The Fallen Merman - Chap 113

Lan Bo slightly tilted his head to look at him, Bai Chunian lowered his head and licked his shoulder with his tongue. The barbs on the tongue passed through the exposed skin in the gap between the bandages, and it felt like a shark rubbing against his body lightly, a little painful.

Alpha soon became dissatisfied with the less intimate position of the shoulder, and instead licked his jaw and cheek, clinging like a big domestic cat.

I don’t know where Bai Chunian’s coat draped over his shoulders fell, and he only wore a black vest.

Rimbaud lowered his eyes to stare at his arm lines that were not exaggerated, but were so beautiful that one could not help but stiffen up. Because the skin had a cool white tone, the places with rich blood vessels often turned red, especially the eyelids and knuckles.

Rimbaud counted the marks on his body, covering half of his neck and chest muscles and the blue fish pattern on his shoulders, the jerky Rimbaud’s name written on the lower abdomen, his ribs and a corner of his heart hanging on his ears, and Bai Chunian’s entire body. They are all covered with the marks he left, and each trace carries the faint scent of white thorn rose pheromone.

“What’s missing here.” Rimbaud said, supporting his forearm.

“What’s missing?” Bai Chunian spread his palms in front of him without any defense.

Rimbaud stretched out his sharp fingernails and smoothly carved a line of mermaid words on the inner skin of his forearm.

He carved very smoothly, which is different from the characters carved in the incubation period or the maturation period catalyzed by the ac accelerator. The incision has a faint blue color. The wound healed quickly, but the color did not disappear.

“What does this mean?” Still a little painful, Bai Chunian bit his lip, revealing half of his teeth.

Rimbaud pointed to each merman word for him to translate: “Rimbert’s kitten.”

“Why not write siren”

“All the leaders of the sea clan are called siren, only I am called Rimbaud, I am very special.”

“I like it.” Bai Chunian clenched his fists, his forearm muscles varicose with his movements, “It’s very suitable for a super mammoth like me.”

“But Rimbaud was actually named after the French poet.” Bai Chunian grabbed Rimbaud’s hand, pressed his fingernails and drew a blue, thumb-nail-sized Jane in front of the line. Stroke the manta ray and blew, “This is special enough.”

“Yeah.” Rimbaud lowered his head and rubbed the small pattern with his fingertips, fascinatedly admiring it.

He heard Bai Chunian call him, and as soon as he raised his head, his lips were caught.

The sound insulation of the cabin is very poor. From the room, you can hear the voices of Lu Yan and the others next door. Lan Bo was pushed to the wall and made a muffled noise. The chatting next door stopped immediately, he must be thinking about him. The movement here.

This kiss was very light and slow. Bai Chunian took a breath on his lower lip, licked his fangs, and closed his eyes to enjoy the kiss.

Hearing that kissing people with their eyes closed love more than those with their eyes open, Rimbaud closed his eyes too.

Bai Chunian kissed his jaw and neck, and the flexible tip of his tongue hooked the bandage around his neck.

The bandage wrapped around his neck loosened, revealing a section of skin below the Adam’s apple. It was slightly different from the unbandaged Rimbaud he saw last time. There was a row of tiny blue crosses arranged in a straight line at his throat. There were four in total. The first four are crosses and the last is a slash.

“What is this.” Bai Chunian stopped and touched Lan Bo’s slender neck, “I haven’t seen it last time.”

Rimbaud raised his hand, and the pointed armor landed on the last slash, drawing a small path in the other direction, now five blue crosses.

“I only did it yesterday.” Rimbaud raised his neck and pointed to the pattern under his Adam’s apple, “The number of times we kissed.” He also gradually began to want to do something to please Xiaobai, even though it was not in line with his status.

Bai Chunian fell silent, and gently rubbed the small forks arranged in vertical lines, his fingertips trembling.

“I like this, I like it very much.” Bai Chunian suddenly held him excitedly, licked the cross on his neck, and went wild with joy, “You are so cool.”

It was cold at night at sea, and the room was filled with dampness. Rimbaud’s body temperature was still very low. After staying with him for a long time, a small layer of goosebumps appeared on Alpha’s skin.

Rimbaud has also experienced warmth, and his whole body relaxed when migrating across the warm Atlantic current, but even that temperature is still very low for Xiao Bai, it would be nice if hugging him could make him feel warm.

Bai Chunian buried his face in his neck and sucked, rubbing against his neck, as if he didn’t care about the chill coming from him.

So cute. Rimbaud looked down at him nestled beside him, and felt that the queen didn’t need to be virtuous, and he suggested that everything should satisfy him.

“Do you want anything?” Rimbaud rubbed his hair, “I’ll get it for you.”

Bai Chunian closed his eyes and answered half-jokingly, “If murder is not illegal, I hope the world’s population will be cut in half.”

“Of course you can, we’ll do it tomorrow.”

Bai Chunian: “Ah, no, I just feel refreshed in my heart, I can’t do that.”

Rimbaud disappointed: “Okay.”

Bai Chunian: “Didn’t you do that either?”

“I don’t do it because you don’t like it, not because I don’t like it.” Rimbaud tidied up the rolled edge of the bandage on his left eye for him. “Otherwise, just rush this, and I can kill them a hundred times.”

“Don’t, it’s so cute, how come Xiao O shouts and kills every day.” Bai Chunian rubbed his face in his hands, and then slapped him very loudly on his forehead.

“I have to know what they’re doing with the clones of me.”

Rimbaud frowned: “What crooked plan are you thinking about?”

“Oh, how can you call it a crooked plan about the secret agent.” Bai Chunian sat cross-legged leisurely, with both hands clenched and stretched out in front of Lan Bo, “You pick one, there are good things in it.”

“Good stuff.” Rimbaud looked at the two hands seriously, trying to find clues from the gap, and hesitantly chose the left hand.

Bai Chunian opened his hand, and a layer of pink lion paw pads floated in his palm.

“randi.” Rimbaud stared straight at him, suddenly lowered his head and stuck his face on it, sucking.

In the next room, Bi Lanxing leaned against the window and stared at the deck in a trance. The vines grew and twisted into a slowly shaking hammock. Lu Yan slept in a small ball inside, wearing Bi Lanxing’s coat.

After Han Xingqian checked Xiao Xun to see if the bones in other parts were damaged, he looked back and found that the sickle left by Bai Chunian was lying on the ground.

It looked like the surface was very hard, but when I reached out a pencil and touched its handle, the seemingly hard surface trembled like water ripples.

He took the pencil back, and nothing got on his fingers. He tried to hold the long handle with his hand and gently lift it, and found that his fingers passed through the water-like interior without any problems.

Then the long sickle suddenly turned into a pool of blood, which quickly evaporated on the ground, leaving no trace.

“A weapon that is not made of any metal material,” Han Xingqian wrote in his notepad. “Only two glands in a driving relationship can be used together and are extremely powerful.”

After the mission was completed, they returned to Aphid City. Lu Yan, Bi Lanxing, and Xiao Xun returned to the Aphid Island Special Training Base to continue their training. Lan Bo had nothing to do and was too lazy to go out. He stayed at home and watched TV, and he could understand it when he reached maturity. There are more programs, and life on land has become more interesting.

Witch hazel’s mummy and gun were sent to the Union Medical Society, and a targeted research team formed by experts to analyze the glands on the mummy and firearm magazines.

The spider silk of the witch hazel has a fresh-keeping effect. Before coming up with a mature inspection plan, experts did not dare to rashly peel off the outer cocoon of the mummy.

Han Xingqian has also been staying up late to investigate materials these days, and made a cup of coffee to refresh himself when he went to work in the morning.

Someone pushed in without knocking on the door. Han Xingqian was leaning on the back of his chair and rubbing his brows. When Bai Chunian came in, he asked, “Your inspection report has been handed in.”

Bai Chunian put in his pocket: “I handed it in. I wrote several stacks of manuscript paper, and typed it into the computer word by word, more than 30,000 words.”

“Okay, when the materials are sorted out, they should be distributed to our medical society first.” Han Xingqian cleaned up the table full of messy materials, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, “Aren’t you cold in wearing a half-sleeve t-shirt this season?”

“It’s not cold, our young people are all fired up.” Bai Chunian leaned over and approached him, “Brother Han, can I give you a merman language for popular science?”

Han Xingqian thought he found some new clues by finding a new way to save the country, so he listened intently.

Bai Chunian stretched out his forearm, showed him a line of mermaid characters tattooed on the inside, and pointed to the translation of each word.

Then he was kicked out of the clinic.

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