"You say, miss, what should I do?"

"Put him in the hold, and when you come to shore to unload the cargo, you can be the last unclaimed cargo."

Again, several fishermen and crew agreed to Serra's proposal, who brutally ripped off their nets and dragged the detached merfolk across the deck, their long black tails leaking blood all the way down the damp elm planks.

She stood there soaking wet for a moment, shivering and turning to run back.

Serra also remembers that there was a hospital on the Royal Cruise ship near the D-plint that was far from the cabin.

When she had taken a moment to get there, Rudolph, a freshly wounded crew member, was receiving emergency treatment, two paramedics were disinfecting him, and the only surgeon was interrogating the crew members who had brought him.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, Serra quietly opened the glass case near the door, and took antibacterial drugs and iodophor from inside.

It was too late to get to the hold again.

A large number of wealthy merchants transported valuable goods were displayed in it, and as she walked past one shelf after another, sneezing twice in a row, Serra found the mermaid hidden in the corner.

He curled up sideways in a wooden tub, his hair sticking to his arms and chest, his tail fin nearly a meter wide hanging from the edges, black scales dripping down.

The sound of the waves rolling outside could not be heard in the cargo hold, and Serra cautiously approached him with the medicine in hand.

"Hey."

The face that was obscured by the silver thread immediately turned, revealing an angular jaw, a low roar came out of his throat, and the smooth and smooth dorsal fin thorns stood up, and a fishtail that sank into the water swelled to reveal the equally fried-haired side fin.

The merfolk looked furious, but unfortunately they had tape on their mouths and chains around their necks, and their hands were held in place by thick hemp rope, so they did not pose any threat to Serra.

She just walked over and unscrewed the iodine in her hand and stretched it out in front of him, "You need to disinfect, those nets are dirty." ”

The black tail fin flapped vigorously, making the fragile barrel threaten to crack at any moment.

Not expecting a good response from the merfolk, Serra bent down and carefully wiped the wound on his shoulder with a cotton swab stained with iodine, "It's going to sting a little." ”

With her gentle movements, virgin and medicinal scents bloomed on the tip of the mermaid's nose, and he turned his head away, his light gray eyelashes hanging low.

After not feeling any threat, his fierce eyes gradually softened, and the dorsal and lateral fins, which had been standing upright, were slowly retracted.

Highly focused, Sierra noticed his restraint and exhaled shallowly.

The mermaid's slippery skin felt like a fine piece of silk, and the muscles of its whole body were covered with an indescribable layer of mucous membrane, which was destroyed by the cracked wound.

She meticulously tended to the wound on his shoulder, and her eyes moved to the abdomen, which was soaked in water and connected to his tail.

There was also a cross-cut wound below the mermaid's navel, the flesh rolled up, and the blood continued to ooze.

The wound was large, and Serra assumed it was scraped by a large fish hook on the boat.

She turned her head to speak, and suddenly met a pair of lake-blue eyes that were close at hand, she subconsciously held her breath, and her heart pounded.

He's been staring at her closely?

Serra lowered her eyes and coughed lightly, "Can you sit on her tail a little bit?" ”

He couldn't speak, just stared at her suspiciously.

"Well, you don't understand people."

Serra resigned herself to putting the medicine on the side of the crate, and reached into the barrel with both hands, and her warm little hands pressed against the mermaid's slippery waist, making an upward lifting motion.

"Sit down, I'm ready to take medicine." Serra tilted her whole body into the barrel, and in order to maintain her balance, she sweated hard from the heat of the cold night.

The merfolk finally understood what she meant, and the tail fin hanging outside the barrel retracted, and the majestic tail of the fish entrenched at the bottom of the water rose upward, and the entire upper body came to the surface.

The bloody belly almost hit Serra's face, and the smell of blood hit her nose.

She subconsciously stepped back, just as the hull of the boat encountered a small wave, and the soles of her feet slipped on the waxed floor and fell forward.

"Plop!"

She fell halfway into the barrel, hanging from the hips down, her face gloriously slamming into a scale-wrapped bulge in the merfolk's lower abdomen.

The mermaid's face changed slightly, and her long tail curled, instantly rolling the Serra hanging upside down on the barrel into the barrel.

"Whoa!"

A large amount of water overflowed, and before Serra, who was choked by the water, could resist before her body was lifted out of the water by her slippery tail.

She knelt in the water with her head tilted, cold, slippery scales clinging to her chest through her skirt.

The mermaid with her upper body standing upright slowly leaned down, the chain around her neck limiting the distance he could bend, her long silver hair falling down to her face, tangled with her dark brown hair floating on the water.

"Bang bang bang..."

Fearing that she would be bitten, Serra didn't dare to move, and only her fierce heartbeat could be heard in the quiet cargo hold.

He sniffed something softly on her neck, making her whole body tremble slightly.

After a while, the stout black fishtail let go of her and coiled back to the bottom.

The mermaid didn't hurt her, and even touched her arm with her restrained hand, and pointed to her wet belly, suggesting obviously.

Serra sat on one of his sunken tails, shivered, and realized that she was going to continue on the medicine.

She found a place in the bucket, carefully avoiding the merfolk's side fins and stood up, holding on to the edge of the bucket to get the medicine on the container.

The wound was about a palm's width, and some places were soaked white, and he stretched his hand and gently touched it around his wound, not noticing the mermaid's deeper and deeper pupils, and only said seriously: "You need to stitch it up to this extent, and the medicine won't have much effect." ”

After simply sprinkling antibacterial medicine on the wound and sprinkling a little more into the water, she raised her face and said, "You are holding on all night, and tomorrow I will go find stitches and stitches." ”

He let out a series of muffled grunts from his mouth, leaning forward and leaning over to her, presumably asking her to tear the tape off his mouth.

Sierra wasn't sure if he was really pretending to be docile at the moment, and he didn't dare to tear off the tape rashly to reveal his shark teeth, she wasn't Annahi who had the system and the aura of the heroine, she was more desperate.

"Not yet." Serra shook her head, her hands and feet trying to climb out of the barrel.

Seeing that she was struggling to climb, the mermaid's tail below the hips bent up and made her jump out of it.

He stared at Serra's back, the black sleeveless skirt was completely snug, and the curves of her beautiful body were undoubtedly revealed.

Feeling the gaze from behind, Serra lifted her skirt and wrung out some of the water, sneezed again, turned around and said softly and pitifully: "I have to go back and change my clothes now, if I get sick, it will be troublesome." ”