Those fish scales are shining with gleaming white light. Although the light is not very obvious, it is enough for people to see clearly.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Nan Ci breathed softly subconsciously.
"Zhou Ziyang, when did this happen to her?" Nan Ci asked softly.
"Just now." Zhou Ziyang answered quickly, "I never dared to close my eyes, and I kept staring at her without blinking.
There have been no problems before.
But just now, I don’t know what happened, but it suddenly became like this. What happened? Could it be poisoning?
Those fish are all mutated, and there may be toxins in their bodies. Qian Qian looks like this, is he really poisoned?"
Listening to Zhou Ziyang's inquiry, Nan Ci was unable to give an answer.
In the current situation, people don’t know whether it is better to be poisoned or not poisoned.
If you are poisoned, how to detoxify and where to find the antidote.
Even the redness caused by bad rest for a while has not completely disappeared.
The slender black fingers stroked heavily back and forth under the scales, and the movements seemed quite gentle.
Hearing this, Nan Ci turned around and saw the old Taoist priest standing outside with his back on his back.
Ran Ting has watched very few videos, no movies, and no animations that have nothing to do with mermaids.
Don’t you think that after a good night’s sleep, you felt like you were reborn?”
Your eyes are white and clear, but very small, making it difficult for people to ignore them, but they dare to look directly at them.
Zhou Ziyang laughed, and moved his body while laughing, "Nan Ci, don't touch him like that, it's too itchy."
At that time, Zhou Ziyang's fingers had not yet touched the scales.
Almost subconsciously, Ran Ting grinned, "What is he thinking? Why are you afraid of him?"
But Nan Ci didn't care, but walked slowly to the bed.
Nan Ci used spiritual spring water to clean Mu Qianqian's wounds before, and also gave her so much spiritual spring water to drink.
It can’t be... it’s mutated, right?
While speaking, Zhou Ziyang had not yet sat up, raised his hands above his head, and stretched a little.
As he spoke, Nan Ci bent down and stretched out his hand, covering Zhou Ziyang's belly with his palm.
The two were laughing when the old Taoist priest Younai's voice came over.
The most important thing is whether Zhou Ziyang is wearing any clothes at this time.
Eight people just stared at Zhou Ziyang under the bed, daring to touch you, dare to leave, and even dare to blink.
Zhou Ziyang was originally waiting for Nan Ci to speak, but after waiting for a while, he still saw Nan Ci saying nothing, and saw Nan Ci staring directly at his lower body, and he suddenly became more confused.
At that moment, various conjectures appeared in Nan Ci's mind.
Zhou Ziyang raised his head and stared down at him for a while, his face full of disbelief.
Nan Ci stared at Zhou Ziyang and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter what I'm wearing. Wait, Qianqian, let's see what his legs look like now."
Your lower body is small and covered with silver-white fish scales.
At this moment when he was on top, Zhou Ziyang was completely stunned on the spot.
"Nan Ci, he..."
Ran Tingcheng has not yet fully opened her eyes, her eyes are clear and her expression is full of energy.
Because the distance was so close, Nan Ci could even vaguely see his own reflection in Zhou Ziyang's eyes.
As soon as this idea appeared in Nan Ci's mind, Nan Ci was startled, and his face became even paler.
Nan Ci stared at Ran Tingcheng with blinking eyes. A moment ago, he saw Zhou Ziyang suddenly laughing, and his eyes curled up when he laughed.
At this time, Ran Tingcheng lowered her head high. Nan Ci saw the expression on your face and dared to make up his mind.
But if this is not poisoning, then what is it?
I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, something safer will happen again.
As you moved, the bones under your body made a crackling sound.
Looking at Zhou Ziyang's movements, Nan Ci clenched his hands subconsciously.
Just like what Zhou Ziyang said, the silver scales look shiny and sharp, but they are very rough and soft to the touch. The touch is very similar to skin, not like worn silk. p>
Seeing Zhou Ziyang's reaction, Nan Ci also laughed.
Of course it is impossible for Zhou Ziyang and the old Taoist priest to think of things that Nan Ci can relate to.
Of course, that's not the most important thing.
"Ran Ting, what has he been staring at you for? What happened underneath you?"
Just standing there, not even feeling the passage of time.
While speaking, Ran Tingcheng raised her head and looked at her body.
"Nan Ci, he touched it slowly, the scales are soft!"
But no matter what kind of video it is, the scales of the mermaid outside are better than those of Zhou Ziyang at this time.
The faces of the two of them were much less bad than Nan Ci.
Ran Tingcheng's voice became louder and more cautious, and her eyes became wet.
"Qianqian, what does he think?"
But now, as you sit up and stretch, the sheet covering you has already slid up and fallen to your waist and abdomen, exposing your entire lower body.
In the reflection of the overhead lights, the fish scales sparkled with Zhou Ziyang's movements.
These pieces of silver fish scales are attached to Zhou Ziyang's skin, spreading upward from his chest to his waist and abdomen.
Nan Ci often sees that kind of look outside the Seven Cats.
"Ran Ting, why is he staring at you like that? What are you doing!
Nan Ci wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, every word came out.
Seeing that scene, Nan Ci's breathing was not stagnant.
Ran Ting looked up at Zhou Ziyang's lower body.
When you were lying down just now, there was a sheet covering you, but it didn't matter.
After a long while, you touched the scales under your body with trembling hands.
"Is he afraid of you?"
Also knowing how much time had passed, Zhou Ziyang's eyelids suddenly moved, and he opened his eyes hastily at the last moment.
It felt so bad that Nan Ci subconsciously touched it again and again.
Nan Ci could not vaguely see that Zhou Ziyang's face was full of smiles, accompanied by surprises.
Probably because he hadn't waited for Ran Ting's response for a long time, the smile on Zhou Ziyang's face gradually disappeared.
"You said what happened to the two of them? You have nothing to say. Can you put your clothes on before we talk? Are you going to stand there with your back on your back for a long time?"
If you are still poisoned, is there anything else in this world that can detoxify you?
The silver scales and the fair-skinned neck and clavicle complement each other. It really needs low light. Every inch is low light.
Mu Qianqian is Zhou Ziyang's girlfriend, but she has not turned around, but the expression on her face is very small at this time.
When Zhou Ziyang's voice sounded, you also raised your head and looked at Nan Ci.
Probably at the moment Ran Tingcheng stood up, the old Taoist priest had not turned around yet.