Chapter 288 Chapter 288 Are you feeling better?
Daryl pried open the cub's mouth and forcibly took out the red fruit from it.
Only after the red fruit fell to the ground did Daryl let out a long breath and look at the cub again.
Milo's little body trembled subconsciously.
Blinking her big eyes, she leaned against his side.
Small hands tugged at his fins.
But Milo obviously didn't dare to use too much force.
After all, he had pulled fish scales off Daryl before.
Although Daryl himself doesn't care much.
But Milo cared deeply.
Little Milo observed Daryl's expression. Seeing that he looked unhappy, the little guy couldn't say anything. He could only look up at him pitifully, and began to cry again, and then picked up pearls from the ground and gave them to him.
Daryl: ...That doesn't have to be the case.
He still has a bag of pearls and other things in his space.
And originally——
Daryl was a little angry.
After all, little Milo usually looks really well-behaved, and is a very easy-to-manage child no matter how you look at it.
Daryl hadn't thought Milo could stuff anything into his mouth.
But Daryl learned from the mermaid leader that the cubs were actually lively and active, and exploration was their nature.
Milo actually looked at Daryl cautiously.
Milo had never seen this fruit.
But this fruit exudes a pleasant fragrance, just like a child who comes across something that feels good to chew. Even if he feels that he cannot bite it casually, he always wants to give it a try.
With this feeling, the cub bit it subconsciously, and then swallowed it subconsciously.
Milo, Milo seems to be willful.
Tears welled up in the little cub's round eyes.
Milo is not a good kid.
The cub rubbed its eyes pitifully.
Milo is a bad boy.
Milo was raised by a bad guy, so Milo is a bad boy.
The little guy is sensitive.
Just now it became a little more lively.
The more I think about it, the sadder I feel.
The emotions involuntarily fell deeper and deeper.
Cubs who are not loved by their families are prone to go to extremes in all aspects.
From a psychological perspective, some extremely paranoid personalities are mostly formed in childhood. The psychological shadows continue to deepen, and are distorted into paranoia due to some opportunity.
They will naturally think of their own bad things and then think of the bad things of others. As they go through this process, the more miserable their own lives were in the past, the worse their empathy will be.
Daryl was still watching.
It is very normal for puppies to have this condition, and parents do not need to make a fuss.
Just let the cubs know that they can't do these things, and guide them correctly -
Correct guidance?
How to guide correctly?
Daryl thought.
This - he won't.
After all, this is a guy who releases whatever emotions he has first.
The God of Destruction always acts according to his own temperament.
So when Daryl was carefully reading the book on how to coax and educate cubs, he saw several bubbles emerging from the side of the little cub.
Daryl: ?
Why is his little cub blowing bubbles for fun instead of doing anything else?
Then he saw the little guy lowering his head.
"What's wrong?"
Daryl moved closer and lifted the cub's tiny face.
His breathing paused slightly.
The little face, which had been coaxed to stop crying, looked aggrieved and pitiful, with its teeth biting its lips.
I used so much force that some bleeding occurred.
"What happened?"
Daryl panicked, but because Dark Night was there, he could only remain calm.
"Milo."
The gods were in a panic and at a loss. They could only subconsciously stop things they didn't like based on their past experience.
An Ye couldn't help but look at the cub crying.
This little guy always seems to be crying, and his ice-blue eyes are always red.
A cute and pitiful little face.
An Ye took a look and couldn't help but take another look.
Finally, he looked away with difficulty.
Cough cough——
Just a little cub.
Although her crying was a bit pitiful and made people feel a little distressed.
But where did he think this was?
This is the most brutal underwater abyss.
The legendary forbidden land!
Moreover, the god here is the most ruthless and arbitrary god of destruction, who is not comparable to some saints and saints.
To survive here, you'd better adapt to it, otherwise he will be in trouble.
Thinking this, An Ye couldn't help but look at the little cub.
The little guy was frightened by Daryl's shout and shivered. He kept wiping his eyes with his little hands, trying to wipe away the tears that were overflowing, but as his little hands moved, what fell down were pieces of round and lovely pearls.
ah--
Watching in the dark night, he couldn't help but think - actually, there's no need to be so harsh.
He tried to say something.
But Daryl frowned and looked impatient, asking him to leave the Temple of Destruction that had just been built.
I don’t know if it was because of the crying or because of the little guy’s behavior that made him angry.
In the end, An Ye couldn't say anything. He gave the cub a look of "May the best of you" and then turned and left.
He swam out of the Temple of Destruction with worry in his heart, and the next moment he was taken far away by Daryl's magical power.
He let out a long breath.
"How's it going?"
The surrounding clan leaders gathered around, filled with confusion and curiosity.
"Why that expression? What happened?"
"Isn't that mermaid too small? It feels like it's only the size of a palm."
"How can it be so exaggerated? It should be as big as two palms!"
"Hahaha, it's just a small thing. Even if it's a big trouble dropped from the sky, it's still within our control. I don't think we need to worry too much. It's just that little tail—"
Someone stroked his chin and spoke.
"Isn't it a little too thin? It's completely different from the mermaid cubs near the upper layers of this abyss.
"I think so too. Maybe I should take some extra care? I'll go upstream and see if the fish there are more tender and juicy."
"Ahem—of course, I'm also carrying out the Lord's will."
"Alright, don't execute it."
The more I think about it in the dark night, the more worried I become.
"That little fellow has displeased the Lord, and he's crying."
There was silence for a moment.
"The master will definitely need more coaxing then. How about this, each of you separate and collect some things that the mermaid cub might be interested in and prepare them in advance. Also, ask everything clearly. If you don't understand something, look it up in a book. Some books should have the basic characteristics of mermaid cubs. Don't send them to him if they can't handle it."
Thinking of the scene where Daryl fiercely grabbed the cub's throat, An Ye was still frightened.
As soon as these words fell, the group of people dispersed.
And the Temple of Destruction at this moment.
After An Ye left, Daryl's expression instantly became solemn.
He reached out and took the cub.
"Okay, okay, you just want to cry, right? Go ahead and cry."
Daryl couldn't understand it, but he was willing to tolerate the cub.
In Daryl's opinion, he just coaxed him to stop crying, but he was still crying, and crying even harder. He had coaxed him to stop crying before, but it restricted him instead. Look, there are bloody bite marks on his mouth.
Daryl looked particularly uncomfortable.
"Just let go and cry, why are you biting yourself?"
Daryl rubbed the cub's cheek.
"That's not what I meant just now. You're only a few years old this year. I was looking at how to raise you and what else I can't bring here."
The cub is still in a low mood.
He is a bad boy.
If he is not well behaved, will you not like him?
But he himself didn't want to be liked by others.
He only needs a very small space -
But it still feels uncomfortable.
Milo just cared.
Care about dad very much.
But Milo couldn't express himself.
He wanted to say that he would be a good boy.
He wanted to say that his father was very good to him and he liked his father very much.
He also wanted to say - it would be a lie to say that you no longer trust others.
The five-year-old kid was crying.
He still wants to be hugged, wants someone to pick him up from under the bed when he is sleeping, and wants someone to appear behind him and ask him what he is doing when he is looking for an adult.
That way I don’t feel so lonely.
But the cub couldn't speak, the cub couldn't say anything.
Even the cub's anxiety is not conveyed at all.
Having been raised by a bad guy, does that mean he is also a bad boy?
He had often hoped that his younger brother, who always caused him trouble, would die.
If it weren't for that younger brother, his life wouldn't be happy, but at least he could get by.
But now—
He is a bad boy.
The cub cried more and more sadly.
The tear pearls seemed to have broken off the string and fell all over Daryl's body.
No, son, ancestor, why are you crying?
You should explain it to me clearly.
Daryl now deeply felt the importance of communication.
Daryl was completely stunned.
He looked at the little guy.
"Why are you crying even harder? What are you dissatisfied with?"
Daryl looked around.
"Is it this bed? Or the table? Or are these plants bad?"
Daryl touched the cub's head and picked a leaf from the side.
"It's not a big deal. Dad will take you to the Sea God Temple later and we can pick one out, okay?"
No, it's not—
The cub wanted to speak, but he couldn't get over the obstacle and he couldn't utter a word.
I cried into a miserable little ball.
Daryl's movements were still a little clumsy.
He folded the leaf back and forth twice, then suddenly spread his hands in front of the cub.
"Look—the little rabbit."
This is the fingertip magic of the adults on the cubs.
Use seaweed blades to create small animals that are not usually seen by ocean pups.
And that's what Daryl had just learned in the guide to raising merpeople.
The cub was attracted for a moment, looking at the long green 'rabbit ears' trembling in the water.
But still crying.
He was lost in his own emotions and felt terribly uncomfortable.
It's like I can't reconcile with myself.
Is this not okay?
Daryl tutted and let out a breath, looking at the kit who was trying to curl himself into a small ball to hide himself from seeing him cry.
"Do you want to learn?"
The cub's face was straightened.
The cub looked at Daryl with red eyes, then looked at what Daryl was holding, and nodded.
It's really simple.
It's very easy to make, just a little distraction and a surprise appearance is enough to shock most pups.
The little mermaid is undoubtedly very clever.
Following the head teacher's instructions step by step, a trembling little rabbit appeared in the palm of the hand.
Milo calmed down a little.
The little cub raised his eyes to look at Daryl again. He had stopped crying now, but he felt a little embarrassed.
But Daryl didn't know what he was thinking.
He looked away slightly uncomfortably.
He hugged Milo, patted his head, and then spoke.
"Yuyu is the most beautiful and intelligent little mermaid Dad has ever seen."
Daryl looked at the little guy, his eyes softening a little, "Are you feeling better now? Fish, it's really troublesome not being able to communicate."
But do you want to see those things?
Daryl shook himself, with obvious repulsion.
It was so frustrating. He couldn't deal with the person and he felt so uncomfortable.
Milo's eyes slowly widened.
When Milo was very young, he looked at his younger brother who was born not long ago and had a small wish that lasted for a long time: he wanted to be hugged, wanted to be patted on the head, and wanted to be praised as the most beautiful and smartest little fish in the world.
So Daryl held him, touched his head, and told him that he was the most beautiful and smartest little fish in the world.
Milo is the most beautiful and intelligent little fish.
——Not a bad boy.
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