The mermaids pushed him to the shore of the island and then let go, swimming around him, their dark shadows rising and falling in the water.

Yan Gui sighed. He had been underwater for quite some time and was now freezing cold. If he didn't come ashore soon, he was afraid he would die here.

The soil on the shore was a bit wet, and Yan Gui tried to get up twice but failed. On the third attempt, the mermaid supported him from behind and pushed him up.

He was lucky; the mermaid wasn't as evil as he'd imagined. She didn't take the opportunity to kill him or eat him.

Yan Gui lay flat on the ground, shivering as she clutched her abdominal wound. She had been frozen numb in the water and only realized how cold it was now that she was out.

Especially in the center of the lake, surrounded by cool water, Yan Gui lay down in it, reached out and pressed down, and fire started burning all around him, circling around him.

His fire was not easy to extinguish, and it could burn anything, so it burned very brightly, and the temperature rose in an instant, slowly drying the clothes.

Yan Gui untied the bandage, dried the soaked bandage, and re-bandaged it.

It has to be said that he is very lucky to have survived such an orcish incident. It is also because the orcs are powerful and have strong recovery abilities. However, he suffered from two ailments, and it will be difficult for him to fly again in the future.

Yan Gui changed her position and continued lying down. She got up when she was almost hungry, but before she could catch any fish to eat, someone brought her some.

The mermaid popped her head out of the water, threw a rather large fish onto it, and then hid behind a rock to watch him, looking very shy.

Yan Gui wasn't a rigid person. After a moment's thought, he accepted the task, prepared it briefly, and then put it on the fire to roast. He had seen Fang Rong cook before and was imitating her skillfully.

He emptied the fish's belly, removed the black parts, and then rubbed on the seasoning. He remembered everything he saw, and he had a photographic memory, so he could recall the ingredients of the flavorful things almost immediately.

Unfortunately, there's only one red chili pepper here; I heard it tastes better when ground into powder.

Without any tools, he simply squeezed out the chili water and dripped it onto the fish, instantly releasing a spicy aroma.

Yan Gui choked a little bit, but it was much better than bland food. He ate the rest of the fish, albeit slowly.

While he was eating, several heads were watching him from the water, making it impossible for him to ignore them.

Yan Gui sighed, "I'll catch more fish and grill them for you."

One by one, the mermaids dived into the water, their tailbones flashing by. Before long, a lot of fish were thrown up, and Yan Gui strung them up, processed them slightly, and hung them on the fire.

On his little island, there was a tree. After eating and drinking his fill and having plenty of energy, Yan Gui would walk around the tree, tidy up the fallen leaves, and prepare to go to sleep later.

We'll make do for the first night, no demands. We'll talk about the rest later. He has an injury on his stomach. By the time he finished cooking the fish, they were almost done. Yan Gui flipped them over and continued cooking. After a while, he took them down and gave them to the mermaids.

It was the first time the mermaids had eaten cooked food. They were both curious and greedy, and they devoured more than a dozen fish in one go.

Yan Gui didn't care, he cleared a spot out of the fallen leaves and lay down under the tree, making do for the night.

The next day, he was hit by something—an apple. As soon as he opened his eyes, several apples came flying at him at once.

Yan Gui took a few, wiped them off casually, and started eating, not caring where they came from.

Two days later, a piece of animal hide was thrown over, and Yan Gui took it and spread it on the ground. Not long after, a small thatched hut was carried over by several mermaids.

Later, there was the clatter of pots and pans, and the sound of nails being hammered into planks could be heard from nearby from time to time, getting closer and closer, as if right next to her ear, but Yan Gui still ignored it.

I accepted it without a second thought and used it. Occasionally, there would be meat that he liked to eat, and once there was even cooked meat soup.

Yan Gui crossed his arms and sneered. The mermaid was already so awesome that he could start a fire underwater to cook meat soup for him?

The less he cared, the more blatantly things were delivered. They had everything imaginable, practically bringing up the whole house: tables, chairs, pillows, blankets, and finally, a little guy in a basket.

It's much bigger than when it first appeared, like an enlarged butterfly, covered in patterns, with a human face and an animal body. Its superpower is lightning and fire, and it even has a touch of spring.

Thunder is Yinsong's superpower, fire is his superpower, and spring is his wood-type superpower, proving that he once lived inside a fruit and almost killed his father.

The little guy tilted his cute little head up, hugged his arm, and climbed up. His eyes were big and round, and he looked innocent and naive.

Yan Gui pretended not to see, lifted the basket out of the water, placed it on the shore, and let the little guy limp up onto his chest, stepping on his neck and pulling his hair.

She babbles incoherently, like a hyperactive child, always playing, especially after she can fly, she becomes quite a handful, constantly bullying the poor mermaids.

Seeing that they couldn't fly and could do whatever they wanted, Yan Gui lazily sat on the shore, picked up a pebble and threw the smug little guy into the water.

However, having gotten used to being bullied by him, the honest little mermaid would bring him up again, then look at him with pleading eyes and an expression that said, "Go ahead and bully me."

Yan Gui sighed and rubbed his forehead. He had been given a chance to turn the tables, but the little guy wouldn't take it. There was really nothing he could do but let the little guy continue to bully him.

Flying is magical for any animal, because they can't fly. The little guy earnestly called out to the little mermaids, but the little mermaids could never fly. They became more and more impressed by the little guy who could fly, and looked at him with admiration all day long, following him around.

The little guy is getting more and more out of control, almost impossible to manage. He's like a wild horse that's escaped its rear end, never to return until late at night.

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