The answer is self-evident, it must be painful to take blood from the heart every day.

Wen Yao couldn't help but ask the system: "Xiaotong, why didn't you tell me about the curse?" ”

The system is also innocent: "I'm sorry host, this plane doesn't have ordinary merfolk who spend as long with wizards as long, there is no record of this." ”

In other words, the system doesn't know that Wen Yao and Spuran will be contaminated with curses if they stay for a long time.

That's right, too.

"It hurts......" Wen Yao's voice was very soft, not like a question, more like a muttering to herself, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it clearly.

But Spuran could hear it clearly.

He often deals with all kinds of emotions, dark, negative, hopeless, helpless...... These emotions were the best nourishment for his witchcraft.

The girl's mood was clearly low at the moment, but Spuran knew that it was different from the emotions he was familiar with.

Wen Yao's emotions should be classified as "distress" in human mouths, and she is feeling sorry for him.

This realization makes the place covered with scales in the heart warm and soft, like a fire that melts at the bottom of the sea, burning everything warmly.

"It doesn't hurt, I know witchcraft." There had never been a moment when Spuran felt so fortunate about his status as a wizard, and he could use it as an excuse to comfort the girl in front of him.

He patiently explained: "I didn't mention the curse to you before because I didn't want you to worry about fear. ”

These negative emotions that Spelan relied on for survival, he didn't want to appear in the girl.

"Now that she has the Poseidon Grass, Yao will never be affected by the curse again."

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Indeed, as Spuran said, after drinking the potion he had refined with Poseidon Grass, the original drowsiness and fatigue were all gone.

However, Wen Yao still occasionally gets up late.

This is thanks to a certain sea fox spirit.

Spuran likes to wrap his tail around Wen Yao's tail when he sleeps, Wen Yao is still shy at first, but after a long time, he gradually gets used to falling asleep with purple fish tails.

His fishtail is very cold, and the icy cold feels good.

Of course, what Wen Yao didn't know was that the boy was always secretly using witchcraft to raise the temperature of the room, and then enjoyed the girl's unconscious tighter tail tip.

The wizard is greedy, he has been entangled, but he longs to be wrapped tighter, tighter.

On this day, Wen Yao opened her eyes, and what she saw was the enlarged and delicate face of the young man, so close that as long as Wen Yao turned her face slightly, she would touch Spuran's lips.

Even at such a close distance, there was not a single tiny pore visible on Spuran's white face, and Wen Yao thoughtfully thought of a human idiom: blowing a bomb can be broken.

Will it really break?

Wen Yao blew softly into Spuran's face, the fairy tale world is magical, and you can breathe like you can on land at the bottom of the sea.

The young man's eyelashes fluttered, and without the cover of his eyelids, the sparkle in his purple eyes was directly reflected in Wen Yao's eyes.

Caught with one's pants down.

Wen Yao was a little embarrassed, blowing at others without brushing her teeth early in the morning, how strange she thought.

She pulled up the quilt to cover her face, revealing only a blue hair.

In fact, as a race in fairy tales, although the living habits of mermaids are similar to those of humans, their body structure is far more exquisite than that of humans.

Wen Yao's exhalation didn't have any taste, only brought a slight itch to the young man's skin, and Spuran, who pretended to be asleep, couldn't help but laugh.

"Spuran, can I go to the second floor and have a look?" Wen Yao wanted to hide her embarrassment and say something, but suddenly remembered that she had never been to the second floor of the castle.