Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

The boy gradually approached the object lying on the beach, tightening his grip on the knife in his hand.

He has no magic powers, only brute force. He was injured today while fishing with a boat. If he encounters someone with ill intentions, he can only fight with the knife in his hand.

In Western mythology, mermaids have always been depicted as ferocious.

Especially with such a beautiful mermaid in front of me, in a sense, a mermaid's abilities are related to her appearance; the more beautiful the mermaid, the more ferocious she is.

The mermaid in front of him remained motionless, with only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was still alive.

The azure fish tail was gilded with a silvery sheen by the moonlight, and its long, silver hair, reaching its ventral fins, cascaded down its back, carrying the salty, damp scent of the sea. Its exquisitely beautiful face was so pale it seemed to be transparent, as if it would transform into a little mermaid from a fairy tale at any moment.

When the first rays of sunlight appear, they will turn into bubbles in the sunlight.

With his emerald eyes fixed on the mermaid before him, the boy tensed up, his entire body on high alert. The veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly as he gripped the knife tightly in front of him, as if it were his lifeline.

After waiting for a long time, the mermaid still did not make any move.

The boy breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Looking at the bloodstains beneath the mermaid, he pursed his lips, but still reached out and grabbed the mermaid's arm.

When his warm body touched the cold shell, Gu Yao used a little strength to prop himself up.

He hadn't forgotten that the young fisherman himself was injured.

Even so, the already malnourished and injured boy still found it extremely difficult.

Gu Yao listened to the tired breathing and smelled a faint scent of blood.

he does not like.

I don't like it when this person is injured.

But for now, he could only suppress his displeasure.

In just a short distance, the boy was covered in sweat.

"Oh!"

He tossed the mermaid, who was taller than him, to the ground and sat on the wobbly chair, his legs feeling weak, to examine what he had brought back.

That stunningly beautiful face was finally fully revealed to him.

A hint of amazement flashed in her emerald eyes. Seeing that the mermaid in front of her did not move, she relaxed and carefully examined the face in front of her, clicking her tongue softly.

It is likely that when the gods created things, they gave the best to the merfolk.

Exceptional combat prowess, powerful perception, beautiful appearance, and intelligence comparable to that of a human.

And the mermaid in front of us is probably the best of them all.

The young man sighed softly, looked at the open wound on his shoulder, and forced a bitter smile.

forget it.

He still has the mind to care about others.

They can't even manage themselves.

Gu Yao closed his eyes, listening to the rustling sounds, and the increasingly strong smell of blood filled his nostrils.

They're probably changing the dressing.

The air was filled with the smell of that inferior potion, which was too much for the mermaid, whose senses were sharp.

The boy groaned in pain, and with a pained expression, poured the nearly empty potion in his hand onto the wound. The potion slowly repaired the wound, but it tore at the flesh, causing the boy to cry out in pain.

But her beautiful face seemed to take it all in stride as she expressionlessly wrapped the gauze around the wound on her shoulder.

After treating his own wounds, the boy turned to look at the mermaid who occupied most of his small house. Looking at the few remaining bandages in his hands, he gritted his teeth and wanted to bend down to bandage her wounds.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the wound, which had been bleeding just moments before, was now being automatically repaired by magic.

Extremely fast.

She seems to be several points better than him.

Worry for nothing.

The boy shrugged and put away what he was holding.

He was poor, and this was one of his few possessions.

Gu Yao heard the boy's footsteps heading in the other direction and could only sigh inwardly.

Looks like I'll have to sleep on the floor tonight.

But the boy seemed to remember something, put the things he was holding into the cabinet, and returned to this side.

A slender arm gripped the mermaid's shapely arm and pulled her to the other side.

It was a bathtub he made himself, and the water inside had already cooled down.

He took a deep breath and moved the fish into the bathtub.

After doing all this, the boy was panting heavily.

Seeing the mermaid with most of her tail still dangling out, he felt helpless.

However, there is no better solution at the moment.

What if the fish is dead when he wakes up tomorrow?

After taking a deep look at the mermaid in front of him, the boy turned and walked back to his dilapidated bed.

It was already very late, and he still had to go out to sea to fish tomorrow.

The fishing boats that go out to sea won't wait for him alone.

***

Once the breathing had calmed down, Gu Yao opened his eyes and turned to look at the person sleeping on the bed.

With a slight rise, her beautiful tail fin flicked in the air, and the blue fish tail gradually transformed into human legs.

He walked step by step toward the boy on the bed, stopped by the bedside, and carefully examined the person in front of him.

His platinum blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight streaming through the window. The young man's face, still developing, bore a few fine bloodstains, and his soft lips were slightly dry, perhaps from the rough seas.

Perhaps it was the chilly night wind that made the boy's thin body curl up slightly.

But I still couldn't sleep soundly.

The inferior potion healed very slowly and kept tearing at the skin and flesh of the wound.

Gu Yao frowned, reached out and touched the boy's brow, the magic calming his restless thoughts.

Then they removed the inferior potions and repaired the boy's cracked and festering wounds.

This was the most restful sleep Ryan had ever had since his mother passed away.

My maternal grandmother who did not die.

She did not go to sea with her mother, who never returned.

The bizarre and fantastical dreams were all dispelled by a gentle force, leaving only a comforting power.

Looking at the boy's gentle and harmless face, Gu Yao's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his tense body also relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief.

She continued to use her magic to soothe the boy and heal his wounds.

Gazing at the tranquil moonlight, he was momentarily lost in thought.

Why does this way of handling children seem so familiar?