Chapter 295 Chapter 295 The Cub's Kiss

Actually if you can.

Daryl didn't want to show the little cub these things that would remind him of the past.

But that's when you can escape.

The cubs don't have very good memories.

When he grows up, many things in the past will be forgotten by him as time goes by.

This is very normal.

Just need follow-up care.

Of course, this is not the conclusion made by Darryl, a half-baked parent.

These are the points that the mermaid clan leader wrote in the mermaid cub training guide.

But it’s different for the cubs.

This kind of pain was so deep and heavy that it made Xiaomilo breathless. Because of his past experiences, he didn't even dare to speak and didn't know how to speak.

He was terrified, afraid and running away.

Daryl had only one thought, to let Milo know that he didn't have to be afraid anymore.

They were two different worlds before, so even though Milo knew that he was powerful, he always had an instinctive fear of his adoptive parents.

But now it’s different.

Daryl just wanted to tell the little guy that the fear you feel is nothing in front of your father.

You will be as great as your father in the future, so - there is nothing to be afraid of.

It's not worth being scared of these guys.

With the oracle, these guys will probably live a very 'smooth' life for the rest of their lives.

Milo, already in tears, threw himself into Daryl's arms.

Looking at all this, his big eyes blinked and trembled slightly.

Inside were the small basins and water tanks that Milo was familiar with—even the cup he used to drink nutrient solution from. Besides that, there were also the tears that kept falling when he was in great pain.

Milo's small body trembled slightly.

He watched it all.

But why?

These are not of this world.

But why...

Milo's past has nothing to do with this place.

But why... the little guy was trembling slightly.

“Dad…Dad…”

The child's voice is a little hoarse and out of tune because of crying and not speaking for a long time.

He hugged his father's neck.

Crying loudly.

Finally I have the opportunity to speak out the grievances that I cannot express.

"Dad... Milo was so scared... Milo thought he was going to die..."

He really felt like he was going to die.

In the five years since he came into this world, he had felt nothing but pain.

It’s so painful to live... Why do we have to live in such pain?

After coming here, it wasn't long before Milo felt that being alive was actually quite good.

The ocean is scary, but there are dads in the ocean—lots of them.

They looked ferocious, but they actually did nothing to hurt Milo.

This is so much better than the world Milo was in before.

Here, Milo is not an alien, not a despised burden, not a money-making tool that only needs to provide voice and pearls.

Milo likes it here.

Little Milo didn't ask why these things were in Daryl's hands. He just buried his little head in Daryl's arms and cried.

"Milo loves Daddy—"

"Milo likes this world—"

Daryl, who originally wanted to solve the problem of the cub's inability to speak, heard this. The god, who had never been exposed to such passionate emotions, paused and looked away a little unnaturally when he heard this straightforward expression.

The key point about him rushing over was that he looked really angry.

At this moment, the world consciousness seemed to have undergone very subtle changes.

The gentleman had been high and mighty, but after beating up the consciousness of another world, it had ceased to react and restrained all judgment until now—

The beautiful gem flew out from Daryl's body and was gently placed on the cub's neck in a manner that allowed the cub to see it clearly without being afraid.

When the cub looked down, it was emitting a faint light.

The 'gentleman' finally left with satisfaction.

——After talking for a long time, there was no response, and the consciousness of the magical world couldn't help but pop out to show its presence.

Like this world or something——

Oh, this is a confession from a cub from somewhere else, right?

Of course, an elegant gentleman cannot watch a child cry, and he will also arrange all subsequent issues.

Milo looked down at the jewel around his neck.

Looking up at Daryl.

Daryl let out a soft click.

He held the cub.

"Stop crying, let's go home. We have some things to do. Let's go to the human world to find a solution."

Little Milo is not a marine creature from this world, and the way ordinary marine creatures learn magic is obviously not suitable for this little guy.

On the contrary, the human world's approach is more gradual.

Daryl covered the cub with his clothes.

Then he looked at Bodong.

Daryl's eyes were complicated.

Bodong held his head high and chest puffed out.

Come on, praise my loyalty!

Daryl: "I didn't expect you were something."

Bodong:?

You are nothing!

Your whole family is nothing!

I was actually concerned about you just now! What are you doing, kid?!

Although he didn't help much in the end, he was just confused and found by the cubs, and confusedly used a magic circle to move a few hundred meters, and it ended in a daze. Most of the time, he thought that Daryl was too close to him, and if he made too much noise, it would not be good for them, but - he also contributed!

So it’s not without reason that Daryl has a bad relationship with all the twelve gods!

Daryl: "Anyway, thanks."

Daryl waved his hand casually.

"You sound like something a thing would say."

Bodong was also weird.

"Also, keep an eye on your cubs. Don't let your cubs lead mine astray!"

Daryl: ?

"I was just saying, don't let your kids bring your tricks to my house."

Who is leading whom astray? !

Bodong snorted coldly.

"goodbye!"

Daryl snorted coldly as well, without even saying goodbye.

Little Milo struggled to poke his little head out from his father's clothes.

I happened to see Lan, who had finally come over, being grabbed by Bodong.

The two little ones looked at each other, both confused.

They were separated abruptly before they could even say a word.

However, it has little impact on Milo.

Milo was curious at the moment.

His speech was still a little hoarse, but it was becoming increasingly fluent.

It was obvious that he couldn't speak before because he had sung too much and was fed fruit that was extremely contaminated, which caused him to be in excruciating pain for several days.

As soon as I spoke, I felt like I was going to die, and I couldn't even comfort myself.

So the mood quickly declined and the whole fish became more and more decadent.

Later, I didn’t even dare to send a single word.

Now, that inherent terror was finally broken by Daryl.

From the initial panic, as if I could still feel a blade cutting my throat, to now——

Really put that terrible feeling behind you.

"dad……"

"Um."

"dad!"

"Um?"

“Dad, Dad—”

"What?"

Daryl agreed several times in a row and became a little impatient. He looked down at the little fish in his arms, with only its head sticking out.

The little mermaid's pink hair was like seaweed, scattered around him. His big blue eyes had red eye sockets, but he was obviously in much better spirits, and his small fish fin ears were opening and closing.

She called him, occasionally blowing out two bubbles from her mouth.

Daryl's heart softened for a moment - how could it be so cute with only the head showing?

Daryl unconsciously looked away and pinched his ear fin.

"Dad, how come you can swim so fast without a tail?"

The little fish stretched its head out and tried hard to see.

"Dad, does it hurt to not have a tail?"

What else could it be?

That must be because the God of Destruction, as one of the twelve main gods, has the appearance of a proper human being.

It’s just that his power belongs to darkness, including the abyss under the sea and the abyss underground on land.

Comparing the two sides, he obviously prefers to stay in the abyss, which is a more anxious environment than the underground abyss, where no one can disturb him. Thus, he became the "prototype" of the God of Destruction. It can also be said that Daryl's power in the mermaid state is extremely unstable.

And now——

In fact, the unbalanced power has not yet erupted.

Daryl didn't understand what was going on, but his self-strength detection was very obvious - his strength was now stable and would not erupt in the short term.

I don't know why, but it's a good thing anyway.

“Dad, Dad—”

"What happened again?"

"Will Milo sing for you? They all say Milo sings beautifully—"

The little guy's voice is still hoarse.

Just open your mouth and let it come.

It has to be said that the mermaid clan is incredibly strong even without any systematic learning.

As soon as the voice came out, it was about to pass through the ocean in an ethereal manner.

Daryl trembled all over for a moment, but he only said one sentence. The little cub with a hoarse voice was still a little too anxious.

He had just found his voice and suddenly started coughing.

Daryl snapped back to reality.

With a frown on his face, he reached out to pat the cub on the back.

Gently again and again.

"What are you in such a hurry for?"

Daryl said.

"Go back and rest for two days."

Milo lay in Daryl's arms. Daryl also sent a signal to An Ye, intending to ask someone to come and ask what was going on.

The little cub was quiet for a long time, until he could see the Temple of Destruction, then he lowered his voice.

"But Milo is happy..."

The cub hugged his neck.

Milo hadn't coaxed himself like this in a long time.

Also - Milo had never met anyone he wanted to sing to before. All the previous ones were mechanical and required voices.

Daryl and Milo watched.

The abandoned cub looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Those eyes were too bright and their presence was too strong. Daryl stared at them for two seconds, then awkwardly shifted his attention away.

She held the cub in her arms, but her mouth was still hard.

"In a couple of days we'll be heading to the nearest city, Alan. Don't think Dad is too flamboyant then. Also, there's no time to sing. Sing later. Right now, there are many ways to express your happiness."

In short, to put it simply - dear, you are finally happy and don't cry again for no reason.

Even though I just finished crying.

The cub raised his hands and rubbed his eyes.

How to express happiness?

He recalled the way he had seen the dean express his joy and gratitude a long time ago.

Cub: It seems so—but is it okay?

Milo looked at Daryl suspiciously.

Daryl patted the cub's head.

It’s good enough if you don’t cry. Don’t hold those pearls in your hands all day and look for a way out pitifully.

Milo: It seems possible.

Milo propped himself up and kissed Daryl on the cheek.

Daryl, who just stretched out his hand and let the water push open the door of the Temple of Destruction: ...!

W-What? His ear fins exploded!