Lord, the black lotus kills the protagonist again! The knife I handed over

The system's data was almost frozen due to Yu Lanxi's questions.

It remembers the answer.

It’s just that outrageous answer that’s a little hard to say.

"Drowned." Yu Lanxi said, "A mermaid fell into the water and drowned."

Is there anything more ironic in the world than this?

[I don’t know which idiot wrote this script! ]

[Why is this happening…]

System Zero Zero Zero also became angry.

"Do you eat fish?" Ding Yan took the takeaway into the bathroom.

"Eat." Yu Lanxi replied, her hand still unconsciously touching the place where the scales were missing.

Ding Yan said sympathetically: "How come a scale is missing? It must have been very painful at the time."

This might be as painful as having a human nail pulled out.

Yu Lanxi's eyes were a little dazed, and the scene of the original owner peeling off the scales himself flashed through her mind.

The scales were flipped over by the sharp nails, blood immediately gushed out, and the original owner cried out in pain.

"It hurt then, but it doesn't hurt now." Yu Lanxi said, "It seems like I took it off myself. I forgot why."

But I could clearly feel the feeling when the scales were being pulled out - willingly.

"Let's eat something first." Ding Yan set the table and sat in the bathroom to eat with Yu Lanxi.

The grilled fish was delicious and the mermaids were experts at eating fish. Yu Lanxi grabbed the fish with both hands and ate it quickly, leaving behind only the neatly trimmed fish bones.

Ding Yan found him cute when he saw him eating fish, and curled his lips in a good mood.

But soon, I started to feel worried again.

"If you keep your fish tail, will you have to sleep in the bathtub? Will you catch a cold?" Ding Yan said, "Should I buy a big fish tank? Adjust the water temperature for you? Should I airlift some seawater over for you to choose from?"

Mermaids are legendary creatures, and there is no book like "The Complete Guide to Raising Mermaids" to refer to. Ding Yan can only think about it in as much detail as possible so that Yu Lanxi can live comfortably.

"A bathtub is enough." Yu Lanxi said, "If I take my time, I can return to human form."

"Okay, I'll buy a new bathtub." Ding Yan planned to buy a bigger bathtub.

Yu Lanxi propped her chin with her hand and said, "Let me sing a song for you."

Ding Yan was excited: "I want to listen, very much."

His little mermaid had promised to sing for him.

Yu Lanxi began to hum softly, and the mermaid clan's natural talent in singing was fully utilized.

The clear and lively voice echoed in the bathroom.

Even though Ding Yan didn't understand the language he was singing, he felt calm inside, as if he was in a quiet paradise.

System Zero Zero closed his eyes in enjoyment.

【A heavenly sound...】

[The host is right, Zhang Zhihua’s singing is just not good]

"This is a ballad passed down by the mermaid clan." Yu Lanxi said.

For the original owner, this song should be the voice of his hometown, so it is particularly impressive.

So much so that the moment Yu Lanxi turned into a mermaid, she knew how to sing this song.

"You are the best singer in the world, and this is the best song I have ever heard." Ding Yan said sincerely.

Yu Lanxi curled her lips and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The legs quickly changed from a mermaid's tail to human legs.

Ding Yan took a look and his ears turned slightly red.

"I'll get you some clothes." Ding Yan brought over pajamas and a bath towel.

Yu Lanxi stretched out her wet hands to Ding Yan: "I just turned back, and my legs are a little weak."

Ding Yan pulled him up, wrapped him in a bath towel, and held him in his arms.

Yu Lanxi leaned into his arms and let Ding Yan wipe her hair comfortably.

"I'm going to participate in the variety show "Who is the King of Singers"."

"Go ahead." Ding Yan said, "It seems that this program has already started? Can I help you find a connection to get on board?"

Although Ding Yan has no habit of following variety shows, the first season of "Who is the King of Singers" with Mu Yuansu's participation was really popular.

It was so popular that even if Ding Yan didn't participate, he could still hear people around him discussing it.

In addition to the first-time participating singers, "Who is the King of Singers" will also have other strong singers joining in the challenge.

With Yu Lanxi's strength, if the program crew knew of his existence, they would only beg him to go on stage.

"No need, I can do it myself." Yu Lanxi said.

Seeing that he already had a plan, Ding Yan did not intervene rashly.

From the first time they met, he knew that the young man was very resilient, but his looks were rather deceptive, with sharp fangs hidden beneath his docile and handsome exterior.

Seeing that his hair was almost dried, Ding Yan wanted to pick up his pajamas.

Yu Lanxi held his hand and said with a smile: "Someone in the club jokingly calls you a perpetual motion machine because of your high energy and strong offensive momentum when punching."

"Hmm?" Ding Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I want to try."

Having just transformed back into a human from a mermaid, Yu Lanxi's skin is whiter than usual.

The hot kiss turned the cold white snow into a crimson color.

Ding Yan kissed the corners of Yu Lanxi's eyes, and the warm tears condensed into pearls.

"Baby, you're bleeding pearls."

He looked at Yu Lanxi with burning eyes. The young man was like the only red blooming in the snow, dazzling to the point of being deadly.

"Only when emotions reach their extreme will pearls fall..."

"Will it be harmful to your body?" There was a combination of restraint and indulgence in Ding Yan's eyes, and the two thoughts were pulling at each other.

"No harm, no benefit."

Yu Lanxi didn’t know what would happen if other mermaids dropped their pearls.

He only knew that Ding Yan's passionate love was a great energy that could soothe his emotions and give him strength.

He needs this person.

Pearls rolled down the bed, colliding with each other like pearls falling on a plate.

The sun kissed the white snow, and the rising temperature melted the snow into water little by little.

The guest room was specially tidied up, but no one visited it, so it was of no use.

When Yu Lanxi woke up, she reached around but didn't touch anyone.

I only felt the residual warmth.

He yawned lazily and sat up slowly.

He is afraid of waking you up

[Answering a lawyer’s call outside]

"So many pearls?"

Yu Lanxi saw a glass bottle on the bedside table, which was filled with pearls.

When he shook the bottle, the pearls in the bottle made a rustling sound, which sounded very pleasant.

After opening the bottle cork and pinching a pearl, Yu Lanxi admired it and said, "It's of very good quality."

[Maybe it’s because I’m very happy when I shed tears]

[Some pearls rolled under the table and got covered in dust. Your man picked them up one by one and cleaned them.]

"Awake?" Ding Yan walked in wearing an apron.

The extremely aggressive and cold aura, influenced by the home apron, shows the tenderness of the tough guy.

"Just woke up...the bottle is almost full." Yu Lanxi shook the bottle, and the pearls inside collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.

"I bought a new one." Ding Yan showed him the purchase record.

Yu Lanxi looked at the bottles, each one bigger than the last: ...

Some of these bottles can hold a me!

Is this reasonable?

Ding Yan: "I made seafood porridge with the seafood that was just airlifted in. You can get up and have some."

"You're so fast."

Yu Lanxi was very gracious and enjoyed two large bowls of seafood porridge prepared by Ding Yan.

The doorbell rang, Ding Yan went to open the door, and soon came back with a guitar.

"You said you wanted a guitar last night." Ding Yan said, "Take a look and see if you like it?"

Yu Lanxi smiled brightly.

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that in that state, Ding Yan still remembered every word he said and executed it quickly.

"I like it. How could I not like it?"

He held the guitar and tested the sound.

Ding Yan was extremely satisfied. The person he loved lived in his house, ate the breakfast he cooked, and played the guitar he gave her.

But this sense of satisfaction soon turned into some dissatisfaction because Yu Lanxi was too focused on the guitar.

Yu Lanxi sat cross-legged on the carpet, occasionally playing the guitar and occasionally stopping to write in a notebook.

"What are you writing?" Ding Yan asked.