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The two faces were pieced together from top to bottom, and four hands and four legs were attached to the same body.

If a mentally sound person were to stumble upon this face in the middle of the night...

Most likely they'd lose half their lives.

But Sean yawned lazily.

joke.

He lived in the deep sea for over two hundred years, where the indigenous people mostly grew in any way they pleased—

Blind dates rely entirely on blindness, while finding a partner relies entirely on radiance.

You can find species that are as haphazard or imaginative as possible.

In comparison, this big guy is actually quite symmetrical?

If placed on the seabed, it would definitely be considered to have delicate features and well-proportioned face!

"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?"

As soon as Sean opened his mouth, a long string of bubbles rolled out of the water.

"It has no prestige whatsoever, not even a glowing organ, yet it has the nerve to come out in the middle of the night and act like a ghost."

"Did you even look in the mirror before going out? Your toes are attached to your forehead—is this some kind of performance art?!"

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the two faces through the glass:

"Do you eat from the top or the bottom? Can your digestive system handle this kind of multitasking? Judging from your brainstem deficiencies, your gastrointestinal function probably isn't very good either..."

Although mermaids have no legs, their upper limbs alone convey an extremely rich language.

First, she crossed her arms and shook her head disdainfully, then pointed at the twins outside, and finally held her own head and made a "tsk" gesture with one hand.

He stirred the water in the tank until it shimmered.

The two faces pressed against the glass were frozen in a daze.

To achieve this challenging eye contact, Mikaje rolled her eyes downwards as much as possible, while Delphina strained to roll her eyes upwards, and their gazes finally met at the bridge of their noses.

"sister......"

Mikaje asked, bewildered.

"What did he say?"

"I don't know, maybe... they're insulting us."

After all, that action, coupled with that disdainful expression, could accurately convey that mockery, even across species.

Sean gestured for a long time.

He then discovered that the ugly thing outside couldn't make a sound for a long time and was even making faces at him, which made him even angrier.

Before he met the boss, who was so blind as to put him in the fish tank and provoke him like this?

"Bang, bang bang bang!"

The fish's tail slapped against the glass, making the cylindrical water tank vibrate and hum.

The twins were startled and hurriedly took two steps back, almost tripping over themselves.

"What a fierce fish," Mikaje muttered.

"Get him out of here."

Delphine excitedly stretched out her hand to reach the lid on top of the water tank. "Zhang San said that if we get him out, someone will play with us!"

......

To everyone's surprise, Noah had actually fallen so low that he had to steal even a lighter.

Even more embarrassingly... he didn't have any either.

The three of them stared at each other, next to the mimosa plant where a fresh, dried corpse had just been buried.

Noah, meanwhile, was still staring intently at Renyi with the same expectant look he had when looking at Doraemon.

Okay...

Renyi had no choice but to take out the remaining half box of matches from the system space. The box was printed with a rather old-fashioned, tacky gold anchor.

"That's a separate price."

Noah was about to reach out and take it when the guy opposite him pulled one out and handed it to him.

His gaze lingered on the match for a moment before meeting Ren Yi's matter-of-fact eyes, and he chuckled helplessly.

"No problem."

A match is gently struck on the box—

"Sizzle."

An orange flame flickered in the darkness, igniting the cigar that had been cut and unlit for centuries.

Noah took a deep drag, the embers flickering in the tobacco smoke. After a long while, a faint wisp of smoke finally drifted out of his nose.

"Speaking of which..."

He held the cigar between his fingers, walked slowly around Ren Yi, and stopped behind him.

"Back then, I told you, 'I know what's going on.'"

She turned around casually and asked him with her eyes through the wisps of smoke.

"You should have something I gave away on you."

"I sensed it the first time I saw you."

In the swirling smoke, Noah's face appeared somewhat unreal. "A very familiar...scent of mine. It's a pity my memories are a bit jumbled right now."

He shrugged and spread his hands out in all directions:

"Let me take a look; maybe it can help you."

He tried to glean some clue from those emerald eyes, half-hidden behind the smoke.

pity......

This guy must have astigmatism; his eyes look unfocused and unfocused.

Oh well... it won't hurt me to look.

After weighing the options in her mind, she raised her left hand and showed off the emerald ring on her middle finger.

Noah gently dusted off his cigarette ash and leaned closer to examine it. As he drew nearer, the ring began to glow faintly.

"Oh... this is it."

After a long pause, Noah slowly spoke: "This is the most benevolent deal I've ever made; its terms are very simple."

"Sing a thousand songs, then return it to its rightful owner."

"So, strictly speaking, this isn't a curse at all."

He looked helpless. "Open, fair, and impartial; no deception of the young or old. I can't undo it."

Nathan's lips began to curl upwards uncontrollably.

"but......"

Noah quickly put on a sincere smile, as if afraid someone would get angry.

"The solution is very simple."

"All you have to do is sing those thousand songs and then give the ring back to me."

"puff--"

This time, Nathan really couldn't hold back.

The short burst of laughter was like a pressure cooker suddenly releasing pressure, startling even the mimosa plant that had just finished eating.

Renyi slowly turned his head, looking at him with calm and focused eyes. Nathan's laughter stopped abruptly, and he quickly cleared his throat:

"Um, um... Captain."

"The night is nice. I'll go check out the way down from the rooftop."

After saying that, he slipped away without waiting for Renyi's reply.

They have a strong will to survive.

As he stared at the ring on his middle finger, his mind automatically began to calculate.

An average song is three minutes long, so a thousand songs would be three thousand minutes...

Fifty hours!

Even if he didn't sleep or rest, he would have to sing for more than two days... and that doesn't even take into account that he doesn't know a thousand songs at all!

Even concerts aren't this big!

I noticed that the old friend across from me was acting strangely.

Noah scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly with the thumb of the hand holding the cigar, trying to salvage the situation.

"Uh, well, any song is fine."

"A happy birthday song is fine... or I wouldn't mind if you sang 'The Magic Flute' or 'The Phantom of the Opera'."

"Anyway, as long as you subjectively believe it is a song, the contract is valid."

"..."

He forced a smile.

"Thank you."

Noah returned the look with a "you're welcome" gaze, then took another satisfying puff of his cigar, completely unaware that he had incurred the wrath of a certain captain.