The captain of the guards snorted in his heart, feeling very disdainful.
This elder really takes himself too seriously. He is domineering all day long and never has a good face for anyone. He always forces the king to do this and that and has to report to him. Who does he think he is? No matter how high his status is, can it be higher than that of the Mermaid King?
It was only because his family member, the Fish King, was good-tempered, respectful to the elderly and loving to the young, that he tolerated it. If it were him, he would have fought with the elder for hundreds of rounds.
The captain of the guards cursed the elder in his heart, but his expression remained calm. "The king has some urgent matters, so he hasn't returned to the palace yet. He's worried that you're worried about the affairs of the Hot-blooded Beast Tribe, so he asked me to come back first."
The elder frowned and threw the shark silk in his hand aside. "What could happen to him? Is it more important than telling me the result?"
Bah, you old thing, I won’t tell you whether there is something or not!
Taking advantage of the fact that he lowered his head and the elder was sitting high up, he continued to curse secretly while baring his teeth.
He didn't answer for a long time, and the elder slammed the table impatiently: "What are you thinking about!"
The guard captain, who was in the middle of cursing, came to his senses and said quickly, "I don't know what it is, but the king looks very anxious, so it must be a big deal."
The captain of the guards said secretly in his heart: King, I can only help you up to this point, you have to come back and handle the rest by yourself.
The topic of why the king didn't come back was finally brought up, and the elder began to ask about how the captain of the guard handled the matter.
This question lasted for a long time. The elder wanted to know every detail, even what they said.
When the captain of the guards walked out of the Elders' Hall, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the sea water had become much fresher. He touched his empty stomach and slowly walked back.
I feel so sorry for Wang. It's so tiring to communicate with the elder. Wang has to talk to him every day and pay attention to his emotions. If he does something that doesn't suit his wishes, he will be scolded. It's really hard work.
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Lan Yin swam with almost all his strength. He wanted to see the little female very much, and the feeling was very urgent.
I don’t know what the little female is doing now, whether she has been doing well these days, how she has eaten, and whether she has slept well.
What would she be doing at this time? Eating, walking along the bubbles, or looking at the scenery under the sea?
It was only a few days, but he felt like he hadn't seen her for a long time. He wanted to hear her voice, see her appearance, or even touch anything she had touched.
Lan Yin swam faster, and when she was about to arrive, she suddenly felt a little nervous, so she stopped quickly and swam slowly over.
He hid behind a large coral, looking for the female.
Soon he discovered that the little female was sitting on the ground, leaning lazily against the table, with her chin supported by one hand, and she was boredly piling up shells one by one, then pushing them down and piling them up again.
She looked like she was worried about something, and Lan Yin couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about herself too.
Yu Wanwan, who was concentrating on stacking shells, sneezed.
She rubbed her nose and muttered, "Who is scolding me behind my back?"
Just as he finished speaking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him. A mermaid jumped into the bubble, and the tail turned into a pair of slender, straight legs. Water droplets rolled down his skin, his long dark blue hair was wet, and even his eyelashes were a little moist.
Yu Wanwan was dazzled by his beauty and exclaimed in her heart: What a beautiful lotus emerging from the water!
"Wanwan, I'm back." Lan Yin strode over, stretched out her long arms, and hugged Yu Wanwan tightly in her arms.
His body was soft and cold, and water droplets stained Yu Wanwan's clothes.
Yu Wanwan was frightened by the hug and didn't react for a moment.
Lan Yin rested her chin on her head and closed her eyes with longing: "Wanwan, I miss you so much."
This was the first time in his entire life that he felt such a strong dependence on someone.
Lan Yin called Yu Wanwan's name over and over again, his voice soft. Yu Wanwan noticed something was wrong, patted him on the back, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong? Did you have trouble going out?"
Why did she feel that his voice sounded a little tearful? Could it be that he had suffered some injustice outside?
Lan Yin shook her head, rubbing her chin against the top of her head.
Yu Wanwan let him hold her until her legs were sore, and then Lan Yin let her go.
"Wanwan, I want to tell you something." Although she had decided not to tell her about the Hot-Blooded Beast Tribe, Lan Yin hesitated for a long time and decided to be honest.
If it really was the female's partner who was looking for her, she should have the right to know.
Yu Wanwan sat down at the table, hammered her leg, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Lan Yin didn't sit down. Instead, she knelt on one knee in front of her, looking her in the eye. Her expression was very serious. "I went to the shore and caught a few hot-blooded beastmen. They said your partner is looking for you. Do you want to..."
Lan Yin didn't finish his words. He wanted to ask Yu Wanwan if she wanted to go back, but when he thought about Yu Wanwan leaving the seabed, he felt so reluctant to let her go. Not to mention asking, he couldn't even utter a word.
When Yu Wanwan heard the word "partner", her eyes widened in surprise: "My partner?"
That's not right. Didn't the Beast God say that no one on the Orc Continent can return to the past? How could Bai Jing and the others have made it here, and are they still looking for me at the edge of the ocean?
Yu Wanwan asked tentatively, "You mean my partner? Who is that?"
Lan Yin took a deep breath, her tone somewhat heavy: "He is the prince of the Hot-blooded Beast Tribe."
If the little female was a royal, he probably wouldn't be able to hide her anymore.
Lan Yin's hands on her legs gradually clenched into fists.
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