Chapter 324 - Ten Years Ago (2/2)

New female merfolk would only be born after the previous one was close to the end of their lifespan. Therefore, there would only be one female in the merfolk tribe. As the female merfolk in this generation, she carried the important responsibility of reproducing the later generations.

The males would travel far distances to look for green crystals for her, allowing her to extend her lifespan endlessly. Generations of males passed by, and she watched as her children grew up, then mated with them, producing the next generation. She then continued to watch as they grew old or if they were unable to return after a certain trip to the land.

She could no longer recall how many hundred years old she was. Days like this were too boring, and she was unable to bear with it any longer.

Just then, a change suddenly appeared in her life.

A huge snake slithered out from behind the quarry, his vibrant black and red colors giving off an intense sense of danger.

Jean knew that she should shout out anxiously, but for some reason, she had a slight craving for the snake to get near.

The fact that the snake was able to avoid layers of guards and arrive at her residence proved that he was strong. Her heart suddenly palpitated and she held onto her chest, squeezing her face outside even further.

Was he a beastman from some other race? He must be able to bring her out. She really wanted to go to the land to play!

Those males were too cowardly and only dared to bring her to the surface of the sea to get a breather. At the most, they would only bring her up to sit on a small island, that she could see the other end of, for just a short moment. Furthermore, they would constantly keep an eye on her as well.

As if hearing her thoughts, the snake’s upper body suddenly changed into his human form.

His half-human, half-snake form looked very similar to that of merfolk, and his long red hair drifted in the seawater, turning into a stretch of bright red. Jean was instantly attracted by his red hair.

However, his tail was too long and his scales too rough. The large patches of white scales on his abdomen, especially, looked like a shell. For someone like her who was used to looking at fish tails, she felt that snake tails were too ugly.

Curtis stared at the female in the cave and swam over. Putting out a finger, he slit open the film that Jean had been unable to break no matter what she did.