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

The half of the man was not breathing, dead, but Steve soon discovered his mistake.

Feeling the slight flow of air while touching the slowly closing gills on his neck, he was sure that the magical creature in front of him hadn't lost any signs of life.

He looked at the mermaid, then at the deserted island, and began to wonder how long he had slept.

Or... is he really still in his original world?

It didn't take long for him to realize that he couldn't think like this any longer.

The mermaid's condition is not very good, and Steve's attempts to give him some water or food have failed.Either eat it and spit it out, or simply can't pry the mouth open.

He tried to move a little harder, and then he was bitten by the sharp serrated teeth that changed suddenly, and his hands were covered in blood.

After many attempts, he felt that the mermaid would die soon even if it didn't die at the beginning, so he forcefully fed him some minced fish meat.

Eating is finally eating, and I ate it together with a small piece of flesh and blood in my hand.

Steve was out of luck.

Soon, the naked_exposed and shining fish bones began to produce some purple and red things at some point, which seemed to be blood vessels.

Steve pondered for a moment.

Maybe this kind of miraculous creature is not the same as a human being, and he cannot use the living conditions of human beings to apply to another different creature.

There may be very bad consequences.

What if the mermaid survived by ingesting something in the air?

After all... for so many days, the mermaid has not excreted anything...

This relieved him.

It's not clear whether it's because he doesn't have to take care of Lazar other than eating and drinking, or because the fantasy of the mermaid has finally been precariously maintained.

Those vomiting and biting movements may be his own defenses.

On the tenth day, granulation began to grow on the bones of the mermaid's lower body.

Fortunately, there was no one around, because Steve squatted next to it for more than three hours just to watch the mermaid's lower body grow a thin layer of fresh tissue.

That scene... if someone bystander saw it was really...

It's no longer a level of abnormality that can be described.

Angus regained consciousness on the No. 15 day, but only regained consciousness.

He dimly felt that there was something beside him, both familiar and strange.

There was sea water splashed on his body, and the dry and cracked places where he was splashed immediately healed a lot.

Before he had time to distinguish what was next to him, Angus was dazzled by the strong hunger from his stomach.

There was a living creature nearby, and I didn't have the strength to make more powerful moves, but...if I waited for it to get close enough, I could take a bite.

So, be patient, be patient.

Angus, that's prey.

He waited in a daze for a while, and when a trace of fresh flesh and blood approached, he suddenly opened his eyes.The dark blue pupils shrunk into beast-like prolate spheroids, and the sharp teeth snapped at the nearest flesh and blood.

At that time, Steve was holding a slightly stronger shell to scoop up sea water and splash it on the mermaid.

About a week or so later, Steve found that there were cracked marks on the mermaid's arms, and the delicate skin was in a gray and dry state, and white flakes would fall off when touched a little.

Although he thought of the fact that the fish might die of thirst after landing, he didn't dare to put the mermaid into the sea. He couldn't get over such a hideous wound soaked in the sea.

After being fed fresh water and then being slapped in the face, he learned to pour sea water directly over his entire body.

Although the action looked really rude and felt like bullying the fish, Steve swore that this was really the way he tried several times and found that the mermaid was the most adaptable and useful.

So he added another job of splashing water to the fish in his daily life.

But obviously, things are different today.

When his ankles were cold, Steve moved in a weird way, his hands were still stretched forward in the motion of pouring sea water, but the waist below had flexibly protruded outwards, and his hips were raised, like the movements of some comedian , the whole person twisted and stereotyped.

Steve looked down at the gleaming set of teeth, and let out an ooh.The dark blue pupils are also naked-naked animality, without a trace of humanity in them.

But it was the piece of blue that saved him.

The mermaid exhausted all his strength with one movement, his arms struggled to support the half of his body that was thrown out, his eyes became more and more fierce, and even faintly flashed a few traces of scarlet that was so hungry that he was crazy.

Weakness and ferocity co-exist on a beautiful and immature face, and in Steve's heart, a certain attitude of tolerance towards small animals with teeth and claws begins to ferment.

"Are you hungry?" Steve moved a little away from him, squatted down and looked at him and asked.

The only response to him was the ferocious movement of Angus baring his teeth.

Seeing his 'full of energy', Steve couldn't help exhaling, and relaxed: "Hey...if you're hungry, I can...feed you..."

He gestured while talking, first he rubbed his stomach, opened his mouth and pointed inside, then pointed to himself, then pointed to Angus.

After making gestures, he paused.

No, how does this action seem to invite him to eat himself...

"I, for food..." He pointed to the pile of ashes in front of Angus, "here." Pointing at Angus.

This movement of talking and gesticulating was repeated five times, Angus closed his mouth, and his teeth turned into a normal round shape.He shrank back, as if he understood.

Steve stretched out his arms: "I'm not in danger..." He crouched and approached Angus who was on alert step by step.

"Look, I don't have teeth, and I don't have a weapon." Opening his mouth and spreading his arms, Steve didn't feel ashamed that he was only wearing ripped pants now.

After all... After so many days of field training, I can only say that it is still fresh, not bad...

When the distance was close enough, Angus did not move.

Steve didn't relax his vigilance, and he still paid attention to Angus' movements from the corner of his eye.He grabbed the little homemade pot and started a fire.

The focus on him followed his arms to the way he lit the fire, and Steve glanced at his staring eyes and curled his mouth.

When he was relaxing, the black shadow suddenly flashed, and Steve suddenly lifted the pot out of his hand, just caught the jaw that was rushing forward, and put his hands some distance away, he was thrown by a huge and surprising force fell to the ground.

Steve resisted the teeth that the broken wooden pot almost reached his face, and his voice was short and high-pitched: "This is not something we negotiated!!"

Unmoved, Angus raised his hand, and his thin white fingers seemed to snap off.

Steve didn't dare to let the finger directly touch his flesh, freed his hand, and he supported the finger that was inserted quickly.

"Oh, I really don't want to..."

The force was so strong that Steve felt as if he was confronting some huge sea beast.He propped up his legs, and pushed his knees hard against the soft belly of the mermaid, without holding back his hands.

Angus bowed in pain, Steve took this opportunity to quickly pinch his two wrists and cut behind him, then turned over and pressed against the back of his neck, firmly pressing down.

There must be no slack.

Steve tilted his head: "Maybe I should be thankful that you only have half of it..." He put his knees on Angus's lower back, and glanced at his fish tail, which has not fully grown its muscle tissue and can only make small movements .

"Otherwise, I might not be able to suppress you."

"What the hell are you..." Steve muttered incomprehensibly.

"Haha..." Angus tilted his head and opened his mouth and let out a vicious, irritable voice.

"roll--"

Steve's eardrums swelled, and his whole mind was spinning. He couldn't hear the sound, but seeing Angus stubbornly pointing his mouth at himself in a stubborn posture, he could also understand what happened.

He opened his mouth and made a chewing motion, trying to relieve the strong impact on his eardrums.In a hurry, he pressed Angus with his whole body, then randomly grabbed something slippery from the side and stuffed it roughly into Angus' mouth.

"Ahem..." The mermaid coughed a few times, and Steve felt that his ears were much better.

But the buzzing still continued, and he even wanted to vomit.

Shaking his head and taking a breath, the softness in his heart for small animals has long been screaming and running away.He looked down and noticed what he had stuffed in Angus's mouth.

It was a snake with a red ring on a black background.

He slowly opened his eyes...a snake?

Where did the snake come from!

Hastily reaching out to pick his mouth, Steve panicked.

Angus smelled the meat in his mouth, his eyes brightened, he chewed twice, saw him reach out and swallowed it, and closed his mouth tightly.So fast that Steve didn't even have time to grab his jaw and claw the snake out.

Steve lost his hand and twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

"Bah——" Angus bah bah twice, and spat out a small half of the snake's head.

Then a pair of eyes glared fiercely at Steve, with a hint of complacency in it.

Steve looked at his mouth still agitating slightly, and Angus, who couldn't see the dangerous posture, recovered.

Is the mermaid princess in the fairy tale also so fierce...?

The author has something to say: Angus [just learned to read and read Alien]: Ah, Steve, do you think I look like that... [open mouth]

Steve: ...Don't watch this, you should watch something else, come on, this is Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale, there is a mermaid like you in it.

Angus [gradually suspects Yusheng]:? ? ? ? ?What kind of fish is this? ?same as me? ? [unbelievable]

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