Tears of the Merfolk (1)

It was very simple for merfolks to wash themselves. Shen Yanxiao did not take long to clean herself up. Without the pungent smell of blood, she finally took a breather, but there seemed to be a residual smell in her throat that made her nauseous.

Shen Yanxiao swung her fishtail. The feeling of swimming in the water was very wonderful, as if she had become one with the surrounding water, a completely different feeling from other races.

"What exactly is a multicolored mermaid?" Shen Yanxiao looked at the beautiful scales on her fishtail. It was not an exaggeration to say that they could be sold as ornaments.

She could not check if there were any changes inside her body. All her strength was suppressed by the handcuffs. The only thing she could feel was the power of Neptune's trident, which continuously transmitted divine power into her body. Shen Yanxiao had to spend a lot of effort to concentrate all the divine power on Xiu.