The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

After paddling for a long time, the island was still within sight. Steve looked at the endless sea, then looked back at the island, and looked up.

... He really didn't make a sail.

The brain may be blocked by eating fish.

It's not even going as far as he's swimming, and Steve puts his hands on his knees and sighs.

Looking at the seemingly endless sea, his eyes dimmed.

On this stage, he still can't find a point to exert his strength, and he is not reconciled.

As time passed, he began to feel that he had bad ideas in his heart, selfish and arrogant.But at the moment, he has no other choice.

Slipping off the raft into the water, Steve took a deep breath and swam straight to the bottom.As for where to swim, let's talk.

The sulking Angus moved his ears and looked up at the sea not far away.

What are humans doing?Are you catching fish?

After a while, he straightened up, flicking his tail, suspended in the sea water.

5 minutes, count the heartbeat to estimate the time.Steve frowned, it was too painful to open his eyes at this depth.But...go on, he swims deeper.

Angus floated up for a certain distance, looking straight into the distance where the visibility was already very low.

The flapping of the fish's tail showed some mixed frequencies, as if there were some emotions in it.

Suffocated for a while, spit out a big mouthful of air bubbles, Steve closed his mouth again, with some patience in his expression.

It's been 15 minutes of diving, it's very deep, and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

carry on.

Angus was still, only the tip of the fish's tail curled up from time to time, showing his concentration.

Dizzy, out of breath, feeling strangled.

Steve glanced at the sea which was already far away from him, and with a cruel heart, he indulged himself to sink.

Whether it's been an hour or just a few minutes, I don't know.

Coughing in a mouthful of seawater, a mouthful of salty fish.

The water was churning, and the whistle sounded.

Steve, who had begun to fall slowly and freely like a weight, opened his eyes eagerly, distinguishing another blue from the dark blue.

Caught.

When Angus rushed in front of humans, he saw a pair of bright eyes with strange emotions.

Those outstretched hands seemed to want to grab him.

Pursing lips, slowing down, swimming closer, human beings are already on the verge of drowning, and do not intend to struggle.Angus watched for a while, and Steve looked at him too, without approaching or struggling.

At a certain demarcation point, Angus approached suddenly, slapped away the human hand, grabbed his neck, opened his mouth and screamed, and the coldness spread in his eyes.

Steve became happy when he was held by the neck. He put his hand on the arm that was pinching his neck, spit out a big mouthful of air bubbles, and was on the verge of suffocation and coma.

Angus puffed his cheeks and flicked his tail resentfully.

Steve's pupils dilated rapidly, and his mouth was slippery and cool, like a mouthful of sea salt-flavored ice cream, cool and sweet.Oxygen, which is cleaner than the air on the sea surface, entered the mouth, and the warm jade was slowly rolled up the calf.

He couldn't tolerate any more reactions, and the next second he caught his breath, he was slapped out.

In the blink of an eye, he hit the raft hard through the water, his back hurting, and he bounced down.He was strangled by the rushing mermaid again, and this time it was so strong that he felt that his throat was sprained.

The raft was directly opened a big hole by the wok.

A splash of water splashed down on his head, Steve coughed a few times, and when his sight regained his stability, he had already been pinned down on the wood by the mermaid.

He took a few breaths, barely grasping the wrist that was pinching his neck.The mermaid's other hand was raised high, and the long nails flashed a silver light in the moonlight.

"boom--"

Steve gasped for a few short breaths, looking straight at the mermaid with a mouthful of shark teeth and beastly pupils.

Angus' other palm brushed against his sideburns and plunged into the wood, the broken wood splashed on his face, and there was the rattling sound of corroded wood in his ears.

"Human, you are looking for death." Angus said in a low voice.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Although he couldn't understand it, it was definitely an unknown way of communication.

This proved that he was right.

Mermaids are intelligent beings with emotions, resourcefulness and independent language.

What's more, his behavior is almost innocent and kind.

In comparison, I am really human.

"Sorry——" There was no time for him to reflect on himself, Steve grabbed Angus's wrist and said with difficulty, "But, I need any help."

Angus pulled out his fingers, looked at Steve coldly, his hair was scattered with sea water, and a few hairs fell on Steve's mouth.

"I need help," Steve didn't mind their current gesture, if it could quiet the merman and communicate with him up close.

He raised his hand and pointed to him, then pointed to himself: "I need your help."

He repeated it again.Pointing at him, pointing at the sea surface, gestured a swimming posture, pointed at himself, made a suffocating movement.

"I really need your help." Pointing to Angus again, pointing to himself.

"I must leave and go back to shore." He pointed to himself, then made a one, pointed to himself, then made a two, repeated five times tirelessly and made a big circle, with five fingers together .

Angus blinked.

Steve pursed his lips, trying to calm himself down and not get agitated.

He tentatively pushed Angus away, and Angus let go of his hand, allowing him to get up.

Angus at sea is confident.

Looking around, Steve raised his head and pointed to the flocks of gulls flying past, and repeated the action just now: "I need to go back to my place."

Angus got it.

However, it is impossible.

It is impossible for him to let go of the humans who ate the siren meat and knew the existence of the siren.Unless he was killed, he couldn't have a second way to leave himself.

Turning over, he was about to slide down the hole in the raft into the sea.

Steve rushed out, grabbed his hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "...don't make me beg you, although it's not bad now."

"Please——I have a reason to go back." Steve's eyelids were slightly closed, and his expression carried an emotion that made Angus even more unfamiliar.

After a long time, Angus knew that it was sadness.

Angus looked at him coldly, his nails stretched out, and he mercilessly embedded his nails into the flesh of his forearm without letting go.

If you want to leave so much, you can only kill and eat meat.

With burning pain in his arm, Steve hissed and his face went pale.

He looked straight into Angus' eyes, panting lightly: "please..."

Angus was ups and downs on the sea surface, but Steve still held his hand persistently.The heat in his eyes made Angus feel uncomfortable, and he felt that his heart, which had been useless all along, seemed to be sick.

He opened his mouth and took a false bite. Having seen the force of his bite, Steve, who was in a trance, let go preconditionally. Angus quickly sank into the water to distance himself.

Steve exhales annoyedly, clenching his hands into fists.The body swayed, then suddenly tilted, and fell on the raft.Curling up slightly, Steve touched his forehead, it was so hot...

He looked at his arm, where an ominous bruise was slowly spreading and then stopped at the elbow, frozen.

It seems that even the super soldier serum has a hard time trying to quickly decompose the mermaid's poison...

... No wonder they can eat poisonous snakes raw.

So who the hell made mermaids into fairy tales?

It was hot, and his mouth and tongue were starting to dry out, and Steve tightened his body, feeling the heat.But the body curled up coldly according to instinct, trembling slightly.

Angus watched Steve struggling not far away, and suddenly raised his hand to pat his heart.

The author has something to say: Angus: Heh——

Steve: ...young and frivolous, frivolous.

Angus: Huh.

Steve: ...eat sturgeon at night.

Angus: Huh~

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Speaking of it, Da Dun is so embarrassed... really embarrassed, but I am my own mother. "Serious face"

Definitely dear "hmmm"

The establishment of diplomatic relations has not yet succeeded, and Mullard still needs to work hard~

But he is also anxious [I am definitely my real mother, Angus's]