The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss-Chapter 2389 - Song of the Merfolk (1)

2389 Song of the Merfolk (1)

“Good proposal.” Satan suddenly smiled. He dispelled the devil energy from Neptune’s trident. Holding Neptune’s trident in one hand and Shen Yanxiao in the other, he imposingly walked into the palace that only merfolks could enter.

Inside the palace, the frightened merfolks huddled together, shivering.

Compared with other races, the world of the merfolk was more closed.

In particular, these merfolks living in the merfolk capital lived a carefree life under the protection of the Merfolk King. They had never needed to face an enemy, unlike the merfolks in the offshore sea. The latter were very close to the various continents, which allowed them to have a relatively good understanding of the situation on the continent. Their fighting strength was also stronger. As far as fighting strength was concerned, the merfolks in the merfolk capital were more like beautiful symbols living in a paradise.

Only the most beautiful merfolks were eligible to go to the merfolk capital.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the frightened appearance of the group of beautiful merfolks in front of her and thought about the group she met in the Hidden Dragon Continent.

It was true… they were not on the same level at all.

Although the merpeople here were more beautiful than flowers, their psychological endurance was far less than that of the merfolks in the offshore sea.

And all this made Satan’s intrusion much easier.

Satan did not look at the merfolks at all. He just walked to the top of the hall, to the throne!

Holding Shen Yanxiao, sitting on the throne of the Merfolk King, Satan put Neptune’s trident in Shen Yanxiao’s hand.

Shen Yanxiao was slightly stunned and looked at Satan in surprise.

“If you like it, keep it.” Satan’s smiling mouth was full of evilness.

“…” Shen Yanxiao did not resist.

What a joke. Who cared what this bastard was thinking? At least Neptune’s divine weapon had been preserved!

She had achieved her goal. As for the process…

Not important!

Satan’s pressure rooted the merfolks in the palace. He hooked his finger at Bo Er, who was stiff at the entrance of the palace. Bo Er immediately flew into the hall as if he were being strangled, his beautiful fishtail twisted and curled.

“People say that merfolks are the best singers in the world.” Satan looked at Bo Er with a cruel smile on his face.

“Then let me listen to the so-called sounds of nature.”

The moment Satan’s voice fell to the ground, Bo Er was thrown heavily on a stone slab. The gate of the palace was suddenly closed, and the pressure pervading the palace dissipated.

“Please.” Satan crossed his legs and propped up his chin with one hand. He held Shen Yanxiao’s slender waist and looked playfully at the fallen Merfolk King.

“No… Don’t hurt my people…” Bo Er spoke with great difficulty.

Satan’s eyes narrowed slightly. A black shadow suddenly rushed towards Bo Er, directly knocking him away and slamming him into the stone pillars of the palace. With a mouthful of blood spurted from Bo Er’s mouth, he could only float weakly in the water.

“Don’t make me say it again.” Satan’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

The trembling merfolks finally sang broken songs with their trembling throats.

Their voices were like the sounds of nature, able to soothe the most irritable soul in the world.

This was the first time Shen Yanxiao had heard the song of the merfolks. It was so beautiful, but every sentence was filled with tears of blood.

No matter how moving the song was, it could not extinguish Satan’s soul flame that was filled with murder and evil.