Lan Huan looked at the man who could get close to her sister with some surprise, then put on a innocent and harmless smile on her face, and put on the armor obediently, "I'm done wearing it, sister, are you satisfied with it?"
"
Ye Nanyin heard the sound and wanted to lift his head from Ming Jue's chest, but his eyes were clasped by his slender hands.
Then I heard Ming Jue asking in a low voice, "You shark people don't have normal clothes?"
Ye Nanyin was a little curious as to what kind of abnormal clothes it was that made the taciturn Brother Jue speak.
Through the smiling fingers, she vaguely saw the armor on the shoulders, the collar opened directly to the lower abdomen, and the sultry temperament rushed towards her face.
Ye Nanyin: "..." Indeed, it would be better not to wear it.
"No." Lan Huan looked at Ming Jue with a confident tone that was somewhat unfriendly.
Lan Huan didn't like this cold man who bullied her sister. When facing him, even her smile faded, and her blue eyes were filled with warmth and anger.
Until a pile of exquisite robes seemed to fall from the sky and hit him on the head, leaving him a little confused.
Then came a colder voice, "Get dressed or I'll take her away, your choice."
Lan Huan tensed up for a moment, grabbed those gorgeous fabrics, and put them all over his body. He had never worn this kind of clothes before, so he barely covered everything on his body that should be covered, even his neck.
It looks like it is covered tightly.
"Does this count as dressing up? You can't take your sister away, she's here to find me!"
Lan Huan's anxious eyes turned red, looking aggrieved.
Ming Jue glanced at her expressionlessly and did not respond. Instead, he put down the hand covering Ye Nanyin's eyes and put it on her shoulder instead.
"...Pfft." Ye Nanyin couldn't help laughing out loud after seeing the messy and fancy outfits on Lan Huan's body. If she read it right, Brother Jue gave Lan Huan two sets of clothes. Their couple's outfits were both.
Trapped by a small shark.
It was obviously a fine and luxurious costume made with a lot of money, but he just wore it like a beggar's uniform.
“Mix and match style, well dressed.”
Lan Huan's eyes turned red with grievance, "Sister, why are you bullying me? You obviously protected me in the past."
"Hey... don't cry. Have you grown so tall in vain? Why are you still the same as when you were a child, crying non-stop whenever you feel wronged?"
Ye Nanyin bent down helplessly and picked up the few shark beads he cried out and put them into his spiritual ring.
Only the shark king can cry out the shark beads, but good things cannot be wasted.
"Okay, Xiaomeren, I'm not here to protect you today. I have something to ask you." Ye Nanyin's tone carried a sense of alienation that was unfamiliar to Lan Huan.
"Do you, the Shark Clan, have close contact with the God Clan? Have you ever mentioned to the God Clan about what happened to me?"
Going back to the conspiracy ten thousand years ago, Lan Huan at that time was still the simple little shark.
Lan Huan's head shook like a rattle, "Sister, I didn't. I promised you not to say anything. That is a secret between us. I have never told anyone else, nor have I ever thought about telling anyone else."
He raised his red eyes and looked at her. The originally bright eyes were dimming little by little. He asked cautiously, "Did sister come to the Sharman tribe because she suspected that I had done something to hurt you?"
"
Ye Nanyin neither admitted nor denied it.
The sea race has declined so much since the gods took control of this continent, and every mermaid standing here has a sickly pale complexion.
Even if Xiaomer used the secret between them to trade with the gods for the survival of the race, she had no right to blame anyone.
Because they are not living a good life, this is not what Ye Nanyin wants to see.
"I didn't! I won't! My life was given by you, sister. I would rather die than betray you."
Lan Huan is now the king of the sharks, and his mood swings are related to the mood of the entire shark clan.
Everyone in the Sharman tribe could feel his sadness at this moment, and intermittent sad songs, like wails, could be heard not far away.
"Sister, please believe me."
Lan Huan's shark tail was soft, her whole body was shorter than Ye Nanyin's, and her mood seemed to be a little broken.
Lan Huan was so happy just now, but now she is so sad.
He thought that his sister was here to save him and the Sharman clan.
For thousands of years, the only thing that kept him alive was the promise he made with his sister. When she left, she said she would see him again.
He always felt that his life was given to him by his sister, and even if he died, he should die in her hands.
Ye Nanyin took a deep breath, reached out and rubbed his golden head, "I'm sorry, little Shark."
She blamed herself a little for being too direct and ignoring it would hurt him.
"It's not that I don't believe you. I've been tortured by the gods for nearly ten thousand years, and I haven't fully cultivated myself yet. I just recently discovered that the person who really hurt me was my friend who once got along with me, Xiaomeren.
You may not understand that now I can’t trust anyone I’ve ever been with, including you.”
"Little Shark, please recall, tens of thousands of years ago, after I left, did any of the gods visit you, the Shark clan?"
"Is there anyone who is trying to find out about me, covertly or covertly?"
"Anyone……"
"Yes!" Lan Huan, who was half paralyzed on the ground, suddenly raised his head, "But it is not a god. It has no racial aura on its body. It is dressed in black and cannot see its face. It asked me if I knew you. I saw it.
The dress was too weird, so I said I didn’t recognize him.”
After thousands of years, Lan Huan still had a deep impression on that person, because he was so weird and had a weird aura around him, which made people shudder.
"What happened after that?" Ye Nanyin frowned, "Did she...do anything strange to you, or did anything strange happen to you?"
If Lan Huan hadn't taken the initiative to say it, then... it was most likely... a spiritual spell.
Lan Huan was just a teenage shark at the time, and it was too easy to overcome his mental defense.
Lan Huan blinked her blue and red eyes, "I...I don't remember it myself, but I heard from my tribe that I sleepwalked for three days and went to the deep sea to fight with sea beasts every day, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember it.
No impression at all.”
really.
It is the sequelae of mental magic.
Ye Nanyin closed his eyes, and there was a vague mist in his eyes, which he couldn't uncover, "Xiao Yuren, think about it carefully, what is your deepest impression of that man who dressed up strangely?"
She couldn't think deeply, and the more she thought about it, the more terrifying she became.
The road she has walked, the places she has experienced, there is someone she doesn't know who has been following her, and she has never even noticed?
After hearing this, Lan Huan closed her eyes, trying to find out the clues about this person from her long memory.
"It... it's very thin and tall. I can't tell its gender. I... I remembered that there is a vermilion mark on the tailbone of its little finger." This chapter has been completed!
