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

His sight disappeared again, and Steve nestled under his shed, wrapped a layer of mud under the hollowed out tree trunk and put it on the fire, warming it with the heat of embers, simmering the food he found that contained a certain amount of starch in it. small fruit.

He felt a little... uncomfortable eating fish.

Although some foods are already very good, but if you keep eating them, probably no one can bear them.

Angus, whose diet has only been fish since he was born: Huh? ?

I don't know where that sight went, it's been a long time.

Although I have left before, but not for so long.

The previous thoughts returned to his mind, and Steve realized deeply that he had really been trapped on this island for too long.He actually began to care about a line of sight that he couldn't explain the origin of.

Maybe it's just something in the sea staring at this piece of meat.

Amused by his own imagination, Steve lowered his head, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

When he felt that he was about to die, the last thing Angus saw was that miraculous expression.An expression he had never seen on any siren's face.

Sirens know that they may die in the next second, and there will be thousands of endings, so they are almost indifferent to death compared to welcoming new life.

Every siren can face the death of its own kind calmly, and even face its own death calmly.

But Angus smashed the stone with one tail, and then the entire fish tail was instantly collapsed by the overflowing energy. The tailbone was annihilated, and when most of the fish tail disappeared, great pain and reluctance hit him at the same time. Angus.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood left in the fish tail, but Angus still swallowed the minced meat and materials along with his stump and broken bones with the heat of his throat burning.

The sirens will try their best to survive, but they will not show the lingering look of struggling to survive when they are dying. Their death is clean and beautiful, full of mourning songs of the tribe.

That was the only time in the race when there was some tenderness for death.

Angus knew from birth that he was going to die, and that day could come at any time.

But after eating the minced meat that cut his throat, made him hot and even burned his stomach, he knew he was going to die, and he regretted it.

It's not because of my own recklessness, but because I'm regretting why I didn't take a bite of the human being I raised.

Obviously wanting to eat so much, wanting to eat so much that I suppressed my desire to eat.

So in the end, when death came, he returned to the small island in a trance, arrived next to the human beings, and saw a magical expression that made him very hungry.

At that moment, he had an upsurge of emotion.

It seems to crawl from the ear fins to the cochlea, and then spread to the eye sockets, and finally slowly infiltrate the body, leaving a comfortable feeling in the stomach.

His death was full of struggle and embarrassment, and he was not surrounded by mourning songs from his clan, but this seemed to be not bad.

Angus closed his eyes meekly.

Just as Steve was about to test whether his simmering fruit was ripe, the air in front of him suddenly twisted, and a hideous half corpse appeared directly in front of him.

In the eyes of the soldiers, Captain America, who was almost omnipotent, coughed suddenly, the fruit stuck in his throat, and his whole face turned red.

He hammered his chest vigorously, forcing himself to swallow the hot fruit, and then rushed forward, his strong body almost stumbling down the entire simple shed.

Captain America threw himself directly onto the street, the red beans on his chest just lying on the hot ashes under the overturned pot. You must know that he hasn't worn a shirt since he caught a bagful of fish with it.

In the end, he rolled and crawled, rushing to the side of the half of the people with a hissing sound in his mouth.

It was only when he knelt down on the ground and didn't know what to do with that half... that he noticed something more frightening than the half.

It's not that there is no lower body, but that the lower body now only has bones...

Jade white, bones with a dark blue halo.

Due to the scarcity of fresh water, Steve's dry lips were open at the moment, and he didn't know how to close them.

What kind of bone is that...

There is a long main bone in the middle, like a human spine, and two rows of side bones are arranged slightly downwards, like...

It's like eating fish...

Steve wanted to say something, and then suddenly remembered that there was no one else beside him, and suddenly felt a deep loneliness.

He knelt there, unconsciously rubbing his aching chest with his hands, looking at everything in front of him, not knowing how to react at all.

what is this……

people?fish?

Mermaid! ? ? ?

After being dazed for a long time, Steve's blank brain began to creak, rusty, and began to work with difficulty.

In the end, he ignored the huge fish bones and chose to shift his attention to the upper body of the man.

Then he froze again.

...beautiful...mermaid? ?Does such a creature really exist?

No...is this a man?Flat chest should be a man...

Probably not a girl who hasn't grown up yet...

Steve felt that his face was hot for a moment, but it must not be a girl.

Although it can't be seen as male or female.In terms of gender... male and female?

No no no, Steve Rogers what the hell are you thinking right now!

Steve spurned himself, fiddled with the air a few times, and finally hugged the man's upper half...

The lush algae-like hair fell down, and Steve saw the man's ears.

The light blue fins are slightly transparent, drooping with no vitality at the moment, beautifully like some exquisite handicraft.

Looking away, Steve focused his attention on the only normal face.

No, normal people would never have such a face.absolute!

The feeling of a mermaid in a fairy tale in one's arms is amazing.

This is the only remaining thought in his mind, which seems to have a certain meaning, but it is completely impossible to be meaningful.

Put the person out of the hot sun on the shed that has collapsed into a pile, and put the person... um, just a person... gently on a banana leaf.After Steve finished this set of movements, he only felt a thin layer of sweat on his back.

I don't know whether to be surprised or nervous.

He supported his waist, looked down at the lying... mermaid, turned his body halfway on the spot, somewhat at a loss, and brushed his forehead hair that had been tangle-up, what should he do now?

The author has something to say: Only half of Angus left: Ah, so hungry.

Steve: ...This is not a real mermaid, this is not a real mermaid, this is not a real mermaid

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