Desharow Merman (COMPLETED)

Chapter 67

Agares was indeed very familiar with the underground waterways of Venice.

    With my back on his back, he walked freely in this labyrinthine dark world, facing every turn and fork without hesitation, like a blind fish born from an underground sewer. From this, it can be imagined that he often comes and goes here, using this place as his secret passage to hide his mutated and unstable body shape.

    As I was walking ups and downs, I stared at the backs of his gradually fully formed ears. The inertial thinking of "Desaro" jumped out from the disguise of "Delter", and I couldn't stop thinking about whether he was How did you change your physical characteristics: through spontaneous transformation of your genetic structure from the inside out? Or was it some kind of chemical reagent he happened to get from those wrecks of the Nazi ship, and used it to achieve mutation? The former and the latter are unbelievable things in the field of biology today, but on an alien creature like Agares, it seems that nothing is impossible to be realized, and nothing is impossible. He can't do it.

    I tried to make a reasonable analysis with the theories I had learned, but I couldn't make a reasonable conclusion, so my thinking turned back to the real problem and pondered.

    Regarding Agares' experience in the past two years, the most reasonable guess is that he has been dormant here since he learned that the spores were taken away from the Nazi shipwreck by Korov and traded to the Mafia.

    With his high IQ and the inherent lethality of a mermaid, it is not difficult to gain their approval in this dire situation controlled by the Mafia. As "Killer Roy", he reasonably integrated into the mafia, and worked for them to gain trust, so that he could destroy the deal between the mafia and the "German company" they called in the future, and take back all the mermaid spores.     As for the so-called lover, as long as you think about the fact that Agares cannot expose the lower body in front of others, you can judge that this is nonsense. the ballad.     Oh, and who doesn't love a story about a beautiful young godmother and her handsome killer knight?     Damn it, I'm not interested anyway. It's boring.

    I secretly slandered, and I couldn't help but recall the way Liciardi looked at him in my mind. I couldn't help but rolled my eyes, and unconsciously hugged the slender and powerful neck between the thick hair of Agares, like a cat. on his broad back. And this huge piece of sashimi lifted my body a little bit so that I could lie more comfortably.

    I rested my head on his spine, thinking that this also explains why he didn't come to me: he was meticulously implementing his plan to get back the merman spores. So, apparently he hadn't had the time to think about my whereabouts for the past two years, so I almost thought he had disappeared altogether.

    Sniffing his nostrils, he deeply grasped the strange fragrance emanating from behind his ears into his chest cavity. The sense of loss that had been suppressed in his heart just now filled his pleura, and his internal organs were as sour as if he drank a whole bottle. Broken blueberry jam. I silently twitched the corners of my mouth and analyzed it with a wry smile. Maybe to be honest, if I think about it carefully, my importance to Agares is nothing more than one of the scattered sporozoites. He protects me and looks for me, maybe in the final analysis, it is because I have his DNA in my body, which is equivalent to a descendant of him (Of course, if you look at it in combination with the actual situation, I may be the most troublesome and catch him off guard one).

    Desaro, you have little reason to be dissatisfied, do you?

    This is the nature and mission of being a mermaid leader, just like the king of any ethnic group in this world.

    Uh, damn it, did I think too far...

    "Desaro..." Agares suddenly made a sound, pulling me back from my thoughts of rushing from Venice to Africa. He tilted his head slightly, with his ear on the bridge of my nose, "What are you thinking?" "