After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

Immediately afterwards, he heard the waiter sternly say: "A mere mermaid swallowed a bear's heart, and a leopard is so daring, how dare he look directly at Tianyan?"

He immediately bowed his head, and at the same time his heart was chilled, his body stiffened on the ground, this tyrant may be thinking about the punishment imposed on him, or he may be hesitating where to speak.

The tyrant spent uncountable manpower and material resources, and offered huge rewards to able men and strangers to capture the sharks, because he listened to the eunuch's slander and believed that eating shark meat would surely lead to immortality.

As an emperor, especially a tyrant, he naturally hoped that he could live forever, enjoy the supreme imperial power forever, and be rich and wealthy.

In the storybook, the young shark is first cut off by the tyrant to eat the soft meat, and then separated from the flesh and bones. The bones are boiled into soup, and the meat is put into vegetables to make the best use of it.

But he is not sure whether shark meat can make the tyrant immortal, because the years of tyranny/rule have turned the obedient people into mobs, leading to uprisings. The sword was like a mayfly shaking a tree. In the end, he was seriously injured and lost to the enemy. He was beheaded by the leader of the rebel army. The blood was sprinkled on the throne. The corpse fell limp and his head fell to the ground.

He must try his best to keep himself from being eaten by the tyrant. If the shark meat really makes the tyrant immortal, if the story is different and the uprising fails, the tyrant will harm countless innocent creatures.

Those who are cruel and innocent like this tyrant should go to the [-]th level of hell earlier, and they will live forever and never be reborn.

It's a pity that he is currently unarmed. It would be a beautiful thing if he could take the life of this tyrant.

For now, the most important thing is that he must live.

Therefore, he had to lower his eyebrows and be pleasing to the eye, pretending to be weak and let him be slaughtered.

The tyrant's gesture of wiping his body became more gentle, and he couldn't help but think of his mother, and his heart was in a trance.

He hurriedly put away his trance, anxiously waiting for the tyrant's next order.

He just flipped through the story book roughly, so he didn't know what the first thing the tyrant did after he got the baby shark.

Presumably it shouldn't make him feel better.

Since he was born, he has been trapped in a corner, accompanied by soup and medicine, and has never experienced any storms.

Even if he has the ambition to assassinate the tyrant, he can't help but be afraid.

Suddenly, his jaw was pinched by the tyrant, and the tyrant exerted a little force, forcing him to look up.

He still lowered his eyes, and the dragon robes worn by the tyrant were filled as far as he could see.

The five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it was lifelike, as if it could jump up from the fine silk and satin and scratch his throat.

Thinking this way, he couldn't help feeling that the five-clawed golden dragon was very ferocious, not like an auspicious beast, but rather a ferocious beast.

The tyrant stroked his lips meanderingly with the pulp of his thumb, neither light nor heavy.

He couldn't figure out the tyrant's mind, and suddenly heard that the tyrant ordered his servant to fetch the balm.

The servant's hands and feet were quick, and after a while, he offered the balm with both hands.

The tyrant dabbed some balm with his forefinger and spread it evenly over his chapped lips.

The balm has a lotus-like fragrance, and the lotus fragrance keeps rushing towards the tip of his nose. The lotus is obviously a noble thing, but the inexplicable ambiguity hits his heart.

In the storybook, the young shark has never been under the tyrant's restraint, nor has the author mentioned that the tyrant is sexually pleasing.

The tyrant should not order him to sleep, not to mention that his lower body is a shark tail, not two feet.

He was not broken, and he didn't want to be violated by a tyrant, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, this breath was barely exhaled, and the tyrant's fingertips actually got into his lips.

He became even more nervous for a moment, but fortunately the tyrant pulled out his fingertips immediately, and then took a brocade handkerchief from the hand of the waiter who was good at observing words and expressions, and wiped his fingers slowly.

He didn't know how to react, so he simply remained silent.

He was belittled by the tyrant just now, but so what, compared with life, it is insignificant, and he is not a woman, so he has no chastity at all.

After the tyrant wiped his fingers, he suddenly said pitifully: "Poor little thing."

mercy?Pitiful?

He was a little surprised, if the tyrant didn't treat him lightly and called him a "little bastard", he really would have thought that the tyrant was not a tyrant.

He thought that the tyrant would not let him go easily, but unexpectedly, the tyrant turned around, stepped straight on the jade steps, sat on the throne, and began to reward him for his merits.

The first-rank official got ten thousand taels of gold and a hundred acres of fertile land, while the two guards got a hundred taels of silver and ten bolts of valuable silk and satin.

The three knelt down to thank him, and he wanted to sneer in the sound of thanking him.

After discussing meritorious deeds and rewarding him, he was carried into a palace, which was magnificent and magnificent, with a pool in the center.

Then, the cage was opened, and two servants lifted him out of the cage.

He struggled instinctively, wanting to escape from the servant and ascend to heaven.

However, his body was as weak as before, and his struggle was of no avail.

One of the servants said indifferently: "You can't wait to be whipped?"

Hearing this, his body trembled subconsciously, he knew that the servant was not threatening him, but was stating the facts.

Right now, he is just a baby shark, he can't even turn his own shark tail into two feet, he can't walk, and he is quite conspicuous, and he can't stay out of the sea for too long, how can he escape?

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

He obediently let the servant put an iron hoop around his waist, and then fixed the iron chain connected to the hoop to the wall of the pool.

It was obviously impossible for him to break free from the hoop and chain, but if he could steal the key, it would be much easier.

He remembered the appearance of the servant who collected the key in his heart, and then sank his whole body into the pool.

Water is sea water, and the palace is located inland, thousands of miles away from the sea, so it must be difficult to obtain so much sea water.

Since the tyrant has spent so much trouble, his safety should be safe in a short time.

He swam in the pool, and his overly tense body finally gradually relaxed.

When he was alive, he couldn't even get out of the bed. On warm and suitable days, he would be carried into the yard by his mother and attendants, lie on the bamboo couch, and soak in the sun.

For him at the time, even daylight was a luxury.

This is his first time swimming, perhaps because his body is that of a mermaid, swimming makes him really happy, even though he is still a fish on an anvil.

But the chain was not long enough for him to swim well.

He was injured, and swimming was very exhausting. Not long after, he had to find a place he liked, lying reclined in the pool and spitting bubbles.

In boredom, he counted the bubbles he spit out.

one, two, three...

Counting, he couldn't help feeling sleepy, and immediately closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he actually found himself in the market.

He has been to the market, although the number of times is very small, but he can be sure that this is the market.

Could it be that he has transmigrated into another script, he is no longer a mermaid?

He lowered his head to see his current appearance, but he couldn't see clearly, as if his body was covered with a thick layer of white mist.

His feet moved forward involuntarily, leading him through the crowd, and settled in front of an iron cage.

The iron cage was dirty and smelly. Inside the iron cage was a young shark, which seemed to be about the size of a mortal child of three or four years old.

The young shark curled up with a dry and cracked body, seaweed-like hair sticking to the body indiscriminately, and its eyes were dead.

He wanted to release the young shark from the iron cage, but before he could reach out his hand, a whip was raised high and hit the young shark heavily.

The whip didn't show mercy, the shark's tail was immediately torn apart, dripping with blood.