Chapter 286 Chapter 286 Dad, Milo is in pain
Daryl swam to the cub in an instant.
The head of the family looked serious.
He reached out and poked the little cub covered by the cushion.
The glowing bead rolled away for a long distance.
The cub lying under the mat twitched its tail.
The head of the family felt a little relieved.
Good—not dead.
Although it is very fragile, it is certainly not to the point where it will die if hit with one blow.
Daryl then lifted the mat.
Seeing the little mermaid baby covering its forehead with its hands, its eyes were already filled with tears, and it was looking at him pitifully.
The magical power in his hand was slowly dissipating.
Daryl turned his head and coughed lightly.
As the 'culprit', he inevitably felt a certain degree of guilt.
But after all, he has never raised a child.
No one had ever thought that he would have to learn this skill!
It’s your first time raising a pet, so you can’t ask for too much, right?
The black-haired, black-tailed god picked up the little cub, threw the mat back onto the small stone bed, and raised his hand to cover the other's head.
He rubbed the little cub gently.
The red marks on the cub's head are gradually fading away.
It was cured very quickly.
The cub felt no more pain.
He blinked his big eyes, as if he couldn't believe it, and stretched out his hand, carefully and tentatively touching the marks on his head, bit by bit.
It really doesn’t hurt anymore!
Milo looked at Daryl.
Daryl felt comfortable seeing the admiring look in his eyes.
That's right.
Although the power of destruction has a stronger effect on him when used to heal.
But that's it.
Daryl really didn't think anything of it.
Moreover, even if the power of the divine nature erupts again, it is only a small matter. His body is collapsing, but it is impossible for him to be destroyed in a short time. Not to mention that the life of the gods is too long. At least he can raise this little guy until he becomes an adult and independent and can stand on his own. He can still follow behind the little guy and support him.
That's enough.
It's just a slight cure.
Daryl patted the little guy's head.
Then he sent a message to An Ye to find some beautiful plants that could grow on the seabed.
This place is indeed empty and lifeless, completely different from the Temple of Poseidon.
Daryl thought of the luxurious palace in Porton.
It's rare for the head of the family to be competitive.
The Temple of Destruction has just been built, so it doesn't matter if it's not as good as the Temple of the Sea now, but soon this will change.
The little cub lay on the soft cushion, raised his eyes and looked at the head of the family eagerly.
Then he couldn't help but rolled over on the mat.
He, he seems to be quite poor.
Just like his first adoptive parents' home.
The little mermaid blinked her big eyes.
No, it's okay.
He can work hard to support his family.
He built a big palace for...Dad!
Taking advantage of Daryl not being able to hear.
The little mermaid also quietly called out this name in her heart.
Daryl raised his hand and touched the cub's head.
Watch the time outside.
"Okay, you should go to bed."
As he said this, he pressed the little mermaid back into the soft cushions.
He watched the little mermaid curl up naturally.
Daryl didn't leave, just blinking his big eyes and looking at him. He saw that the little guy's eyelids were about to collapse and were slowly sliding down.
In a moment, his breathing became light and shallow again, and the little mermaid sank into the soft cushion.
Daryl left the room lightly.
He was in a surprisingly good mood, as he had previously felt that there was no need to build the Temple of Destruction.
He doesn't need those false names, he doesn't need offerings, he doesn't need their faith.
He was willing to provide shelter and was too lazy to ask for anything else.
But things are different now.
After the Temple of Destruction was built, it was very consistent with what he had imagined.
He doesn't care about this place. He is the God of Destruction and will not lose his authority because of the existence or non-existence of the Temple of Destruction, or the prosperity or decline of the Temple of Destruction.
All these are external things.
But there are indeed some differences.
He thought about the little cub sleeping soundly.
At least now the Temple of Destruction really has a reason to exist.
To him, it is not just an insignificant external object.
And now he had to find another room to continue watching the little cub's experience.
Although Daryl didn't want to see this.
But if you want to find out why the little cub can't speak, you have to watch it.
Daryl just wanted to stay a little further away from the little guy so that if he couldn't help it anymore, he wouldn't wake the cub again.
Daryl came to the most remote room.
He let out a long breath, finally ready for everything this time.
He took out the ocean mirror and put in the pearl.
The ocean mirror began to ripple.
The world consciousness, which had been silent until now, also noticed the movement here and came to watch quietly.
Daryl took a deep breath.
He had discovered long ago that the less important memories would be skipped over by the Ocean Mirror.
He now hopes that those bad memories will be fewer and fewer——
Let him find out the reason why the little cub can't speak and end all this as soon as possible.
But things didn't go as he wished at the beginning.
That was after it was determined that the cub's tears had sale value.
In addition to the daily requirement for the cubs, whose voices have been well-maintained, to sing to those strange devices, they now have another job - to cry.
No matter what, no matter what, you have to cry.
If he couldn't cry, he had to cry even if he had to pinch the cub's arms or thighs.
And if the pinching makes the cub numb, they will prick its fingers with a fine needle.
For a long time.
The cub, who originally didn't like to cry, gradually became more panicked and frightened, and began to shed tears every day.
Many times my eyes are red from crying, and I look pitiful and aggrieved.
Daryl looked calm at the moment, but he was cursing fiercely in his heart.
What the hell are these guys?
What is going on in this world?
How can you let someone like this adopt a cub?
Isn't this crazy?
They used the employee subsidies they received from adopting cubs to buy everything for themselves, and even had a cub of their own. However, the little guy could only curl up in a small glass tank, and all he did every day was sing and shed tears.
And eating those weird foods.
The little mermaid cubs are treated completely differently from their biological cubs.
numbness.
Daryl only saw the word numbness in the cub.
Finally, the little mermaid spoke in a soft voice.
When his younger brother was born.
While his adoptive parents were happy, he whispered
"Mother……"
His voice was a little hoarse and childish.
"What is it?"
The adoptive mother turned around and when she saw him, her kind expression could no longer be maintained and was distorted for a moment.
"Milo, you have to know that life at home is not easy. Mom doesn't mean to mistreat you."
The little mermaid carefully clung to the edge of the water tank.
"Mom, you said you wanted to get a bigger water tank for Milo."
This water tank is really too crowded.
A few more months passed, and even though the cub hadn't grown much due to eating food that had no nutrition and was even very deadly, the little guy was still a little overcrowded.
The adoptive mother couldn't help but frown.
Daryl, watching from outside, knew why.
The cubs did not originally live inland.
Seawater must be prepared and is not always available.
Because the child abandonment rate has soared, the local government has allocated a portion of funds to adults who are willing to adopt children and provide them with food, so that the sharply declining population can be maintained to a certain extent.
The government will also provide special subsidies for each cub of different race.
Just like mermaid babies, the only thing that can actually be used for these affordable policies is the prepared seawater subsidized by the government.
But the government will only subsidize this proportion, which is the minimum water ratio for mermaids to survive in a small tank.
If you want to switch to a larger tank, the remaining seawater will need to be reconfigured.
The adoptive mother didn't want to spend this money.
But looking at the cubs squeezed in the small water tank.
They are still maintaining a superficial facade at this moment.
They also need the little mermaid's song and tears.
So even though the little guy didn't want to, he soon had a bigger bathtub.
The little tail that was squeezed so hard finally relaxed.
But there is not enough sea water.
Daryl probably now understood why the little mermaid swam so strangely when she first came to the ocean.
Basically, the little mermaid has never survived in sea water deeper than his height.
So it's natural that they are different from ordinary mermaids.
Daryl frowned.
His perspective shifted.
Looked at the seawater preparation site of the little mermaid’s adoptive parents.
"What's the ratio? One bag to four basins of water, right?"
"Why go so far? We don't even have scales. And mermaids aren't that precious, are they? Can't many mermaids survive in freshwater?"
"That looks like an adult mermaid? Mermaids seem to be able to develop legs when they reach a certain age."
"It's about the same anyway, right? Wouldn't it be better to just add a little less? The rest are just trace elements, so we can save a lot. How much did that bag of pearls sell for last time? They were of great quality. My boss's wife at the factory really liked them and asked me to buy from her again next time."
Daryl watched the two men mix the seawater in a disorderly manner. After everything was added, they casually poured it into the filter device next to them.
The filter device is connected to the small bathtub.
Daryl's fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.
Having lived on the seabed for many years, Daryl naturally knew what sea water meant to these races.
Especially the cubs of these races.
If even the need for sea water is not met, the cubs will become depressed, develop poorly, and suffer from serious sequelae.
And now, the little mermaid is not even three years old!—How dare they? How could they do this?
They were unwilling to raise it well, so he didn't mind raising this little guy a few years earlier. Daryl's anger reached its peak, but he had nowhere to vent it. When he saw the cub, he crushed the stone next to him with such rage.
Although the little mermaid in the room was lying in the children's swimming pool uncomfortably at this moment, he seemed to be in a good mood. His light blue eyes were blinking. Because he had not received any education, he just counted on his fingers one by one. His voice was soft and gentle. He didn't dare to speak loudly because his throat was hoarse due to the discomfort.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—"
At the age of ten, the mermaid has the ability to grow legs. At that time, the law also tacitly recognizes that a child who has been raised to the age of ten has the ability to live independently and can leave his or her adoptive parents. The subsidy will also stop at the same time. However, when the adoptive parents grow old, a certain amount of money will be paid to the adoptive parents for their retirement according to regulations.
Wait until that time.
He can leave here.
The little mermaid counted on her fingers over and over again.
He counted haltingly, and there was a rare sparkle in his eyes.
"Another seven years—"
The cub encouraged himself in a soft voice.
"It's only seven years—but a year is a long time."
The little mermaid waved her tail restlessly.
Until the water filter makes a sound.
Before the little mermaid could react, she tilted her head back and the water flowed down, splashing all over the cub and filling the small children's swimming pool, or rather the children's bathtub, to the sea level.
But it was only poured once.
The cub felt that it was having difficulty breathing, and when its whole body was immersed in it, it began to feel uncomfortable. At this time, the cub did not realize the seriousness of the problem. After all, at the beginning, the impact of the seawater ratio was not significant. It was not until night that the skin all over its body seemed to be irritated and gave a violent reaction.
Pain and itching soon set in.
The cub rolled around in panic and choked on the water.
He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to jump out of the swimming pool.
But if he really turned out, he might die outside.
Daryl was drawn into the world consciousness, and his emotions were almost completely absorbed. He subconsciously reached out to protect the little cub and prevent him from falling out.
In the end, Xiaomilo did not turn out because he did not have the strength to do so.
Because of the pain and because his entire body had been immersed in such water for too long, his internal organs were affected and he began to have a fever.
Little Milo cried.
He cried so hard that his eyes and nose turned red, and his little hands clung tightly to the edge of the bathtub.
"Dad—Mom—"
He shouted.
His voice also became hoarse.
Like the cry of a desperate baby bird.
Milo didn't know what was wrong with him.
He cried and shouted—
He just felt so uncomfortable and wronged——
It is probably the nature of cubs to cry and act like spoiled brats.
He just suppressed and controlled himself, being a sensible and good boy who didn't cause trouble to others, so that he could survive.
But at this moment, it was probably the scorching temperature and the feeling of suffocation that made the cubs feel extremely aggrieved, and they finally all burst into tears.
Milo didn't know what he had done wrong.
So I don’t understand why I feel so uncomfortable.
“Wuwuwu——”
The cub's tears were crackling, and pearls fell all over the ground.
He was dizzy from the fever.
Weakly shouting——"Dad——"
But in the end he seemed to understand something.
I just tried to curl up and control my breathing.
No one would pay any attention to him.
The cub who tried hard to survive finally confirmed that he was the redundant one.
Until I finally fainted.
Since then, the cub has never called mom and dad again.
The aura around Daryl shifted and shifted.
The ocean mirror trembled.
Finally, there was another loud bang.
A big hole appeared next to the ocean mirror.
The ocean mirror shook in an anthropomorphic manner, and a bead of sweat seemed to slide down.
Daryl clenched his fist and slowly withdrew his hand, his expression unreadable.
no--
He felt he needed to calm down a bit more.
Wait until he calms down before continuing to look for the answer.
And now the little cub woke up in the middle of the night.
He subconsciously curled up and felt the pain in his stomach.
A fine, needle-like pain came over him, and Xiaomilo began to feel nauseous and want to vomit again. He felt that his temperature seemed to be rising.
So uncomfortable——
Milo curled up, stumbled to his feet, and almost fell to the ground. He swam staggeringly to the door.
He spoke silently, his face pale, as if he wanted to call for help.
My stomach hurts—
Milo's stomach hurts—
Milo's little body trembled slightly as he opened the door.
Looking at the long corridor outside the house and the closed doors on both sides of the corridor, the little guy whimpered silently.
Leaning against the door.
Every time he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't find anyone to rely on.
The pain is getting more and more intense.
Milo vomited and tears began to fall again.
Is he going to die?
Milo was so scared—
Milo is in pain——
The little mermaid tried to curl herself up, trying to learn from the past and endure those uncomfortable and painful experiences.
Just hold on and it won’t hurt anymore.
But Milo still felt bad—
"Yuyu? What's wrong?"
The next moment, Milo was picked up.
Daryl looked at the pale little cub and frowned.
Milo's door bears traces of his magic.
As long as Milo wanted to come out, he would be able to find it.
But I never expected to see a little fish with a pale face when I came here.
Milo subconsciously raised his head and saw that it was Darryl. The little fish cub felt even more aggrieved. His tears fell down and his little face kept pressing against Darryl's neck. He pulled Darryl's big hand and covered his little belly.
Milo is in pain——
Dad, Milo is in pain.
Daryl almost instinctively reversed his power of destruction.
"Your stomach feels bad?"
He asked.
The large hand stroked the cub's belly.
The magical power attached to it and quickly relieved the pain.
"You haven't eaten so much before."
Daryl understood immediately.
"So my little tummy can't handle eating too much at once."
The little fish in my arms felt very aggrieved.
Crying until he was covered in pearls.
She kept trying to get into his arms.
Daryl swallowed the taste of blood in his mouth.
He made a casual sound and carried the little guy into the room.
He needs a break too.
"Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, you will feel better soon."
Daryl followed him onto the cot and curled up beside it, placing the pale little fish boy back on the cushions, his large hands still covering his belly.
"Is it not uncomfortable anymore?"
The cub was still clinging to him, even more so now, snuggling into his arms.
This was the first time Milo found support.
This is a five-year-old kid who gets to know what family is like for the first time.
The beautiful and dreamy little mermaid was protected in the arms of the dark mermaid god. After making a fuss for half the night, she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Daryl also closed his eyes, allowing his consciousness to sleep and rest, while at the same time easing the throbbing pain in his brain caused by the reversal of power.
A new day has arrived.
Daryl subconsciously stretched his tail according to his habit, and the next moment, there was a dull thud.
When Milo opened his eyes, he felt dizzy.
Daryl also opened his eyes.
Then I saw that the little mermaid baby who was originally sleeping on the mat was squeezed so tightly that only a small space was left. At this moment, the little guy was no longer on the bed. A pair of small hands grabbed the edge of the bed, and the pink little head slowly poked out from under the bed.
Little Milo was still sleeping with a face full of question marks.
Why?
Why is Milo under the bed?
Daryl: ...Ahem.
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