Chapter 280 Chapter 280 Milo’s First Toy…beat…
Even if it only requires a small space.
But sleeping on the stone was still too hard.
And I don’t feel like sleeping yet…
The cub, curled up on the rock, stirred.
He was really small, like a small pink glowing body in the dark seabed, turning over slowly.
Organize your thoughts.
The lamb has recovered from hibernation, and Little Milo curled up his little tail, actually not quite able to come back to his senses at the moment.
After all, not long ago, he was curled up in a small basin of water.
Exploited and enslaved, in the name of 'love'.
He was too young to resist.
Milo was disheartened for a long time, but he knew in his heart that they were not his real family.
It's just that he had no way to fight back.
Milo thought, he is not a little fool.
But it really hurts...
Think about it, the little mermaid is about to drop her little pearls again.
And based on everything that happened before, Milo didn't have a good understanding of his family, so he didn't have any confidence in finding a new family for him and gaining family, friendship and love.
He just felt that it was great to be able to leave that place - although the big guy behind him was a little scary, it was better than his original home -
He even has big rocks.
Little Milo is a good boy who is easily satisfied.
Especially now, now—
It was different. Although he was still a little scared, Milo had never seen such a big place before.
Looking around, it was all water, but the water didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
Milo rolled over again, his eyes meeting Daryl's, who was watching him from the edge of the rock.
The little mermaid was so frightened that her tail straightened subconsciously.
No, you just arranged a place for yourself?
Daryl had been watching the little guy's every move from the beginning.
He still held a handful of slightly warm pearls in his hand.
The sea water has not had time to take away all the temperature.
Each of these pearls is round and lustrous, and they are obviously the fine products that humans like.
Daryl has few external desires.
There is not much reaction to the ethnic groups living here.
For him, he was simply living in this place. Even if those guys came in to show their loyalty, he would not actually ask them to do anything. So naturally, Daryl would not provide any protection. It was just that he was fed up with everything about the God of Light Arvid.
"Little fish."
Daryl spoke again.
He stared at the little cub with a pink tail, changed his posture, and spoke softly in a somewhat casual, elegant, enchanting, and bewitching voice.
"Can't you speak? Don't you know me? Don't you know the name of Daryl, the God of Destruction?"
If he knew, what he should do is to find a way to leave here immediately, instead of curling up his little body and finding a nest for himself.
The little mermaid heard him speak.
Very nice tone.
Apart from her own singing, the little mermaid had never heard anyone speak so beautifully.
Especially when the other party is not deliberately attacking and the tone is full of nonchalance.
Think of your own voice.
Little Milo opened his mouth.
He seemed to want to speak, but no sound came out, he just spit out a bubble in a daze.
He was speechless—
He hasn't been able to speak for a long time.
The pink little mermaid hugged her tail and lowered her head a little sadly.
Besides - no one would care what he said, right?
It’s okay, it’s okay, Milo is used to it.
"Little mute?"
It's rare for a mermaid to be famous for her singing.
It was obvious that Daryl had never interacted with cubs before. He spoke without restraint and in a very casual manner.
Then he learned his lesson, as he watched the little mermaid's eyes turn red in an instant.
The tip of its tail wagged pitifully, and it began to cry again.
Daryl: ...
No, wait, he just said that, he didn't mean anything else!!
Isn’t it just that you can’t speak?
He has seen many people who cannot speak.
There was once a wise man on the continent. Although he could not speak, he was admired by thousands of people.
It's just because of his attributes and power that he doesn't hide it and his words are not so nice. So what?
Even gods would be overwhelmed by the crying of cubs.
Daryl just stood there stiffly, staring at the cub and crying. The pearls around the cub were piled up into a small mountain.
Where have you ever seen such a "magnificent" scene in the deep sea?
Daryl's pupils in his crimson eyes slightly erected, and the last time he looked at the little guy, he felt so sad and pitiful.
He had a round little face, tears were falling from his light blue eyes, and he was holding his not-so-chubby little tail.
How to coax?
Although Daryl felt that he was not a good person, he definitely had no intention of bullying a cub.
Not to mention that this cub's appearance is so special.
Especially when she started crying, she looked so pitiful that he couldn't even hold back his words.
It is probably the same virtue as the world consciousness.
Daryl was at a loss as to what to do with the cub, and finally said dryly: "I am a bad god, don't take my words to heart."
But the cub didn't stop crying at all.
What should I do? What should I do?
Daryl reached out his hand, then froze mid-stretch.
Ah, is it okay if he is a bastard?
Little Milo looked up at the outstretched hand and instinctively began to pick up pearls on the ground and then put them in the palm of his hand.
The poor little guy's face turned red from crying. He just cried silently, looking at him with great grievance, rubbing his two little hands back and forth, pointing at the stone under him, and then pointing at himself.
That means he wants this piece of land, just a small piece. Are these pearls enough?
Daryl, who failed to coax the cub and still had a handful of pearls in his hand, said:...I am really an asshole!
But that's the sigh, Daryl also admitted that he was a bastard, as for the others -
Forget it, let’s take a look first.
Daryl felt that he had no thoughts about the cub, whether good or bad, but he cried so sadly, and the way he put the pearl into other people's hands was too skillful, as if he often did this to please someone.
After these two times, Daryl's unwillingness to deal with people disappeared. He simply reached out and picked up the little mermaid with one hand.
The little guy was so small, only about one tenth of his size.
It was a little bit difficult to hold it in his palm, but the little guy still knew to wag his tail, and looked so well-behaved being held in his arms.
It was only after Daryl held it in his hand that he realized how small this little guy was.
His small hands held his arms.
A warm and soft touch—but not completely soft, some places seem a little rough, not calloused, but like—
Daryl looked closer at the little guy and frowned slightly.
"How did your parents raise you? Did they choose an area with inappropriate concentrations?"
And it is obvious that the cub has lived in that environment for a long time.
It looks white and soft, but its skin is actually covered with various rough marks.
A slight touch will cause a small red spot.
The little mermaid sat on his hand, wagging her tail and looking a little nervous.
"Come on, open your mouth."
Daryl just said it casually and didn't take it too seriously.
"Let me check your throat."
So when Dark Night, a member of the Yaksha fish tribe who lived in the deep sea abyss and volunteered to patrol the area for Daryl, came here, he saw this scene.
"Come—ah—"
Daryl was holding a pink little creature in his hands. His jet-black mermaid tail was still coiled on the rock, and he opened his mouth to the little mermaid, looking very friendly.
The little mermaid in his hands followed suit, silently opening her mouth and tilting her head back, allowing Daryl to carefully examine her with magic.
An exceptionally ferocious lord of the sea, plus a cute little guy.
Dark Night never thought there would be such a combination.
He looked at the little guy suspiciously.
"host."
He bowed respectfully and greeted softly.
As a member of the Yaksha fish clan, a creature that also lives in the abyss of the sea, he also has signs of being eroded by darkness pollution. The black markings spread from the waist and abdomen all the way to the neck, and the serious areas have become slightly raised.
"What's your message just now?"
Not many people are truly qualified to come to this place.
Daryl was still concentrating on watching the cub's condition.
"There seems to be nothing wrong with the physiological structure—why can't it make sounds? Does it need some kind of trigger?"
Daryl thought, his pointed ear fins twitching twice as he looked at the cub thoughtfully.
The pink little mermaid noticed the arrival of the person next to her and looked over subconsciously with her mouth open.
This was also the first time that An Ye saw such a soft little creature, with a soft pink tongue, light blue round eyes, and round and plump teeth.
Surrounded by the Lord of the Sea, who is covered in poison and thorns, it is like a bright pink rose among thorns.
And their master, while the little guy was looking over, grabbed one of his pink hairs and exerted force suddenly.
Dark Night opened his eyes wide.
——He pulled that hair out! ! ! !
Milo's scalp tightened for a moment.
The pain came, and the cub squinted his eyes in pain. Still without any sound, he turned his head slowly.
"Is a surprise attack not possible?"
It is obvious that Daryl, who does not know how to raise a cub, does not understand what he has done. He just follows his own behavioral logic and proceeds step by step, just like God holds authority and believers act under authority.
An Ye also opened his eyes wide over there.
No, wait, is this okay?
Is it okay to get along with the cubs like this?
He remembered the children of his race—
"A little thing that fell from the sky."
Daryl didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.
He pointed above his head.
"I fell into the water suddenly."
But this is a mermaid, and normally mermaids wouldn't be in the sky at first.
The night was silent for a moment.
"Could it be a conspiracy by the God of Light?"
"Perhaps."
Daryl thought about it and thought that the possibility was quite high, so he just spoke casually.
"After all, there's nothing that old bastard can't do. He claims to hate darkness and respect light and justice, but I've long since grown tired of him."
An Ye also immediately became serious: "Lord, what should we do with him?"
Since it fell from the sky, it cannot be easily disposed of. Who knows if it is a new mine buried by the guy above in the abyss of the sea.
Daryl was about to say that it was okay, the guy just couldn't stand him, but because light and darkness coexisted, he couldn't get rid of him.
"I have also given Poseidon the communication magic."
According to Daryl's thoughts, this guy who looked like a little trouble would be better left to Bodong to deal with.
Then—the pink hair slowly slid down.
The cub, still in a daze, looked at the hair that was falling quietly, and then looked at the other person's face——QAQ
He, why is he like this?
Woo-woo-woo-woo
Daryl was a little slow to react and looked down.
The cub slowly covered his head, and big tears fell.
The little hand supported itself on his arm, and the swimming was somewhat awkward, with the pink little tail swinging with the wrong force.
He retreated pitifully into his own little corner.
Just shed tears in silence.
This time it’s not because he is a little mute.
This time Daryl really made me cry.
Dark Night and Daryl both froze.
"You go and coax him."
Daryl spoke up.
An Ye had no feelings towards this little thing to begin with, but when he heard that he fell from the sky, he became even more alert. Now seeing him crying, the exceptionally cold and hard young man froze, at a loss as to what to do.
"Lord, I...I..."
He is single too, how could he have ever coaxed a cub?
That is, when other people’s homes have cubs, he goes to see them and might play with the cubs for a while.
Daryl finally gave up.
He looked at the small figure and frowned anxiously.
What on earth does the God of Light want to do?
Did he create this cub specifically to torment him?
Well, he was indeed troubled.
But they are all gods, and they are all at the level of main gods. Although his divinity is not complete, he can be regarded as a demigod overall, but who doesn't know who? Avid's heart can't be easily moved by a cub, and of course it's the same for him.
Would you be shaken by a cub?
Stop joking.
This kind of joke and temptation is too low-level.
Coincidentally, a magic circle from the sea god Bodong flew over.
Bodong's voice was one that only Daryl could hear.
He heard the other party speak in a somewhat strange way.
"What mermaid? I haven't heard any reports of mermaid cubs getting lost. Besides, the mermaids live so close to where you are. Why don't you just take the little mermaid and ask them? Mermaids are very protective of their cubs. It's likely that they accidentally lost their cub during this storm."
Daryl and Bodong are not too hostile to each other, but because they are close to each other, they probably maintain a calm appearance.
"If it doesn't work, just send the mermaid here and I'll find a place to send her away. Anything else?"
Daryl listened to Bodong's words and looked at the little mermaid cub who was holding his fish tail, huddled on the side pitifully, producing pearls continuously, and his back looked particularly aggrieved.
Although he had thought of it before, it was still An Ye's words that reminded him.
Since this fell from the sky, it might be a trick of Arvid.
Then he would like to see what the other party wants to do.
That side of him—a really boring one.
The final decision to keep the cub was just a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Daryl didn't have the resources to raise a cub.
But for the almost omnipotent god, none of this is a problem.
There are fish occasionally passing by the sea above your head, and coral reefs near the mermaids.
He can get it without leaving the abyss.
Finally Daryl waved his hand.
Signaling to An Ye that he could leave here.
An Ye bowed respectfully again.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Daryl was full of admiration.
Their Supreme Lord must have his own plans.
Daryl is so strong and ruthless that he will definitely not fall into the trap set by that guy in the sky. This is just a trick being used against him.
An Ye couldn't help but take another look at the little pink figure over there, and he was ready to leave.
Then he heard Daryl suddenly call him.
What?
He turned his head.
It was discovered that Daryl was using magic to transmit telepathy.
Only he could hear it.
"What do the cubs in your tribe usually do and play?"
What to do and what to play?
An Ye was stunned for a moment.
The deep sea abyss is really short of supplies.
Hunting is very difficult here, let alone finding toys.
It is already very difficult for the cubs in the tribe to grow up well.
Besides, a little fellow of unknown origin, who might even be carrying some unspeakable conspiracy, doesn't really need the Lord's attention, right?
But An Ye looked at the pink mermaid again, paused for a moment, and then spoke quickly.
"We don't have many toys for our young ones, but we do have a kind of coral that's very flexible. When you swing it, it makes a rustling sound underwater, and the young ones really like it."
Daryl nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Only then did An Ye leave completely.
Wait for him to return to the tribe.
A group of tribesmen who could not enter the lowest part of the abyss came forward.
"Dark Night, what happened with the Lord? What orders did the Lord give? Does the Lord finally need us?"
Although Daryl himself said that he did not provide shelter to this group of people, these people obviously did not think so.
In the era when their race was excluded and suffered, although life here was materially difficult, as long as their bodies were under the protection of Daryl, the God of Destruction, they would not feel so uncomfortable.
This is already a blessing and protection for them.
The guys from other tribes nearby also moved closer, listening attentively.
Dark Night thought of the little pink cub inside, and then thought about what Daryl said last, and he hesitated a little.
His lips moved twice.
But in the end I was very convinced.
"The Lord has captured the guy from the Cloud Country. He must have some conspiracy and trickery, but the Lord has seen through it. We don't have to worry."
What?
A group of people opened their eyes wide and couldn't help but panic. After such a long period of peace with the Cloud Kingdom, were they really going to target them again?
But after the panic, my blood couldn't help but boil.
"I will offer my body to my Lord to bring victory!"
"Even if it's a kingdom in the clouds filled with believers, I'm not afraid!"
An Ye nodded.
"Very good, so now the first step -"
Everyone looked at the dark night.
Then he looked at An Ye, thought for a moment, and nodded seriously.
"We should go find some delicate little fish—"
That little guy probably can't eat these prey on the seabed.
"Oh, and who has any coral? We should dedicate it to the Lord."
This is not for the little mermaid, but to help the Lord solve his problems.
An Ye nodded seriously.
So, not long after, the abyss races who did not understand but had gathered these things placed them at the entrance to the deepest part of the abyss.
Soon, the water flow carried those things to the bottom of the abyss.
Daryl was looking at these things - before he could locate the things he wanted, the group of people outside delivered them.
He looked at the 'delicate' little fish.
In the deep sea, the smallest fish is half the length of the little guy.
Needs to be dealt with.
And Milo was almost furious.
The crying baby still had his eyes drooping, but now he had turned his head to look at him.
Daryl looked at the little thing, thought for a moment, then reached out and handed the coral to him.
What?
Milo looked down in confusion.
He tilted his little head and held the coral.
That little thing is so cute.
Daryl was shaken.
He picked up another coral and shook it gently a few times.
The sound made by the coral is very comfortable, like rustling against your ears.
The cub also looked at it curiously, and its eyes gradually lit up.
Little Milo has no toys.
This little coral was his first toy.
He swung twice, but due to his physical condition, his strength was too weak and the swing amplitude was too small, so the sound was almost inaudible.
Milo pursed his lips, held the coral in both hands, and waved it vigorously.
The elastic coral shook, and this time it made a sound, but it also bounced off Milo's forehead with a bang.
The white forehead instantly turned red, and the little guy looked at him blankly with the coral in his hand.
"Shh—did you hit him on the head?"
——QAQ
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