Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 290 The Imprisoned Mermaid (9)

Mermaids are mysterious, intelligent, and powerful sea creatures.

The legends about them have been the hottest topic for thousands of years.

There are many legends about mermaids in human society.

The rumors are similar, which are nothing more than that mermaids are beautiful, have beautiful singing voices, their tears can turn into pearls, and their fish tails can turn into legs when they come ashore.

Therefore, some people boldly speculate that perhaps among the pedestrians walking upright on two legs around them, there is one who is a mermaid in disguise.

From this perspective, the rumors did not appear out of thin air.

At least in the case of Molly, except for the fact that tears can turn into pearls, which he has not personally confirmed, everything else is consistent with the rumors.

In other words, other people must have seen mermaids and studied them, otherwise where did these rumors come from?

Among the manuscripts left by alchemists collected in the Royal Library, many of the materials needed for alchemy include mermaid teeth, nails and scales.

I heard that mermaids' hunting ability is at the top of the food chain in the ocean, and they can prey on prey that is many times larger than their bodies.

They have strong and powerful fish tails, sharp claws and teeth.

The prey they target will have no chance of escape.

It is also said that mermaids have strong digestive abilities, and fish that would be poisonous to humans can become their meals.

Reg lowered his eyes, his green eyes full of inquiry.

It was the warm candlelight, but it made Reg's face look fierce.

Molly became wary.

What is this arrogant and cruel man planning?

"Little mermaid, have you not tasted the delicious wine of us humans?"

Reg used a little force to clamp Molly's chin, pressed the edge of the wine glass in his hand against Molly's lower lip, and poured the wine into Molly's mouth.

Molly's fish tail swung violently, and the sea water splashed on Reg's clothes and pants.

"What are you twisting? This is gin, worth a fortune. My sailors can't even get it if they want it."

Molly poured half a glass of wine into her stomach.

A lot of wine that he couldn't swallow in time choked into his breathing tube, forcing him to cough tremblingly.

Molly bared her teeth and grabbed Reg's wrist with her left hand.

Her nails grew a little longer and dug deep into the flesh of Reg's hand.

The deeper she pinched, the harder Reg squeezed her.

Reg's green eyes shone with a fierce light.

"Just catch it."

Reg's voice was low, and the alcohol seemed to make him more excited than usual.

Even though his arm was stinging, he didn't even frown. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled without any smile.

"I want to see whether you tear my hand apart first or I crush your jaw!"

He was so good to this damn fish! He fed it well and gave it fresh water every day, but it still remained wild!

It really deserves to be taught a lesson!

Let it know who is its master now!

Molly frowned, and her eyes revealed the unique aggressive look of a sea beast.

With a grab of his hand and a lift of the fish's tail, the tall and strong Reg was brought into the water tank.

Reg slid to the bottom of the tank, the salty sea water poured into his ears and nose, and his body subconsciously held his breath.

Because her hands were handcuffed, Molly couldn't turn around, so she pressed her left hand tightly against the side of Reg's neck to prevent him from surfacing to breathe.

Reg sank into the water, his sight completely occupied by the long floating golden hair.

As her long hair floated away in the water, Molly's cold, white and charming face was revealed.

The fins on the tips of the ears flared, the mineral blue eyes seemed to contain whirlpools from the deep sea, and the lips were plump and rosy, making people ignore the exposed fangs.

The mermaid on the hunt is somewhat similar to the siren.

After being lost for a few moments, Reg reacted, grabbed the edge of the water tank with one hand, and held Molly's wet arm with the other hand, touching the soft scales on her skin.

In the water, Molly is no match for Reg's strength.

But underwater, the mermaid's strength can tear the body of the prey into pieces.

Molly wanted to drown Reg, but one of her hands was handcuffed, so she could only use her left arm and her tail to suppress him.

Reg has been dealing with the ocean for many years and is not a pushover.

His left hand tightly grasped the edge of the water tank, his right hand wrapped around Molly's waist, and his legs wrapped around her tail.

The two men were entangled tightly together, and the water in the water tank leaked out in large amounts.

No one wants to suffer a loss or be at a disadvantage.

Molly made a fatal move, and Reg's desire to survive also made him burst out with tremendous strength.

The movements of both men were quite large, and soon the glass water tank was broken by the two people who were entangled with each other.

The noise soon woke up the sailors who were resting in the cabin on the first floor.

Mark shouted from the first floor, "Sir! Sir! What happened?"

...

The captain's bedroom on the second floor was a mess.

Glass shattered and seawater washed onto the deck outside.

Most of the water leaking from the room was quickly absorbed by the thick carpet nearby.

Both men fell to the floor.

Without the support of the sea water, Molly's hands were pulled straight by the handcuffs, and her tail slapped the floor weakly, and soon turned into legs, curled up at the head of the bed.

Reg propped himself up from the floor with his arms, staring fiercely at Molly, and soon a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was soaked, his hair and clothes stuck to his body, and his full chest rose and fell.

"Out of control."

Reg slowly stood up, kicked away the broken glass at his feet, walked over to Molly and squatted down.

"It's hard to say underwater, but on the boat, you can't kill me."

...

In the first-floor cabin, seawater seeped through the gaps in the wooden boards and dripped onto the resting sailors.

"God! What is this!?"

"Oh my God! There's a leak! There's a leak upstairs!"

"It's the captain's bedroom!"

"My bedding!"

"Stop whining! Someone go up and take a look! What happened?"

Mark was standing at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor, hesitating whether to go up.

But soon, Mark heard the captain roar: "Mark! Bring people up to clean up!"

Fortunately, I prepared for a rainy day and bought a few extra water tanks.

Soon Mark brought people up to clean the bedroom, swept away the glass, mopped the carpet, wiped the sea water off the floor, and replaced the water tank with a new one.

The sailors who came in only saw a piece of cloth wrapped in a quilt on the bed.

Reg stood by and supervised the work.

It took me until the second half of the night to finally restore the bedroom to its original state.

The exhausted sailors returned to their cabins and fell asleep.

Reg closed the bedroom door and looked at the quiet group on the bed.

It was so ferocious just now, but as expected, it became a fish on the chopping board after being out of the sea water.

Reg ignored it, took off his wet clothes and threw them aside, then put on a clean shirt.

He had just removed the handcuffs in order to allow someone to clean the bedroom.

Now, he needs to tie this disobedient fish to the head of the bed again.

Reg lifted the quilt wrapped around Molly, only to find that the mermaid, who had been ferocious and full of energy just now, was now curled up in the quilt with her eyes closed, brows furrowed, and a flushed face.