Chapter 281 Chapter 281 Little Fish, you haven’t eaten fish before, have you?

After saying this, Daryl regretted it.

He has always been unrestrained and used to doing whatever he wants. He basically says whatever he thinks. In addition, as one of the main gods, there is no one worth him hiding anything from.

Until I met this little guy.

The pink little mermaid was still covering her head, and tears were visibly gathering in her big light blue eyes, and then they began to fall.

Daryl: ...

Daryl: ...Damn, I'm so rude, why did I say that?

But he didn't want Daryl to apologize to such a little guy.

The only way now is to divert the cub's attention.

Daryl looked at the cub, who was covering his head, hugging the rustling coral, and huddled in a corner, crying in grievance and silence, and looked at the little tail, which was obviously much thinner for a mermaid.

Look next to it, there is a fish that is about half the size of a baby.

He let out a long sigh.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Anyway, the gods’ lives are too long.

It is estimated that his current state can continue for hundreds or even thousands of years. When he has nothing to do, it is not a bad idea for him to see what the guy above is thinking.

Raising such a small fish is just a way to kill time during the long period of time.

Since you are going to raise a cub, you need to prepare a lot of things for it, but you can't be too excessive.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation——

Generally speaking, although the abyss is a bit poorer and the colors are a bit darker, these basic conditions can still be met.

Milo, still shedding tears, looked up at Daryl.

Are you hungry?

Milo's attention was indeed diverted, and he lowered his head and touched his belly.

In fact, he didn't feel much about hunger.

In his original world, the lower class people could only eat food made from contaminated food, and in many cases, in order to survive and for convenience, these foods would become more convenient and faster, and there were even nutrient solutions made from cheap food.

That was indeed just a life-sustaining meal. Milo's overall impression of eating was that he didn't like it. He would not take the initiative to eat, and would only eat when he was too hungry to bear it.

Otherwise, the pollution in the food would have a huge impact on him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

So the little cub wasn't too keen.

He looked at the fish Daryl was pointing at, then looked at Daryl, and finally touched his belly and shook his head gently.

Not too hungry yet.

Lolo doesn’t really need to eat now.

Lolo is really easy to raise.

It’s okay if you don’t say anything.

He hasn't eaten yet.

Are you trying to turn yourself into a skinny little thing?

Daryl's brow furrowed.

Although he had never raised a cub, he knew that it was not a good thing for a cub to not like to eat.

Being able to eat represents a strong vitality, but at this moment the little cub has thin arms and waist, and looks listless, and something is wrong no matter how you look at it.

"You can't eat even if you don't want to."

Daryl found raising cubs troublesome again.

After all, this is indeed a cub, a living thing, and is different from a dead thing that is casually placed aside.

He needs care, and his reactions are mostly beyond his judgment.

Daryl backed off a little again.

But wait until he holds the little mermaid in his palm again.

He looked at the cute and shiny little thing and reached out to hold his arm.

Daryl sighed again and handed the fish beside him to the cub.

"So...eat."

Eat, have a meal?

The mermaid baby looked at the fish with horror in his eyes. He was completely dazed as he watched Daryl push the big fish towards his face.

In Daryl's impression, although mermaids are not as strong as mermen, they are generally a very strong race.

They have powerful tails, sharp teeth, and retractable claws, which can easily tear their prey into pieces and bring them back.

Therefore, mermaids are also the overlords of the ocean.

The young mermaid basically has this ability. Even if the fish is a little bigger, he will already hold the fish and put the fish's weak spots in front of the little guy. If he doesn't eat it quickly, it will become stale.

So Daryl took it for granted—

What are you staring at?

Wouldn't it be nice to use your fingernails to tear open the fish scales, tear off the tender white meat inside, and enjoy a delicious meal?

Although the deep sea abyss is inhabited by a race of people with special powers who feel extremely uncomfortable when exposed to other powers, the fish living there are still very normal.

The taste is pretty good too.

Gods do not need to eat.

So the good taste is just Daryl's impression.

What was most serious for the little mermaid Milo was that the head of the family held up a huge thing and tried to stuff it into his mouth.

This is even more terrible than letting him eat contaminated food.

The cub stretched out his hands to resist—No, no, no.

You can't put it directly into your mouth.

He'll choke to death!

Daryl tried several times but couldn't get it into the little cub's mouth.

"You don't... know how to eat?"

Daryl finally got to the edge of the truth of the matter. He frowned and stared at the chubby-faced little boy.

The little fish was still sitting in the palm of his hand, looking at him so softly.

After seeming to hesitate for a moment, the little fish nodded vigorously.

This isn't a question of whether he can eat it or not, right?

If he eats it, he will die, right?

Milo still wants to live well, Milo doesn't want to die yet.

Daryl became slightly more interested.

"Come here, right here, right here. Use force to break off the scales here. Use your fingernails to pull them off, then cut open the fish skin and you can eat it."

Very wild teaching method.

The cub was also confused and tried hard to pry the fish scale apart.

The delicate fingertips were twisted red, but the fish scales did not move at all.

Daryl: ...

Daryl watched as the little cub tried to swim, using its little tail to kick twice in the water, then it slipped out of his hands and almost flew out again.

Daryl reached out and caught the little fish.

Daryl begins to doubt Shensheng again.

No, what is the situation now?

As a mermaid, can't you tear off the fish scales?

Then how are you going to survive?!

He doesn't have to feed everything, does he?

Huh? Could this be the conspiracy of that guy from the Cloud Country?

Stop joking!

At this moment, the kingdom of clouds.

The Kingdom of Clouds here is just the name given by the gentlemen and ladies of the human world to the place where the God of Light they believe in and his devout believers live.

It is a place in the clouds built by the God of Light, Arvid.

The Temple of the Lord of Light is majestic, and next to it is a church with colorful glazed windows.

The waiters coming and going all had calm expressions and were covered in golden light.

The man sitting in the main seat of the Temple of Light slowly raised his head.

He had been sitting on the altar taking a nap, listening to the devout voices of the believers.

His face is blurry, and most people are not qualified to see the true appearance of the god.

At this moment, the stars above were changing, and the half-gray galaxy of destruction representing the direction of the abyss under the sea was undergoing a subtle deflection.

Thinking of the main god in the abyss, whose attributes were completely opposite to his, their personalities were also completely opposite. The opposite of calmness and insolence made the two of them dislike each other. Arvid had a bit of impatience as if it was tainted with dirt.

He raised his hand slightly, and the Scepter of Light appeared in his hand.

As he moved, the Scepter of Light touched the ground.

Makes a very soft sound.

The sky began to change, and something vaguely emerged.

He stared at the sky in confusion for a long time.

A moment later, the cardinal who devoutly served the Lord of Light came into the hall.

After he saluted.

Asked in a low voice.

"Lord God of Light, do you have any instructions?"

Just now, the stars in the sky moved and everyone in the Cloud Kingdom noticed the movement here.

The God of Light, Avid, only frowned slowly.

"The stars are shifting. I just looked at the direction of the shift—"

He spoke very slowly.

"This change comes from the deep sea abyss. Daryl, the God of Destruction, who only possesses half of the Godhead, has finally begun to act again—"

"What? Is the power of darkness stirring?"

Just like the Lord of Light, Arvid, hates darkness and Daryl.

His followers also regarded darkness as heresy, and Arvid, as the strongest god, won most of the victories almost by crushing them, leaving only the abyss of the sea as Daryl's habitat.

"Should we have the magicians of each kingdom prepare and take certain actions?"

The God of Light Arvid shook his head slowly.

"No need. I'm not concerned about Daryl, the God of Destruction. I have my own plans."

Arvid really didn't take Daryl, a defeated opponent and a mutual dislike, seriously. His surprise was entirely due to the direction of the sky -

The sky also pointed at him, indicating that Daryl's changes were closely related to him, and they would even have frequent intersections in the future.

The final entanglement between darkness and light made Arvid frown and feel very irritated.

He and Daryl were born from the same force. They were completely opposite in many ways, but no one could do anything to the other. And because of Daryl's personality problems, the darkness declined, and he gained all the magical powers of the Lord of Light.

But Daryl only got half.

Because of the lack of believers and the instability of his position as a god, Daryl slept all day long, and his strong body gradually disintegrated.

Light and dark are out of balance.

This is indeed a serious issue.

But fortunately, Arvid is not a tyrannical and overbearing person.

He left a breathing space for the darkness and also established a gray area in the light. Over time, the world gradually became peaceful.

This is good. In Avid's opinion, it would be a very good development if it continued like this without any changes. However, he didn't like the sudden change above his head, especially when he thought about the possibility of getting entangled with Daryl.

He even tapped the armrest of the shrine with his fingertips in annoyance.

After the holy light, the tall god with blond hair and blue eyes dismissed the archbishop with deep displeasure. The face that looked exactly like Daryl was silent for a moment, then felt as if he was being mentioned frequently by someone, probably Daryl—

He closed his eyes again.

It doesn’t matter—whatever conspiracy you have, come on.

He just waited.

But he will also take corresponding actions.

And at this moment, in the abyss of the sea.

Daryl, who had just said it was completely impossible and was still cursing in his heart the god of light Arvid who might have dropped the mermaid from mid-air, was holding the fish.

He used magic to pile up a high place with the rocks on the seabed.

The little pink mermaid sits on it.

He watched as Daryl's fingernails easily broke off the fish scales and cut through the skin, revealing the tender meat inside.

A faint smell of fish spread throughout the sea water.

Fresh and sweet scent.

With a slight taste of fish blood.

The little mermaid sniffed left and right.

He had never smelled food that smelled so good.

But the little mermaid had never seen this kind of food. To be precise, as a mermaid, he had never eaten fish.

When he was taken away by his adoptive parents, their family was very poor. The one or two pearls he occasionally dropped were used to slightly improve their living environment so that they would not have to live in a bad residential area, and to buy some food for him to eat.

In his world, mermaids were not rare. At first, they were very popular. However, with the end of that world, everything was polluted. Especially the delicate and difficult-to-raise mermaids in their infancy began to be hated by people, and the abandonment rate of newborn mermaids was particularly high.

Many places couldn't afford it, so families like his original adoptive parents, who had wanted a child for years but hadn't had one, had to adopt, and mermaids were the only option.

The little fish cub has been very well-behaved since he can remember. He always waits obediently for his adoptive parents' arrangements without crying or making a fuss, and tries his best to endure any discomfort he may have.

The food, clothing and other necessities were the worst, but we actually had a few days of good life until our adoptive mother became pregnant.

And they found that they had underestimated the value of pearls.

Although pearls were not that valuable at that time, the pearls that his tears turned into were of good quality and might be favored by the ladies of the upper class, who would then give them some unpolluted or minimally polluted food, as well as his singing.

So years of exploitation began.

The little fish were also locked up in a small room all year round, suffering day and night in the poor quality seawater, and shedding tears.

He had never eaten those foods and had no access to them at all.

It was from that time that the well-behaved fish that never cried or made a fuss turned into a little mute crybaby who couldn't sing.

When crying becomes a necessity for survival, it becomes a habit.

Anyway, that time has already passed.

Look at the fish meat being handed to your mouth.

The cub hesitated and opened its mouth.

The blunt teeth bit a corner of the fish.

The fish meat was very tender and could be easily bitten off by the little cub.

It's soft, sticky, rich in fat, and a little sweet.

Milo tilted his head and chewed for a while. He couldn't quite taste the fish at first, but his taste buds were finally activated and his eyes gradually lit up.

Daryl couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

The little fish, like a chick waiting to be fed meat by its parents, anxiously stuck its head out again and took a big bite.

He chewed it in his mouth again, and his eyes were so bright that they seemed to be glowing.

Daryl was a little bit unconvinced that as one of the twelve main gods, he was actually feeding such a small thing by cutting fish meat into pieces.

He was disgusted with himself for actually feeding him, and he impatiently cut the fish into pieces, waiting for the little fish to finish eating this one before he could eat the next one.

But at this moment, he held his chin and squinted his eyes at the scene in front of him.

He watched as the little mermaid stretched out her sparkling hand, held his fingers, and chewed them bite by bite in his hand, as if sucking noodles, trying to stuff all the fish meat into her mouth.

The mouth is stuffed full of food, which makes it difficult to chew.

But he enjoyed it very much and immediately forgot about the unpleasantness just now. His tail was wagging with joy, and the slightly warm tail swept across his arm again and again, making him feel a little itchy.

Daryl's duplicity suddenly vanished.

In fact, feeding this little thing seems quite interesting, especially the way it eats with big mouthfuls.

Daryl felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

So as for the cub, Daryl, who had already reached out to feed the cub, watched the cub finish eating the fish.

In the cub's expectant gaze, he did not put the cub aside to let him eat by himself, but lowered his head, picked up another piece of fish, and placed it next to the cub's mouth.

How should I put it? Overall, it feels good.

Feed this little thing.

This little guy is like a starving ghost.

I ate one, two, three, four sticks—

Daryl didn't tear the fish into particularly small pieces.

He looked at the little fish. It was so small, but it had eaten so much that its little belly was slightly bulging, but it still wanted to eat.

Daryl looked at the little guy with some suspicion.

He had no idea how much the cubs ate.

If he still wants it, should I give it to him?

His little belly is already bloated, I feel like I shouldn't feed him anymore...

But his eyes sparkled, and he wanted to—

Daryl hesitated for a moment.

The outspoken mouth couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Have you never seen a fish? Or have you never eaten a fish? Who raised you before? How could you become so small? And you're so happy just eating a fish."

This is just an ordinary fish that is relatively tender and lives on the seabed.

They are not rare and precious species.

But obviously the cub's reaction was a bit too much.

It was like eating such delicious food for the first time.

before……

In the past, all he could eat was either black cooked meat or black juice made from various crushed foods. Because of contamination, the juice had a very disgusting taste.

Later, his adoptive mother gave birth to a younger brother who mocked him in every way.

And he was indulged because every time he was bullied, the production of pearls would increase.

The cub was still holding Daryl's hand, and the fish strips in his mouth felt a little unpleasant for a moment.

Tears slowly welled up in his big eyes again.

He didn't want to live like that anymore.

Why do you say this place is bad?

It's obviously a great place, with lots of delicious food, so he can eat as much as he wants.

For the first time, the little mermaid understood why some people like to eat.

The poor little guy is worth crying for.

Daryl was at a loss again.

Wait a minute——

What's wrong?

what happened?

Why are you crying again?

Did I say something wrong again?

No?!

I'm just asking, don't you feel a little contempt for those people?

You don't have to start crying again, do you?

and--

Don't stuff fish into your mouth while crying.

The little mermaid had never eaten enough in her eight lifetimes, and her appearance as a starving ghost reincarnated really scared Daryl.

He pulled the fish meat out of the little mermaid's hand.

"Okay, okay, it's not like I won't have my next meal."

As he said this, he put the fish meat on the table and looked at the mermaid's belly with lingering fear.

"That's not necessary. Eat until you're full and then eat next time."

This time he made sure the little mermaid was full.

After all, the little guy started to hiccup.

Obviously too full.

The little mermaid stretched out his hand and tried to gesture - he had really never eaten anything like this.

Thank you.

Even if you don't want to be my father.

Thank you too.

I will try my best to support you with tears.

The little mermaid reached out her little hand and hugged Daryl's arm.

This made Daryl feel uneasy.

He couldn't understand what the little guy was gesturing, but he wasn't stupid, and he finally vaguely realized something - could it be that his exaggerated sarcastic tone just now hit the mark?

He really has never eaten fish?

Can't?

Impossible?

Daryl thought to himself.

He was just joking.

This little guy is a mermaid!

Fish is the staple food of mermaids.

If he didn't eat fish, how did he grow so big?

And the little guy seemed to remember something sad. He raised his hand, wiped his eyes, and sniffed.

Then he bent down and began to pick up the pearls and put them all into his hands.

Then she just looked up at him obediently.

His pink ear fins also opened and closed nervously.

But the whole fish was still a little wilted.

Looks pitiful.

Daryl couldn't stand seeing him like this.

He looked up.

The storm in the sky has stopped.

He let out a long sigh and picked up the little pink thing.

The abyss under the sea fluctuated slightly.

A black shadow emerged from the abyss.

The God of Destruction, who had not left the abyss of the sea for hundreds of years, quietly came to the surface of the sea with the little guy in his arms.

Only the sea where he lives can allow him to enter and exit. If it were somewhere else, the fluctuations of the sea god would probably cause some stress.

Daryl casually lifted the little mermaid out of the water.

Watching the little guy wagging his tail in panic.

"Yuyu, look."

The man's slow and lazy voice sounded.

He gestured to the little mermaid in his hand to look towards the horizon.

Behind the dark clouds, a rainbow pierced through the clouds.

Little Milo opened his clear blue eyes wide, stretched out his tender little white hands slowly, and watched the sky split in half. The azure sky was flanked by lingering dark clouds, and a rainbow stretched from one side to the other.

It was a sight Milo had never seen before.

The pearls falling from the corners of Milo's eyes reflected the light and fell into the sparkling sea. Everything was so bright, no longer that narrow and cramped room.

"Usually after a rainstorm like this, the rainbow is very clear."

Daryl, who hadn't surfaced for a long time, was not used to the light. He squinted his eyes and put the little fish back into his arms.

"We'll be able to see the sun soon. I heard it's nice for cubs to bask in the sun."

Daryl lay on his back on the sea, swung his tail mottled with dark scales, and swam back more than ten meters holding the cub lying on his chest.

The posture is relaxed and casual.

Then he felt a pair of warm little hands hugging his neck.

Daryl paused for a moment.

His slightly cool body felt the warmth of the cub, the brisk heartbeat was right next to his ears, and even a few pearls pricked him.

But the cub just hugged his neck tentatively.

How strange—

There seems to be no need to cry at this time.

The little cub slowly tightened his arms, lay in his arms and turned his head to look at the sky. He listened to Daryl's steady and gentle heartbeat beside his ears.

For the first time, he realized that the world was so big.