I Have Eight Tails To Fall In Love With You

7

Chapter 7

    Clarence originally planned to act according to the sea witch's plan, but when he was drifting in the sea, he suddenly thought of another possibility.

    Since this group of humans wanted to catch mermaids, why didn't he make bait himself?

    The octopus mermaid is also a mermaid, and it is rarer and more precious than ordinary mermaids. This group of humans will happily bring him ashore and put him up for auction with those ordinary mermaids.

    This is much more efficient and saves a lot of time than pretending to be a human.

    After Clarence figured it out, he turned the awkward human legs back.

    The eight tentacles stretched out in the sea, drifting with the ups and downs of the waves, comfortable and comfortable, and the messy and disordered thoughts in his brain were also swept away. Carat sighed, feeling extremely peaceful.

    How to appear at the right time and at the right time has become a problem that needs to be pondered.

    Clarence swam around the island twice and chose a sparsely populated place to log in.

    The tentacles squirmed on the beach, pressing out strange-shaped footprints, and was washed by the waves to restore calm. No human knew that there was an octopus mermaid on the island.

    Carat decided to disguise himself as an aborigine. He took local materials and picked many clean broad leaves. In the island forest not far from humans, he built a nest of soft broad leaves and broke off many thick branches. With flexible vines, a simple canopy was built.

    At this time, the advantage of the eight tentacles became apparent. In just ten minutes, he made a nest and lay down comfortably in it.

    The next step is to wait.

    The tranquility of Clarence is in stark contrast to the humans on the other side.

    In the middle of the night, the dark clouds made the sky a bit more heavy. The storm had not subsided yet, and the bean-heavy rain washed the wooden planks of the bottom of the ship. human calf.

    The sloping sails were also full of rainwater, flowing down the ropes of the mast, and the shivering crew was crowded under the sunken sails.

    These crew members have been wandering on the sea with the ship for a long time, but they don’t have their own rooms. They usually sleep on the deck at night when it doesn’t rain, and sleep during the day when it rains and are busy resisting the storm. , they had to make do with sheltering from the rain under the sails, leaning together to keep warm and sleep.

    In contrast, the magicians were much luckier. Each of them had their own room, and the superstructure of the ship was not damaged. Although the hull leaned against the beach, they still had an independent and airtight space. Adjust your posture, sleep obliquely in the room, and then cast a practical little magic to make yourself feel better.

    Fighting against the storm consumes too much energy, most magicians are exhausted and fall into a sweet sleep, only a few magicians can't sleep, such as Aris.

    Holding a black umbrella, Alishi stood beside the hole in the bilge, his fingers lightly swept over the irregular broken marks, his brows were deeply frowned, and his expression was gloomy.

    His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his dark blue eyes were fixed on the edge of the hole, as if thinking of a reasonable reason.

    Like other magicians, Aristotle was exhausted, but thinking of the hole in front of him made him restless and unable to sleep.