How to become a mermaid

Chapter 87 How Dragons Breathe Fire

"Son! Show Dad another fire-breathing show, okay?"

"not good!"

"Why? Isn't this interesting? I have two dragonborn sons!"

"This is an achievement that no other mermaid father has ever achieved! It's unheard of, Pochi, I'm really amazing!"

After Planck left, Pochi began to entangle Shaman Lair.

According to him, the doctor has already checked and found nothing wrong, so he, the family member of the patient, does not need to worry too much, just wait for the doctor's final diagnosis result.

Before that, I was idle anyway, so I might as well play with my son.

And Shamanlael saw Pochi's thoughts at a glance, and didn't want to cooperate with his curiosity at all, so he swam away without looking back with Ole's tail.

"Hey~" Seeing Shamanleir leave, Pochi sighed, feeling that his little son was too uncute.

"Money is more interesting, but when will Mooney come back? If I let him breathe fire, he should be happy to show me?" Pochi said to himself.

"Roar!!"

As if responding to Pochi, Moni's angry roar sounded outside the dock.

The evil dragon is still fighting the evil fish, it seems that there will be no time to take care of it for a while.

……

While Pochi was waiting for Moni, Shamanlael hid in the corner of the fish tank and secretly practiced breathing fire.

It's not that he has to hide it from Pochi, it's just that Pochi's curious gaze will make Shamanlell feel like he's being treated like a zoo monkey.

And he can't spray it well now, and he has to wait until he can spray it out smoothly if he wants to perform.

"Drink...tui!"

Samantel was trying to recall his state just now, spewing out fire like spitting.

However, no matter how you spray it, you can only spray saliva stars.

It is obvious that you can spit out fire subconsciously, but now you really want to try it, but you can't.

"Ah tui!"

"Drink tui!"

"I tui! tui! tui!"

As he practiced repeatedly, clusters of semi-frozen saliva came out of Shamanlael's mouth, and swayed around in the fish tank with the water waves.

Seeing his own saliva floating everywhere in the fish tank, Shamanleir felt a little embarrassed.

As an exquisite male fish, this was the first time he was so uncivilized.

Fortunately, there are other small fishes in the fish tank for viewing besides him. They seem to be very interested in Shamenlier's saliva, and soon they wagged their tails and surrounded him, and took a mouthful of the saliva happily. swallow.

They were not satisfied after eating the spittle stars around them, and these colorful reef fish even circled around Shamanlear.

The mouths of the fish were opened wide, like chicks waiting to be fed, waiting for him to spit two more mouthfuls.

At first glance, the scene seems dreamlike.

The beautiful mermaid is surrounded by a variety of brightly colored small fish, covered with seaweed and coral, and sometimes transparent jellyfish and sea anemones of various colors swim by.

There is perfect harmony between fish and fish.

No wonder!
Hey, hey, spread out, I'm not spitting, I'm practicing fire breathing!

Shamanlael helplessly pushed away the small fish around him, trying to recall his state just now.

Spitfire...how on earth do you do it?

First of all, he was stabbed in the throat by a wooden stick, and he went to the left twice, and then he went to the right twice.

Shamanleir stretched out his fingers, imitating the small wooden stick just now to test in his mouth.

However, his fingers were thicker than a wooden stick, just moving back and forth in his throat like this, not only did not make him spit out fire, but almost spit it out with a yue sound.

"vomit…"

Shamanlael made himself almost vomit, temporarily put down his fingers, covered his neck and retched non-stop.

Whether it is a human or a mermaid, the sensitive throat cannot withstand the violation of fingers, and they will subconsciously vomit.

He then tried various methods for almost an hour, but still made no substantial progress.

Why is it so troublesome to breathe fire? It's really annoying!Stop spraying!

Due to the influence of the red moon, Shamanleir has been a little agitated recently. After trying for so long, he has not succeeded, and irritability gradually arises in his heart.

And just when he felt irritable, he suddenly felt a surge of heat in his heart, and he felt like he wanted to vent it immediately.

That's right, it's now!Spit it out!
"Roar!" Samantel let out an angry roar.

He opened his mouth wide and spit out a cluster of…

Little Flame!
Not to mention the pillar of fire, it wasn't even a fireball, just a ball of flame the size of a quail egg.

The small crimson flame made a soft "sizzling" sound after touching the surrounding sea water, and was immediately extinguished by the water.

Even the fish surrounding Shamanleir were unaffected, and continued to circle around him with their mouths open.

Although the flames he spewed out were so weak, Shamanlear suddenly regained his spirit.

Look, I can do this!

How did it just come out?

It seemed that it was because I was not in a good mood, and then I started to feel a burning feeling in my heart, which kept rising, and the fire just spit out so naturally.

So... the point of breathing fire is not the throat, but the position of the heart?
Shamanlael touched his heart, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Is your heart burning because of restlessness, or anger?
Shamanlael seemed to understand the principle of breathing fire, closed his eyes and began to think about the things that made him angry.

He had flashes of the scene where Mooney suddenly appeared and started chasing them.

"Money!" Not long after, Shamanlaer suddenly opened his eyes.

His chest heaved, and a small fireball the size of an egg sprayed out from his throat with his mouth wide open.

The small fireball still didn't last long, and was soon doused by sea water.

But this time the little fish around him were scared, and they didn't want to eat the merman's saliva anymore, so they all ran away wagging their tails.

Seeing that the fire that erupted this time was bigger than before, Shamanlear was very excited.

He turned around a few times excitedly in the water, then closed his eyes to think again.

Not long after, he opened his eyes again and shouted:
"Damn Money!"

What followed was a ball of fire that was slightly larger than before.

This time it was still successful, Shamanleir was greatly encouraged, and closed his eyes again to think about it.

"It's all your fault! Money!"

There was another angry roar, and Shamanlael could finally spit out a fist-sized fireball.

Close your eyes.

"Money!"

Open your eyes.

"Roar!"

Close your eyes.

"Money!"

Open your eyes.

"boom!"

……

Amidst the sound of accountability to Moni, Shamanlael spewed out balls of fireballs.

These fireballs fluctuated from big to small, fluctuating with his emotions.

"Huhu..." After spitting out about a dozen balls of fire, Shamanlael began to pant heavily.

He felt that his throat was so dry and hoarse that it hurt a little, so he immediately stopped breathing fire.

The ability to exercise should also be moderate. He has just started now, so he can't act too hastily.

After several experiments, Shamanleir finally understood that the more excited he was, the bigger the fireball would be.

It's no wonder that most of the dragons in people's descriptions are irritable elder brothers. It turns out that if you are not irritable, you are not strong!

　Money: Ah...ahhhh!

　　Is someone calling my name? (scratches head)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)