind was blowing for so long at sea last night. With my current physique, it's strange that I don't have a fever. Don't worry."

Yu Sen doesn't care much about whether he has a fever or not. Anyway, he's used to dizziness and dizziness, and his body is also used to being weak and weak. It doesn't matter if he is dizzy a little more, and he is still soft if he is a little softer.

Simply the best patient in history.

He pondered for a while, thinking about the seductive appearance of that male and female thing last night, and said: "This is a pirate ship, but the person doing the trouble doesn't seem to look like a pirate... By the way, the note on the note What is the mission written?"

"It was written 'Relieve the pirates on the Fallen Angel'." Si Nan said, "There are also three things that dropped, a matchbox, a key, and a dagger."

"Help the pirates?" Yu Sen was slightly surprised, "Then what we should be wary of should be the siren thing from last night."

"Sea monster? Do you mean the shark?" Luo Yu asked.

Yu Sen lowered his eyes and pondered for a while. If he was not mistaken, that man must be some kind of creature in the sea. He looks so good-looking, so he should be a mermaid, but he remembered that after the man was pushed to the ground by him, not only The muscles in the legs were squirming, and even the back was deformed.

It's easy to guess the legs, they are going to become fish tails, but the shoulders... do sharks still have wings?

If so, then perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a sea monster.

"Almost, but I guess it can still fly."

"I heard that mermaids look good." Si Nan was a little curious, and looked at Yu Sen excitedly, "By the way, brother Yu, have you seen the appearance of mermaids? looks nice?"

"Hmm..." Yu Sen touched his lips, and in the midst of Si Xuanyang's gritted expression, he slowly set fire: "It's very good-looking, with a good figure, and... ..”

——"The buttocks are also very sticky."

......

With a "click", Si Xuanyang expressionlessly pinched a wooden railing beside Si Nan.