Chapter 220 The Mermaid Loves to Sing (7)



Because it was so high, the little one couldn't even see the stone sculpture's face at a glance.

By the way, where's the baby's balloon?

The little guy was only stunned for a moment, then quickly went to find their pufferfish balloon.

Will it be later?

Like playing hide-and-seek, the little one quickly peeked his head behind the statue.

I didn't see it...

He continued to wander around the statue, splitting up with the little octopus to search.

The sculpture seemed to have no end, and the little one swam for a long, long time until his little tail got tired.

The little octopus rubbed against the baby's soft little face, and seeing the sleepiness in his eyes, it pointed to the sculpture below with its open, folded palms.

It has a hollow shape.

"Ah... um..."

The baby rolled over and landed on my palm.

Its tail tip gently patted the sculpture beneath it, squashing its round little face.

But I couldn't resist the drowsiness, and after murmuring a few words, I finally fell asleep.

Sirens was bored today and remembered that the sacrificial ceremony his people had prepared for him this year was about to begin.

So he decided to descend to the mortal realm to inspect this sea area, and possessed the sculpture in the middle of the ocean.

The sculpture's deep eyes slowly opened, behind a barrier that made it difficult for others to look directly at them.

That's when they discovered the intruder lying in their "palm".

Who dares to offend the incarnation of the gods?

"Oh!"

The little guy seemed to sense something in his sleep, and rubbed against the rock beneath him in his drowsy state.

It turned out to be a baby mermaid...

There's no point in arguing about it then.

Sirens lowered his eyes; his palm seemed larger than the little creature's body.

That blue tail... does it look like the Mermaid King's child?

He remembered that the Mermaid King's youngest son also had a blue tail. How come they've had another child so soon?

They really can reproduce.

Sirens wondered if he should give the Mermaid King a special reward this year, as the Mermaid King's contributions to the growth of his race were considerable.

It unleashed its divine power, covering the entire sea area.

The marine life was thriving and looked very happy.

The little boy had a dream that his pufferfish balloon came to find him.

He caught the ball many times.

The little mouth, which was fast asleep, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Sirens certainly heard the little guy's voice, and looking at the round little cub, he couldn't help but reach out and poke his face.

Seeing the little guy's furrowed brow, he pinched the little guy's fish tail again.

They lifted the little guy upside down.

The little guy started pouting the next second, then opened his mouth and started crying.

The crying was so loud that even Sirens was terrified.

Tears turned into pearls and fell to the ground.

The little guy's tail struggled, and the next second, it spat out a lot of bubbles.

Wait a minute, that familiar power...

How can their power originate from the same source?

Sirens collected the bubbles the little creature exhaled and infused them with his divine power.

The two forces miraculously merged.

Who is it?

How dare they steal the power of the gods!

Seeing the little guy crying so hard he could barely breathe, Sirens straightened him up.

The little one stretched out his two little hands, wanting a hug.

Sirenius could only conjure a projection of his true form and stiffly hold the cub in his arms.

The little one wiggled his bottom, wanting his father to pat him.

Divine power overflowed from Sirens' fingertips, seeping invisibly into the little creature's body.

Sirens felt the same bloodline as him, and he was even more shocked.

No, who stole his child?!

Conspiracy theories began to surface in his mind, and Sirens struggled to suppress his inner rage.

The little guy sobbed and drifted off to sleep again.

I don't know how long I slept, but I rubbed my eyes and woke up from my dream.

I want to find my dad...

Where is Dad?

The baby clings to its tail in the sculpture's palm, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.

Suddenly, ocean currents converged and gently lifted him up.

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