How to become a mermaid

Chapter 245 Why don't you ask the magical conch?

Chapter 245 Why don't you ask the magical conch?
"Mysterious conch, may I ask if you know where Fabrien Greza Torst is?"

"It's a male lava dragon, about 1000 years old this year! There are two female partners, four pure-blooded children, and a son who is mixed with sea anemones."

Holding the [Magic Conch] that he had just obtained from Mira, Shamanlael described the information of Aore's father to its screw mouth word by word.

Although he has made up his mind to hide Fabrien's news from Aurei for the time being, it doesn't mean that Shamanlael doesn't care about it abandoning Aurei.

If possible, he also wants to know Fabrien's location, and when the time is right, he will take Ao Lei to beat him!

Now that I have a tool for finding things, it would be good to use it to test the ability of [Magic Conch].

After speaking to the magic conch, Shaman Lair observed its reaction.

As a result...no response at all!
The conch is still the same conch, neither glowing nor transforming.

The pure white and flawless shell is as if carved from white jade, and it feels a little smooth and smooth to the touch, with an oily texture, not like other conch shells that prick your hands at all.

But apart from being beautiful, it was just an ordinary conch shell no matter how you looked at it.

"I hope it will be useful?" Somewhat uncertainly, Shamanlell put the conch on the side of his head, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

After about four or five minutes, his breathing gradually stabilized and he fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

.........

"Gulu Gulu..." There was a sound of bubbling bubbles.

In the dark deep sea, a submarine volcano is about to erupt.

The surrounding sea water is boiled by the high temperature of the volcano, and the transparent large bubbles are constantly rolling.

"Puff..." Bursts of thick smoke came out of the crater, and some sticky hot red magma spewed out from time to time.

The ambient temperature was as high as several hundred degrees, so that there was no grass growing around, and there was not a single seaweed on the bare rocks.

However, in such a harsh environment, there is a unique red shrimp living.

These small shrimps are about as long as a palm and as thick as two fingers. The shell is the same bright red color as the spicy crayfish, but smoother and brighter, emitting a laser-like glare under the weak light.

Hundreds of these small red shrimps gather in the crater, risking being charred, to suck up the subsurface minerals brought out by the volcanic eruption.

"Shusha...Shusha..." Countless red shrimp claws rubbed against the ground sand and stones, making crackling noises.

The red shrimps use their pincers to pick up the minerals scattered around the volcano, and keep sending them to their tiny mouths.

Among these busy red shrimps, the movement of one red shrimp was particularly strange. Its body kept bouncing, as if it had a convulsion.

Shamanleir felt his head was groggy, his eyes and ears seemed to be a little insensitive, and he could only hear vague voices, and his body was not under his control, and he was always doing some kind of mechanical movement .

He struggled hard for a long time, and finally, he woke up with a sudden bounce of his body.

Shrimp, a lot of cooked spicy crayfish!
As soon as he woke up, Samantel noticed the busy red shrimps around him.

He turned his eyes to observe the surrounding environment and the small shrimps beside him. The eyes of the two dark shrimps as small as rapeseed showed deep confusion.

Isn't he looking for Fabrien?Why did I only see shrimp?
And where is this place?Why does his body feel so strange, he won't turn into a shrimp too, right?
Shamanel moved his head, feeling something hanging down from his head.

After a closer look, it turned out to be two slender shrimp whiskers.

Sure, he's a shrimp now!

[Is this the ability of the magic conch?It's a little too realistic! 】

While thinking this way, Shamanlael curiously fiddled with the pair of large pliers he just got.

"Crack!" The big red pincers opened and closed in the water, making a sound like metal knocking.

[It's quite strong. It's good to clamp it on his own body. I guess it can clamp a piece of meat, right? 】

【Ah... No!Now is not the time to be a shrimp, he has to go to Fabrien. 】

After adapting to his shrimp body a little bit, Shamanleer swam around bouncing and bouncing.

Compared with his own body, the speed of this shrimp body is not fast, but it is already considered good among shrimps. If it swims at full speed, it can reach [-] kilometers per hour.

The scale of this submarine volcano is not large, and it only took about an hour for Shamanlell to go around the field with a whimper.

During the parade, he met other red shrimps that were driving this way, and saw a few fishes that he had never seen before, but he didn't see any dragons, not even a footprint .

[Strange, there are no dragons!The magic conch can't be wrong, can it? 】

[Or... one of these shrimps is also named Fabrien? 】

Returning to the original starting point, Samantel was resting while thinking about the current situation.

Just when he was in confusion, there was an ear-shattering dragon howl above his head: "Roar!!"

Compared with Ao Lei's roar, this voice is more majestic, with a feeling of self-prestige, which makes Shamanleer's body tremble suddenly.

The other red shrimps around reacted even more, jumping around in the water like they were drunk.

"Dad, I see a lot of little red shrimps in front of me! Can I eat them?" A slightly lively child's voice sounded above Samantel's head.

"Just keep a few for me!" Soon, another deep voice came from above.

[It's Fabrien!There must be nothing wrong! 】

Hearing these two voices, Samantel was overjoyed, knowing that the dragon he was looking for had appeared.

"Whew!" Suddenly, a reddish-brown figure quickly passed by Shamanleir's eyes, and rushed towards the group of red shrimps in front of him.

Shamanlael was startled by this sudden attack, and hid in a crevice of stones beside him.

He poked his head out quietly, and found that the one that jumped past just now was a small reddish-brown dragon with a body length of only seven or eight meters.

"Ah~" Xiaolong opened his mouth wide and bit down on the place where the red shrimps gathered.

Dozens of red shrimps fell into the little dragon's mouth, flicking their tails and struggling desperately.

"Bang bang bang..." There was a crisp chewing sound, and the little lava dragon ate the red shrimp with big mouthfuls, showing a satisfied expression on its slightly immature face.

When it opened and closed its mouth, Samantel even saw that the teeth in its mouth hadn't fully grown yet, and many of them were still half-grown deciduous teeth.

"Alducci, eat less, your teeth are not full yet, so you can't eat too hard things!" A huge red figure descended from the sky and landed behind the little lava dragon.

Fabri stood quietly behind Xiaolong, his eyes were full of kindness.

"Dad, this red shrimp is delicious, fragrant and crunchy, just like the fish bones my mother gave me a few days ago!"

Seeing his father coming, Alducci grabbed a red shrimp and handed it to Fabrien like a treasure.

Faced with his son's kindness, Fabrien didn't hesitate, took a bite of the red shrimp, swallowed and vomited in two mouthfuls.

After eating, its mood obviously became happy, stretched out its claws to stroke the head of the little lava dragon twice, and said with satisfaction: "Good boy!"

"Hey~" Hearing his father's praise, Alducci rubbed Fabrien's paw dependently, looking like a good baby dragon.

Seeing the picture of the two dragons, one big and one small, being so kind and filial to their father and son, Shamanlael, who was hiding in the crevice of the stone, was so angry that his claws danced wildly.

His meow slag dragon!
You forgot Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake... Ah no, is it Ao Lei who was abandoned by you?

Ole is suffering alone, and you are so warm and harmonious!

Can't!The slag dragon who has been chaotic and abandoned all the time does not deserve happiness!
Just when Samantel was angry, a red shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Alducci's immature voice sounded above Shamanleir's head:
"Dad! There seems to be a red shrimp under this rock. It looks very energetic. It must taste great!"

(End of this chapter)

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