When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Weier flinched, she was a little frightened by that look.

That look like a cat locking a mouse.

She looked at the back of the man's head again, and felt a dull pain that was familiar and empathetic.

"Will he be in pain?"

Weier asked hesitantly and a little worriedly.

Amos put the baseball bat aside, took out a tissue and carefully wiped off the rust on his hands finger by finger.

"You still don't know what we're doing now, do you?"

He was a little amused.

"You hurt him, you immobilized him, and we owe it to you to bring him back."

Weier's face turned a little pale.

Teacher Amos asked her to do this, and Teacher Amos was her administrator, so she obeyed, and she should...

Amos' voice was soft.

"Just because you followed my orders doesn't mean you didn't do those things."

"Val." Amos squatted down and was at eye level with her: "We are in the same group."

He even touched her head very tenderly.

"It was you who brought him pain, Val. Without you, I would not have been able to hit him in the back of the head and make him faint; without your voice, his internal organs would not shatter and bleed. Of course, without you , and we cannot prevent war."

"We are all grateful for your presence, Val."

Amos gave her a hug.

The body of the girl in her arms was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

"...Mr. Amos?" She reached out and grabbed Amos's clothes, wrinkling the small piece of fabric with a dazed and bewildered voice.

"Did I do something wrong? I don't want him to get hurt, I want to listen to Mr. Amos..."

"Of course you did nothing wrong, you did a great job."

Amos picked her up and let her bury her head on his shoulder.

He just smiles.

Peel off her outer shell, revealing the soft inside, and let myself put on a layer of harder scales with my own hands.

Jason, the land person, had raised her too softly, so the ways in which she became dependent on herself became more limited.

But there is still a loophole, and the loophole is that she is very obedient, too obedient. "That group of people" trained her to be a dog that obeyed her master, but was so loyal that she always remembered her previous master when she changed hands.This is tricky, but there are solutions.

Use her kindness and ignorance to limit her to this place; use her obedience to inadvertently make her do things she thinks are wrong, her servility and lack of self-awareness will tend to obey herself, then this time After the decision she will continue to weaken her sense of self, and she will realize that just obeying him will make her feel better.

Amos patted her soft back gently, while under the cover of the dense night, relying on the strange strength of the sea people, he held one in his hand, dragged one behind him, and stepped into the sea.

He will not go down alone.

Headache, very painful, about three, four, five or six times worse than a hangover.

Arthur gasped and sat up, and touched his abdomen with his hands. His internal organs were injured in various ways, but they were still usable. Thanks to the blood of Atlantis, he was still alive.

Arthur stretched his head to look around and stretched out his hand before he realized how heavy his body was.

He is in the sea.

He clicked his tongue and propped himself up to stand up. He couldn't stabilize and staggered. The sea water supported his limbs. No matter how many times he felt this feeling was very strange.

But right now I'm really not in the mood to play.

He looked around, it was clearly a prison.

He remembered the situation before he fell into a coma, and the whole person was not well.

Annoying, annoying, he really doesn't want to get involved in the affairs of the sea, please forgive him, he has hundreds of younger brothers, it's none of his business, he doesn't want the throne, whoever wants it, whoever wants it Being imprisoned there for a lifetime, isn't it good for him to fish, drink and fight?

Want him to rule an entire kingdom?dream.

"I hope that's your dream."

A cold voice sounded.

Walking outside the prison was a figure with platinum-blond hair and silver-white armor.

Arthur stroked his hair irritably: "Ah, did I say it?"

Oh, so he and Mera were tricked by the Aum faction, maybe Mera was also from their side, and he was the only one who got tricked.

Aum looked disgusted.

"You are not qualified to rule Atlantis at all. You are just the son of a tower keeper. Why would Viko take good care of you?"

"If you're listening to me," Arthur said. "I don't, don't want to inherit, Atlantis."

It's hard to say which angered Orm more, between his apparent distaste for the Atlantean throne and his aggressive pursuit of it.

The former negates the value of Aum's life, which he has dedicated his life to for so many years, while the latter's arrogance shows how overreaching he is and how contemptuous he is of this throne.

In fact, if you let Arthur say, it should be both.

Aum laughed angrily.

"Okay." He said in a gloomy voice. His long-term position on the throne gave him extraordinary endurance and decisiveness, which enabled him to continue to throw weights calmly even at this time: "If that garbage dump on that land is Attract you, then my next goal is to destroy it."

Arthur's face changed slightly.

If Mera is saying that Aum intends to go to war on land, he still has a skeptical attitude, then the current King of the Sea—Aum said this to him, the weight is real.

He is really preparing and deciding to give it practice.

Finally seeing that the other party attaches importance to this matter, and the initiative has finally returned to his own hands, Aum finally calmed down a little, and continued: "I will hold a solo competition with only the two of us in three days. All the people of Atlantis will be there."

He obviously felt that Arthur had no chance of winning, and he already showed a smile of winning.

"And the victor will gain the throne of Atlantis.—You can only rely on it to stop me, my brother."

He babbled that "brother" so that he couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or disgust, but it was not a positive emotion.

Who wants this kind of brother, Arthur thought with a headache, whoever wants whoever wants it, the legendary god of mischief, the younger brother of the Avengers Thor next door who he often drinks with hasn't (yet) said to destroy the land yet.

Aum left, leaving him alone in his cell to worry alone.

How can he win?He doesn't even have a familiar weapon. This man is a stranger in a foreign land, and there are not many people around him. Who will prepare it for him?Vico or Mera?

He is confident in his strength, but his physical condition cannot be restored to the best condition within three days.What to use?Willpower?

Arthur was anxious and anxious, and suddenly there was a deliberately suppressed sound of turbulent water outside.

Someone timidly showed a small face, green eyes looked at him cautiously and guiltily, and the light blue ear fins shriveled into a flower bud with guilt.

Arthur is familiar with those eyes, isn't this the kid who shook his internal organs out of place.

Thinking about the condition of his internal organs gave him even more headaches.

He could have received three punches, but now he can die directly with one punch in the stomach.

A mix of anxiety, belated anger, and self-deprecating negativity flooded his mind.

So he greeted the little girl in a friendly way:

"What the hell are you doing here again?"

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The author has something to say:

I’ve been editing my essays for the past few days, and it’s only been half a month. I read the chapters I wrote earlier... the more I read, the more uncomfortable I feel QAQ

So the latest update will be accompanied by the revision of the previous chapters.It will not modify the major settings, nor will it make up very important plots, but just fill in the logic bugs, so you don't need to make up the modified content.It will take about three days to complete the modification.

Today, I am going to repair the text until ten o'clock. I am afraid that the girls will feel cheated, and because I agreed to the daily update, I insisted on posting this update today... ah, ah, it is still overtime. Tomorrow, oh no, There are still more today!The agreed daily update is the daily update!