Chapter 57 [Jiaozhu] He is just a pet for fun

A Jiang didn't say anything, but blinked and looked at Chen Lian weakly.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think you're cute?"

A Jiang nodded. He felt that he was very beautiful and very cute, and was more than capable of attracting Shen.

“I’m cute.”

Chen Lian smiled. Ah Jiang's appearance just now was indeed not very good, but now when he said such words, there was a kind of innocent cuteness.

"My name is A Jiang, what's yours?" A Jiang wanted to know his name and kept it in his heart, thinking that when he returned to the bottom of the sea next year, he would take a precious shell, engrave his name on it, and wear it on his body.

In the West Sea, only the name of each king's queen can be worn by the current king.

Shen Lian looked down at him, "You are not worthy of knowing my name."

A look of disappointment lingered in Ajahn's expectant eyes. He consoled himself that there was still a long way to go and he would eventually find out.

"From today on, you are my servant and I am your master."

A Jiang nodded silently and listened silently. He was willing to be Shen Lian's slave and willing to be the servant of the future queen.

"What are you and I going to do from now on? Serve tea and water?"

Chen Lian hadn't thought it through. He just wanted to keep a pretty toy around him on a whim. It was pleasing to the eyes, but he didn't know what to ask A Jiang to do.

Chen Lian looked at A Jiang, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Serving tea? That's too much for you." He said with a playful smile, "You're a mermaid, so you should do things differently."

"What?" Ajahn blinked expectantly, because he thought blinking was cute.

"Can you sing?" Chen Lian had heard while visiting the market that mermaids had the most beautiful voices, and if one could hear one just once, it would be a great honor.

A Jiang shook his head. He thought Shen Lian would ask him to do something special.

"How stupid!" Chen Lian put down A Jiang's chin and gently tapped A Jiang's head. "What's the point of having you if you can't sing?"

Ah Jiang touched his head, which had been tapped by Shen Lian. A trace of grievance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his innocent look. He muttered softly, "Not all mermaids can sing..."

Chen Lian looked at A Jiang's aggrieved yet cute look and couldn't help laughing. He was in a good mood and his tone became gentler.

"I really want to hide you."

A Jiang is his, and will only be his. Such a beautiful little mermaid can only belong to him.

When A Jiang heard Shen Lian's words, a warm current surged in his heart, and his eyes flashed with joy, "I want to hide you too."

He meant what he said. He had noticed it when Shen Lian was strolling on the west coast, so he pretended to be seriously injured and leaned against the reef, but in fact, the wounds did not hurt at all.

Mermaids have very strong self-healing abilities. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as it does not penetrate the heart meridian, a lick can stop the bleeding and heal quickly.

He wanted Chen Lian, wanted Chen Lian to be his queen, and to lead the West Sea mermaid tribe with him.

The first time he saw Shen Lian, he knew that this person was his, whether the other party was willing or not.

Of course, I would show weakness first, penetrate into the other person's heart, then share his weakness and kill him with one blow.

"Hide it in the Bei Palace." The Bei Palace was his home. "I will give you lots of jewels."

Chen Lian reached out and touched A Jiang's face, then slapped him hard. No one could hide him, no one could covet him, no one could blaspheme him, and he was the only one who could hide others.

"You're the first person who's ever spoken to me like that."

A Jiang grabbed Chen Lian's hand, spread out his palms, and wrapped Chen Lian's hands in them with both hands, one above and one below.

"Does it hurt? Your palm is red." A Jiang used healing magic to reduce the redness on Shen Lian.

Chen Lian had never thought that Wang Jun, who was so high and mighty in front of the merman, would react like this after being beaten. Shouldn't he have been furious and fought him? Then he would have killed him.

That's how the pets he had previously kept died.

Chen Lian felt his palm, which had been a little hot, gradually cool down. He pulled his hand back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He looked at A Jiang. This merman king was becoming more and more interesting.

"You have such ability, why don't you take care of your own wounds?" He was a little depressed. He couldn't understand why A Jiang didn't fight back. He thought that the other party might have other intentions, so his tone was not very good.

"It hurts. It hurts. Can you find some medicine to help me apply it?" A Jiang pouted, his pink lips trembling slightly. His eyes were full of expectation, as if waiting for Shen Lian's response.

"If you can't handle it well, it will hurt, just bear with it!"

Chen Lian wanted to see how long A Jiang could hide.

The disappointment in A Jiang's eyes condensed into a white pearl, which fell to the ground with a "click" sound.

Chen Lian looked at the fallen pearl, his heart slightly trembling, and picked it up. Mermaid tears could transform into pearls, and each pearl contained the emotions of the mermaids. He had never expected that A Jiang, the king of the mermaids, would actually shed tears like this?

Ah Jiang saw Chen Lian picking up her tears and thought that she liked pearls, so she cried with all her might, and then the pearls fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Chen Lian was puzzled. Didn't he just slap him? None of his disciples were so pretentious. Isn't this mermaid too crybaby?

Ah Jiang picked up all the pearls on the ground and stuffed them into Shen Lian's hands. "I'll give them all to you. Do you like them?"

Shen Lian pursed her lips and threw all the pearls in her hand. They fell to the ground with a "clatter", and some even jumped out through the closed door.

"Don't you like it?" Seeing this, A Jiang's voice became even more aggrieved.

"Do I need to tell you whether I like it or not?" Chen Lian hated it most when others asked him about his preferences. This would give him the illusion that someone else had something on him.

A Jiang shook his head. "But I want to know what you like..."

"Pa--" There was another sound, and the other side of A Jiang's face also danced with Shen Lian's palm.

A Jiang felt even more aggrieved. He regretted showing weakness and thought it would be better to just tie the man back to King Bei's palace. This idea suddenly came to his mind.

Just as he stood up and was about to move, he was pushed down. He suddenly felt weightless and grabbed anything he could get his hands on.

What could he catch in front of him? Wasn't it just Chen Lian?

Chen Lian hadn't anticipated A Jiang's sudden action, and was caught off guard, being pulled to the ground with him. He frowned, about to lose his temper, but saw A Jiang's clear eyes darken, unlike the same person from before.

Even the feeling has completely changed.

He propped himself up and wanted to take a closer look at Ajiang's eyes, but the depth in his eyes suddenly turned clear again.

Ah Jiang blinked his eyes and met Shen Lian's. He smiled and said, "Master, you smell so good."

He took a deep breath, then looked like he was enjoying it.

Shen Lian pursed his lips into a line and his face flushed slightly. He subconsciously covered A Jiang's mouth and nose with his hands to prevent him from smelling.

Ah Jiang was stunned by Chen Lian's actions, and then a mischievous look flashed in his eyes. He deliberately struggled a few times, trying to get rid of Chen Lian's hand, and finally stopped moving, pouting his lips and sucking Chen Lian's palm.

Chen Lian felt the wetness coming from the palm of his hand, and his heart trembled. His face flushed even more. It was not because of shyness but because of anger. A servant actually dared to treat him like this.

He jerked his hand away, glared at A Jiang, and shouted angrily, "How dare you!"

He stood up, thinking that A Jiang would not do anything to him again, but unexpectedly, A Jiang pulled him down again. This time, Shen Lian was even more surprised. Their chests were pressed so tightly together that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Chen Lian's anger grew stronger and stronger. He hated it most when others did something to him. Ah Jiang had overstepped the boundaries today, and he had already reached his limit.

So he stood up, used his spiritual power to conjure up a horsewhip, and regardless of the old injuries on A Jiang's body, he whipped him hard, breaking his skin and bleeding in an instant.

He continued to hit A Jiang for several times without stopping, until he accidentally hit the side of his face. Blood gushed out instantly, flowing down his perfect jawline and dripping onto the ground.

Shen Lian suddenly stopped moving. He looked at the blood on A Jiang's face, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Such a beautiful face cannot be left with scars, otherwise there is no point in keeping it.

He threw the whip aside, took out the ointment from his Qiankun bag, and threw it on the ground. He seemed to have not yet recovered from his previous emotions. He took a deep breath and said, "Apply it yourself!"

He sat down and watched quietly as A Jiang got up, picked up the ointment, and held it in his hands. "Thank you, Master."

His voice was tearful, but no little pearls fell.

He looked at the medicine bottle carefully, but didn't know how to open it. He even bit it with his teeth, but couldn't open it. He asked Shen Lian for help, "Master..."

He held it and handed it to Shen Lian.

Chen Lian raised his hand and knocked it over. "Since you can't open it, don't use it!"

After saying that, he stood up, walked to the bed and lay down. "Clean up the floor. I want to see a clean house tomorrow."

“…” A Jiang looked deeply at Chen Lian on the bed and did as he was told.

"Be gentle!"

Shen Lian was a light sleeper, always unable to sleep well. He would wake up at the slightest disturbance. This was related to his childhood experiences. He was born into a wealthy family, but his mother was a concubine, not even a good concubine. He was born into a lowly family, without the treatment of a young master, but with endless work to do.

Because of his stunning appearance, he was almost favored by his elder brother, and it was his mother who personally sent him to his elder brother's bed.

His mother thought that if she gave birth to a boy, the master would marry him as a concubine. However, she did not expect that not only did she not get promoted, but she was ordered to do chores by the mistress before she even finished her confinement, and she suffered from postpartum illness.

So his mother disliked him intensely; no one liked him, not even his father. His father was a mercenary man who dared not disobey the orders of his wife, a daughter of an official family who had been exploited and married to this wealthy businessman. She was unwilling and resentful, and she took out her anger on them.

However, no matter how cruel the wife was, she never thought of killing him. She was just extremely strict with him, and gave him less food, clothing and other expenses, but she took care of him in all other aspects because he was raised under the wife's name, and the wife needed to pretend to be virtuous.

But his mother was different. She failed to use him to succeed and instead developed a chronic illness. Naturally, she hated him and wished he were dead.

He didn't understand, if he didn't love her, why did she give birth to him?