Don't Provoke the Turtle

Vol.2 - Chapter 25 – Call me sister!

This vast marshland was like an ocean, only that there were clusters of underwater mountains, unlike the flat seabed. The merfolk built fortresses along the mountains, cultivated aquatic plants, and herded schools of fish and sea beasts.

The houses of the merfolk resembled Mongolian yurts and igloos, with a dome-shaped roof and an arched protruding door. However, not all lived in such houses. Some merfolk lived along the mountains, carving caves into the underwater rocks and residing within.

Inside, pearls shone brightly, making it look like high-rise buildings from the previous life when viewed from the outside.

The merfolk were unique, all possessing cultivation, yet they lived in houses like ordinary people.

Su He was lying on the altar, and the other merfolk had already dispersed—the welcoming ceremony was not too complicated. The merfolk priest noticed that Su He's condition was not right and hurriedly drove the other merfolk away. At this moment, he was trying to remove the turtle shell stacked on his shell.

After a complex ceremony, the merfolk priest bowed respectfully: "The disaster has been resolved, please return the divine armor!"

The turtle shell on the turtle shell began to tremble, ready to fly.

It's useful! Su He was overjoyed. This piece of turtle shell was excellent, allowing him to press the spirit race to the ground and rub it.

But the consumption was too great.

The Dragon Turtle's true essence condensate was okay, after all, there were more than fifty drops in stock. But his divine sense was almost exhausted. The sea of sense in the Sense Realm had turned into a small pond.

If the turtle shell doesn't come down, Su He will have to go down. He wondered if this world had an underworld?

The turtle shell trembled and floated up, Su He's body color faded from white jade to ink jade, and a flash of disappointment passed in the eyes of the merfolk priest.

It's not white...

Although black is domineering, white is still beautiful. Just like their god, seven parts domineering and three parts elegant. Truly heroic.

Not only was the priest disappointed, but the flying turtle shell also seemed to dislike the black Dragon Turtle. It hesitated in the air, about to fly away, but suddenly turned back and snapped back onto Su He's shell.

The color that had just been restored instantly turned into white jade again.

Su He: "......"

He looked helplessly at the merfolk priest, who was looking at the turtle shell with a puzzled expression. He bowed again: "Please return the divine armor!"

The white jade turtle shell moved a bit, then returned to calm—this time it didn't seem to want to leave, but rather seemed to be looking for a comfortable position, as if it wanted to sleep for a long time.

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