Chapter 291 Chapter 291 He wants to collect those debts

Daryl didn't think he had much of a problem.

Or there is no problem at all.

Anyway, I've seen it before.

He had seen those guys' wrong ways of raising cubs.

Could anything be more outrageous than this?

Shouldn't it be possible?

Daryl thought to himself.

Although he thought it was already outrageous, he couldn't think of anything more outrageous.

But he always had a feeling of unease.

It was as if something even more outrageous was waiting for him.

What can cause the little guy to lose his voice is not just the excessive use of the little cub's voice.

What else could there be?

Daryl couldn't help but frown.

When approaching the Temple of Destruction.

He let out a long breath.

Then he looked at the little pink mermaid who was looking up at him.

"Fish."

Daryl thought about it.

"I brought back a lot of things. Can you help Dad put them in their proper places?"

Letting the cubs participate in many things can make them happy and quickly mobilize their enthusiasm.

It's not easy to dwell on the past.

Daryl remembered that this was written in the mermaid-raising guide given to him by the mermaid leader.

Then it should be right to do so.

The head parent who has no experience in raising cubs is gradually groping in the dark.

And the cub nodded vigorously.

Still curled up in the arms of the head patriarch.

Build a home together?

The little cub thought to himself.

A little happy.

Because he never had such an opportunity before.

The place where he used to live was an abandoned storage room in a second-hand house.

The lights there were very dim, and in order to save electricity, his adoptive parents were reluctant to turn on the lights for him.

What he had was very little.

The value he can bring to the adoptive parents is to adopt a child, and their company will provide certain financial assistance.

He had very few resources to consume, and the rest went into the pockets of his adoptive parents.

All he had was a small pot that he lived in all year round, and an ugly little pillow that his adoptive parents had given him when they brought him home a long time ago.

Nothing there belonged to Milo.

Even though most of the time there was only one fish in that small room, Milo.

But the room was empty and it was impossible to make any arrangements for him.

But it's different now.

Little Milo snuggled in his father's arms.

"Put this here?"

Daryl used magic to lift a huge table and looked down at the cub with some questions.

The cub nodded slightly, and after the table was put down, it swam over and laid a table mat on it.

Daryl saw this and his expression relaxed a little.

The whole day that followed.

Daryl didn't lie there dejectedly like before.

He and his cubs decorated the Temple of Destruction inside and out.

In addition to the living room, there is also the little guy's room, and Daryl's room was also tidied up by the little guy.

The little ones also have their own play corner.

After all, what was collected from the sea god Bo Dong was not much.

But by the time Daryl and Milo finished, it was almost time for a break.

Daryl has been living on the rocks in the deep sea all year round and has no concept of time.

I only felt it after I had cubs.

The day seems to go by very slowly, yet also very quickly.

It was gone in the blink of an eye, but a lot of things were done.

The little cub was tired after a day of work and was now squinting its eyes, almost unable to open them.

He was still huddled next to Daryl, thinking about all the things he had to do tomorrow.

There were many vases, and Milo wanted to weave many straw rabbits to fill them up.

Daryl looked at the still empty Temple of Doom.

It would be a bit too much to go to the Temple of Poseidon again.

Then, after the burst of power in his body ends, he should take the little guy to the land.

And before that.

Daryl placed little Milo next to him.

Milo was already drowsy and unable to open his eyes, so he found a comfortable position and fell asleep peacefully.

Only then did Daryl find the ocean mirror again.

The turbulent ocean mirror seemed to tremble slightly.

Come on, bro, aren't we already over?

Why are you here again?

Daryl slipped a small pearl into the ocean mirror.

A silent world consciousness casts a shadow as it watches the little guy gradually become more lively.

At the same time, I am also paying attention to all this.

In the picture.

That was when Milo's younger brother was two years old. He was spoiled and became lawless and naughty.

The delicate little mermaid has become accustomed to the ragged life and the seawater of the wrong concentration. The wounds on her body have cracked and healed, turning into stripes and marks like the ones she has now.

Not noticeable, but rough.

But the exploitation from adoptive parents did not stop.

He spent more and more time crying, and his adoptive parents wished he would cry all the time.

If the pearls formed from tears induced by drugs were not of poor quality, this cruel guy would probably have really used drugs on the cub.

Daryl watched, and after a short while, his fists clenched again.

He didn't understand.

Even if you don't like it, even if you live in an abandoned apocalypse where humanity is put to the test.

But this behavior is a bit too much.

It was so excessive that Daryl felt very uncomfortable.

I just wish my magic could blow through those two people's stupid heads in one go.

And the recording of Milo's adoptive father's request to Milo continues.

Obviously, no one checked on the living conditions of these adopted little ones.

Little Milo has been completely treated as a resource production machine.

Apart from crying, he would follow his adoptive father's instructions and hum some free-flowing tunes.

At the end, his voice became hoarse.

He sang haltingly and coughed constantly.

Only then did his adoptive father let him go.

This should be one of the important reasons why the cub lost its voice.

Daryl thought to himself.

What happened next?

What was the reason later?

Is the cub desperate?

The cub has lost the will to continue living?

Is the cub afraid of singing and talking?

Daryl looked at the ragged little mermaid lying in the small basin, and couldn't help but lower his head again to look at the well-behaved little fish lying beside him.

The little pink tail seemed to have become a little fatter because of his feeding.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Hold on.

Daryl, you have to hold on.

If you can't help yourself, who will be willing to help your child later?

Daryl tried hard to control his emotions.

“La la ~ la la la ~”

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse and childish ethereal voice penetrated Daryl's eardrum.

The sound is different from when it was recorded.

It was an exceptionally gentle voice, as if it was softly coaxing him.

Daryl turned his head and looked sharply at the ocean mirror.

Obviously, all his guesses were wrong.

Even if I cry day and night, am abused, and am used as a tool to make money.

The cub never truly gave up hope.

He hummed a song to comfort himself.

In a dark little room.

So gentle.

If you give up on yourself, who will help you persevere?

Milo, hold on a little longer, just wait until you are ten, everything will be fine.

The gentle voice calmed Daryl's restlessness.

The mermaid's song...?

Daryl thought to himself.

But there is also a very cruel fact.

Milo didn't give up his voice voluntarily.

Instead, they were coerced into doing bad things.

Finally, Daryl saw that the naughty kid from Milo's adoptive parents' house put the highly contaminated fruits he brought back from playing house outside into the mixed nutrient solution that Milo drank every day.

The nutrient solution was already seriously contaminated and did not meet the edible standards.

Not to mention that the fruit is poisonous.

The squeezed nutrient solution was sent to Milo by his adoptive mother.

The little mermaid had been hungry for a long time.

He obediently picked up the nutrient solution.

Can’t drink!

Wait, you can’t drink it!

Daryl couldn't control his anger at this moment.

He clenched his fists tightly.

He looked at everything in the ocean mirror, gritting his teeth. He felt the strong emotions pulling his already unstable strength in an even more uncontrollable direction.

"Fish..."

Daryl called out subconsciously.

The little fish had already drunk a cup of nutrient solution and carefully put the cup aside.

About five minutes later, the little fish covered its throat in pain and continued to roll around in the basin.

And about half an hour later.

The adoptive mother finally heard the sound and walked in impatiently.

I thought the little fish was in pain again and was making a fuss.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Then he was frightened by the little fish coughing up blood.

Only then did he hurriedly bring his adoptive father back.

Xiaoyu's throat is not working well.

His voice was severely damaged physically.

And whenever he tried to make a sound with his throat, he would feel excruciating pain.

It even caused serious psychological trauma to him.

In the end, Daryl looked at the scene with a calm expression.

Of course, this cannot be considered a calm expression if the uncontrollable force behind him is taken into account.

The ocean mirror trembled.

In the ocean mirror, the little fish had curled up in the small basin and was sobbing silently.

Those eyes eventually completely lost their luster, and I couldn't even sing to comfort myself.

The culprit was just scolded by his parents and sighed that he had lost a way to make money.

Daryl watched.

Isn't this bullying?

This isn't bullying - don't they have parents around?

In the picture, pearls rolled all over the ground.

Xiaoyu's silent sobs seemed to merge with the sobs of previous days and nights.

Daryl was in a state of anxiety and out of control.

This was a situation he had not expected.

After all, he checked Xiaoyu's throat and found it was intact - no, since Xiaoyu was able to come into this world, it was probably at that time that the physiological problem was repaired.

The scene continued, and Daryl had already thrown the ocean mirror aside.

He still couldn't accept it—

He totally couldn't accept it.

Yu Yu did nothing wrong.

Yu Yu is obviously a very well-behaved little fish.

Even when he was being abused, he did not forget to put away the cup of nutrient solution that cost him half his life.

He's so well behaved—

He's so well behaved—

This thought became extremely paranoid in an instant, almost becoming an obsession.

He's going to collect those debts.

The power behind him began to twist.

Tearing at Daryl's body.

The god gave the oracle - he was going there.

He will bring down divine punishment.

Even if it was a world without God, even if he would suffer more backlash.

But when he comes back, he can tell Yu Yu with confidence.

Your father knows everything.

Dad has your back. If others can't deal with those who bully you, he will. Don't be afraid.

There is no need to cry quietly at night anymore.