How to become a mermaid

Chapter 376 Our marine life favorite (____)!

In addition to the singing [Fishhead Trumpet Plant], Shamanleir also unloaded a lot of strange things from the ship.

For example, when you hear music, it will emit pollen that makes people laugh [Itchy Flower], and [Chives], which grows until the soil fertility is exhausted, has hundreds of colors of flowers growing on a single tree. The 【Palette Tree】.

Shamanleir even improved the butterfly tree, crossed it with light mushrooms, and bred it into a [colorful fluorescent version of the butterfly tree] that can be kept as a plant or as a pet...

Almost every time something was unloaded from the ship, Moni would be shocked by Shamanlael's amazing imagination.

When the things in the plant area were unloaded and they came to the animal area, Mooney didn't even know what to say.

"Little fish...you don't seem to be at this age now, do you?" Moni pointed to the thing held in Shamanleir's hand and said with a somewhat tangled expression.

I saw that in the slender palm of Samantel, he was holding a long flesh-pink object about half an arm long.

Its body surface is covered with dense wart-like protrusions. When it squirms slowly, it not only has a visual impact that makes the scalp tingle, but also takes into account the strange characteristics that make people think.

"Phew!" Maybe it was uncomfortable being held by someone, a small hole suddenly opened in the thing in Shamanleir's hand, and a mouthful of crystal water sprayed out from it.

"No! Put this thing down quickly! You are still a juvenile fish, you can't do this!" Seeing that thing spraying water, Mony couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to stop the child from walking on it as a "brother". Astray.

Seeing Moni's excited reaction, Samantel immediately guessed what was going on in his head, and the way he looked at him became strange.

Waving the thing in his hand angrily, Shaman Lair shouted loudly: "What are you thinking about! This thing is just a [Sea Anemone Scrub] used to clean the body!"

In order to justify the name of his little sea anemone, Samantel pressed it on his arm and wiped it vigorously.

"Chi-chi-chi-gu..." There was a greasy rubbing sound.

Every time it was rubbed, the sea anemone in Shamanlell's hand would spit out a mouthful of viscous transparent liquid.

Under the rubbing of countless tentacles, the liquid gradually bubbled, forming a large circle of rich foam on Shamanlear's arm.

It's fluffy and plump, and even has a faint grassy scent, which is not inferior to those big-name shower gels on the earth!
After rubbing, Shamanlael wiped off the foam on his arm, pointed to his obviously clean left hand and showed it to Moni: "Look! How clean it is! Just wipe off the foam!"

"And it's super comfortable! It's so soft when you rub it, it's like countless fingers are gently massaging!"

"It can even be used repeatedly. After each use, just feed it some foam seaweed and throw it back into the water tank to keep it going!"

While saying this, Shamanlael even pinched the sea anemone on his hand vigorously, stimulating it to spray a few more mouthfuls of water.

Looking at Shaman Lair who was introducing his invention in a serious manner, and then at the [Sea Anemone Scrub] foaming at the mouth, the corners of Moni's mouth twitched violently twice, feeling his The misunderstanding has not only not been resolved, but has become deeper.

"I think...in fact, it can be changed to a better shape...it can be made a little more acceptable!" He hesitated for a long time, and choked out such a sentence.

What Moni didn't expect was that Shaman Lair quickly answered.

"I changed it! There are several colors!"

Saying that, Shamanlael threw the little sea anemone that had been ravaged dryly back into the glass tank, and took out a bunch of other bath sticks from it.

Red, green, blue, thick, thin, long, short, all kinds of colors and shapes.

"Hiss..." Seeing the large pile of bath anemone sticks in Shaman Lair's hand, Moni gasped.

He didn't dare to ask any more questions, let alone speak any more, and hurriedly dissuaded him: "Okay, I know it's a good thing! Put them down!"

"Oh..." Hearing this, Samantel responded with some unsatisfactory expression, and put all the sea anemones in his hand back to their original places.

Then, another large glass tank covered with a black cloth was moved out!
"I'll show you a good thing!" Shaman Laier changed his previous slump, put his hand on the glass tank, and said to Moni mysteriously: "Among so many sea anemones I have cultivated, this one It's what I'm most satisfied with!"

"I promise, as long as you experience it once, you will never forget it!"

During his years in the Arctic, Shamanel restarted his anemone bed breeding program, and it went well.

By the tenth year, he had grown a rudimentary version of the anemone bed.

Big, soft, and full of tentacles, it's exactly the love of his dreams.

Yet such a thing as desire is endless.

After successfully obtaining the first version of the anemone bed, he soon had new requirements, so he made improvements on this basis.

After the second edition, the third edition... and so on, it finally evolved into the current ultimate version!
"Let you see it, my highest masterpiece!" Shamanel pulled the black cloth vigorously, fully revealing the contents of the glass jar.

I saw a transparent glass about two meters long, filled with half a tank of light blue sea water, and...a group of unknown objects floating in the water.

It should probably be just a sea anemone, but I can't see the specific shape, and I can only see endless tentacles at a glance.

The dense red tentacles stuck to the glass and floated in the sea water, so many that they almost overflowed!

At the very top of these tentacles, there is also a small suction cup. Whenever these suction cups are removed from the glass, there will be a crisp "Bo~" sound.

"Boom~"

As if noticing the change in the surrounding environment, the body of the unknown creature in the glass tank trembled twice, and then slowly deformed under Moni's shocked eyes, and stood up from the tank!

It squirmed upward bit by bit, and the body that was originally spread out into a big pie gradually took shape.

From the soles of the feet to the calves, to the thighs, and the entire torso, neck, head...

In the end, it turned into a moni made of countless tentacles!
These bright red tentacles are floating freely in the air, and the small suction cups at the top are still opening and closing, like little mouths that want to be dissatisfied.

Mooney dares to swear by his throne, in his 130-year-old life, he has never seen such a terrifying creature!

It suffocates him even more than that sea anemone dragon!

What made him even more horrified was that this ghost thing slowly stretched out its hand forward!

"Small...little fish!" Moni's voice trembled slightly, and he looked at Shaman Lair with eyes asking for help.

help me!let it stop!

What made him desperate was that Shamanlael didn't have any intention of helping him, but showed a bright smile, and said briskly: "Wow! It is greeting you! It seems that it likes it very much." you!"

"Gollum..."

Just when Moni called for help to no avail, the unknown creature had already made contact with him.

Creamy, moist, and with a touch of inexplicable firmness came from the palm of the hand.

Mooney lowered his head, watching the thing climb up his palm little by little, like a red glove, tightly wrapping the entire palm.

The dense tentacles and fine hair rubbed against each other, giving off a creepy touch.

In just an instant, goosebumps all over Moni's body rose.

What made him even more suffocated was that Shaman Lair was still laughing at the side and making up the knife: "It will stick tightly to your skin in the end, wrap your whole body, and then slowly touch your body Wriggling, massaging your body with countless tentacles, and then gently sucking you with those small suction cups!"

"It's that sucking feeling! Numb, crispy! Let you spend a wonderful night in the fluttering comfort!"

How can you say such terrible words from a mouth with a temperature of more than 30 degrees!
Mooney didn't feel any expectation at all, but was stimulated by the greasy touch on his arm, making his stomach churn.

"Chi-chi-chi-gu..." There was a greasy rubbing sound.

Money lowered his head and saw that the unknown creature had already climbed onto his elbow and was about to cover his whole body.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted loudly: "No!"

"This kind of thing is still a premature experience for humans!"

After speaking, he pulled out the thing in his hand violently, stuffed it into the glass jar roughly, and quickly covered it with a black cloth.

The whole process was done in one go, without the slightest procrastination, as if a second of delay would lead to catastrophe!
Shamanleir's [Extremely Luxurious Dream Sea Anemone Bed] was rejected by Moni just like that.

In this regard, he expressed a little anger.

Humans really don't know how to appreciate!I think when he introduced this kind of thing to Alicia and the arctic creatures, he got unanimous praise!

There is a large anemone bed that can automatically massage the whole body and change into various shapes according to the user's posture. It is soft and comfortable to the touch. What's wrong with it?

Tentacles are the best!Tentacles are their favorite among sea creatures!
The promotion of luxury anemone beds failed, resulting in a listless look for Shaman Lyle.

After casually introducing all kinds of small sea anemones he raised and some weird seaweed plants to Mony, he returned to the boat and took down his magical conch.

The snail is still the same snail, even after using it for so long, the appearance is still so smooth and translucent, and even because it has been played for a long time, the whole snail shell is covered with a layer of glass-like patina.

It's so slippery and moist, the Moni next door is crying.

"This is the magic conch you mentioned? It's a bit different from what I imagined, it looks more like a handicraft." Pointing to the magic conch in Shamanleir's hand, Moni said with an unexpected expression.

Shamanleir didn't explain too much, just raised the big conch shell in his hand, and said confidently:
"It's called a snail that can't look like it! Just wait, I'll use it to find Edwin tonight!"

……

At night, the palace of Digea.

After experiencing an assassin incident, the security in the entire palace became much stricter. Not only soldiers stood guard in each room, but also people patrolled the entire palace.

As for the assassin's investigation, the results were almost reached.

The data officer responsible for examining the identities and backgrounds of the palace attendants has been missing for a day.

Missing at this juncture, it doesn't take much to say that he has a big problem.

Money has sent people to search for his whereabouts, but there is no result yet.

As for the Assassin's matter, Shaman Lair has paid attention to this, and the next investigation is Moni's own business. He is now going to use the magic conch to find Edwin's whereabouts.

"Mysterious conch, please guide me to find the whereabouts of Edwin Jean Kendall!"

"He is the archbishop of the Sacred Fire Cult, and he is also the object of belief of the Sacred Fire Cult believers. In the main city of the Mayan Empire, there is also a giant statue of him..."

After talking to the conch, Shamanlell put it to his ear and fell into a deep sleep.

...

Maybe it's because he has used the magic conch more times, and Shaman Lair is now used to the feeling of being separated from his soul.

He didn't faint for long this time, and soon regained consciousness.

He originally thought that he would appear in a church of the Holy Fire Cult this time, but he didn't expect to see darkness in front of him.

Is the animal I possessed this time blind?
As soon as this thought flashed through Shamanleir's mind, it was dismissed.

It's not blind, it's just that the surrounding environment is too dark.

The animal he possessed this time seems to be just a gecko, which is lying firmly on the ceiling at this time.

The eyesight of a gecko is not bad. Even in a nearly dark space, you can vaguely see a few coffin-like things in the center of the room.

That old Edwin finally died?

A trace of doubt flashed in Shamanleir's heart, and he decided to climb down to have a look.

In the silent darkness, a small gecko the size of a thumb was crawling rapidly.

When it almost crawled to the center of the room, it suddenly heard a sound coming from the front.

It seems that someone is coming!

Hearing the movement, Samantel hurriedly stopped and hid his body in a gap in the ground.

"Snapped!"

Just as he was hiding, the room suddenly turned on a light.

Under the dim light, Shamanlael, who was hiding in the cracks of the floor tiles, quietly poked his head out to look out, and caught a glimpse of a group of white shadows slowly drifting closer.

If it wasn't for the familiar Holy Fire Cult uniform, he almost thought he saw a ghost again!

When the Holy Fire Cultist who pretended to be a ghost approached, Shamanlael also saw clearly the things in the center of the room.

Not a coffin, but several glass warehouses.

This deja vu style made Shamanleer see at a glance that it was Edwin's old-fashioned handwriting.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to hear Edwin's voice.

"How is the arrangement?" The hoarse voice was a bit inaudible, as if separated by a layer of glass.

——It is true that the glass is separated, and the speaker is lying in the glass cabin!
"Those people have been notified, and His Excellency just needs to wait for the Day of the Founding of the Church!" The "ghost" floating in the air replied.

(End of this chapter)