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

The stone Angus found was very beautiful and shiny.Exuding ice blue light, the shape is very specific, square.

When Angus saw the stone, he thought that the color seemed to be very similar to the original color of his tail.But this thought was quickly suppressed to the bottom of his heart.

The pursuit of beauty cannot be his original intention, but this stone feels like a very precious material, and he should not miss it.

Angus tried to pat the rock with his tail, and felt that the hardness was so hard that he could smash it into pieces.But...it's not the outer shell that's dangerous, it's what's inside the stone.

That's dangerous stuff—

This induction in the bottom of my heart is a very subtle feeling.

Angus played with the stone for a while, hesitating.

He lifted the square stone and tossed it, it would glow by itself, and he could feel a slight heat in his hand.

Angus hesitated. He touched the cold but warm blue, and glanced at his tail.

Dark and slippery.

Blinking his eyes, Angus picked up the stone and swam towards his small island.He wanted to see what that human was doing.

Steve is sitting on the beach staring at the ocean.

Gone, the feeling of being spied on is gone.

These days when he was active at the seaside, he could always feel something watching him. It was a very plain feeling, like observing every plant and tree.

He frowned slightly, not maliciously, if he really wanted to have any emotions, it was more like inquiry and curiosity.

He suspected that it was the unknown creature that saved him. As for why it was a creature, it didn't feel like a human being at all.

But this sight that has been with me for many days, as long as I am on the beach, will definitely follow me, disappeared when I found some edible fruits that could barely supplement vitamins.

What suddenly appears and what suddenly disappears can be unsettling.

Steve frowned and swallowed the unusually sour wild fruit in his hand, his face squeezed with sourness.It's really sour... Just as he was about to eat the third one, Steve paused his hands, restraining his conditioned reflex to look at the sea.

Back, that line of sight is back.

Not a surprise, more a curiosity.

Steve gnawed at his own fruit calmly, and continued with his work step by step.He is researching to build a simple awning for himself. Although the temperature here at night is relatively low for ordinary people, as long as he sleeps on the extinguished fire, it is not difficult for Steve to sleep all night. things.

But during the day, the sun on the seaside is really irritating, and it will make people's skin hurt.

After eating the fruit, Steve began to pack up the wood he had prepared before, as well as the vines used to bind and build.

I have personally proved that if a person is stranded on a deserted island, there is no one to talk to, and there is no next meal after eating. At this time, even a peep from the sea is a subtle comfort.

Steve is very patient. Although he also wants to know what is looking at him every day, he doesn't want to disturb the creature looking at him from a distance.

Maybe, you can wait for it to get close to you?

After roughly breaking three pieces of wood, he used vines to build a support, and then covered it with a few huge banana leaves.This crooked state that will collapse at any time is not as good as some shacks that can build nests.

Steve looked at his masterpiece and smacked his lips, inexplicably embarrassed.

But that's all there is to it...

Angus held the blue square stone and looked at humans quietly. His posture may be the same as humans looking at fish behind transparent glass in the aquarium.

Angus looked at the human being, and when he saw him standing with his hips akimbo on the side of the shed he built with a miraculous expression, the familiar hunger struck him again.

So greedy that I want to curl the tip of my tail.

He blinked his eyes, submerged himself below the surface of the water, spit out a string of bubbles with his mouth instead of his gills, and looked vaguely at the human standing on the beach through the swaying water surface.

The tail swayed and curled into Angus' sight.

Dark.

As if feeling Angus' dislike, he curled his tail aggrievedly, then patted the stone in Angus' arms with astonishing softness, and rubbed it coquettishly like a child.

As if to say "Use it—" "Use it—" "Use it and I'll look good—" Angus patted his disappointing tail.

Then when the tail hung down in aggrieved way, he gently touched the fish scales on it.

The reinforcement of the tail by the sirens is not to roughly stick hard materials on themselves. "Reinforcement" itself is a very cruel and courageous thing.

After selecting the required materials, the sirens will build a hidden grotto, usually built against deep-sea trenches or reefs.It is best in places with dense water flow and few creatures.

Release your own blood and smear it on the materials you are looking for. If the siren blood is not recycled in seawater, it will form a highly malleable water-proof blood film.

After wrapping the material, use the tail, and you can only use the tail to smash the material.

It needs to be photographed very, very finely, so that the tail of the fish is bloody and bloody, and the fish scales that have been strengthened have to be broken.

The blood film is separated from the water, but it can blend with the flesh and blood of the siren.

When the time is right, directly swallow the material that wraps their own minced meat, and the self-healing power of the sirens will reach a terrifying rate when their most powerful weapon-the fish tail is very weak.

Such a rate will make it difficult for them to distinguish whether the nutrients they ingest are external or can be used for themselves.Just blindly extracting those energies to repair the fish tail.

Fear of weakness, death, and infinite desire for life will make their fish tail reshape as quickly as possible, and re-grow and perfect with the selected materials.

And this process, like the rebirth of a broken arm, is extremely painful, and the sirens will fall into a period of weakness, but this ritual is the survival rule passed down from generation to generation by all sirens.

Up to now, the sirens are not so difficult to live in the sea, and this reinforcement ceremony has been simplified.Generally, the elders of the little sirens will cut off a piece of meat on the tail that needs to be reinforced in advance, and then the big sirens whose tails are already hard will smash the material, and feed it to the little sirens with minced meat.

Although it will hurt and bleed, it is already a very gentle way.

Sirens whose tails are always as tender as when they were born will not survive their first winter.

Angus is an orphan, and he has no elders to carefully prepare for him. He has done the fishtail reinforcement several times by himself.In order to allow a fish to survive freely, he always chooses the most primitive and simple method to strengthen the fish tail.

Only by becoming a powerful predator and the strongest existence can he live freely.

Just like today, even if a person has some problems except sleeping, for him, the ocean is the world.

Every reinforcement in the past is to let oneself grow, how about this time?

Angus could feel that there was a reason he didn't know behind following the tradition, which prompted him to make changes urgently.

Make a difference from before.

Touching his stomach, the hunger was still there, Angus turned and left.

The author has something to say: Angus: Tail, tail, what do you think is the best food in the world? [stroking the tail

Tail: ... [shivering

Steve: ...Eat something else when you're hungry, let go of that tail, that's all I can eat.

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Wow~ I haven't met yet [pretentious] Hahahaha, we will officially meet in the next chapter~

Thank you for the nutrient solution irrigation of purple ice rose~