Chapter 489 - Dealing With the Aftermath (3) (2/2)

The corners of Bluepool’s mouth twitched involuntarily as he carried the bubble and dived downwards.

This waterhole was much deeper than Bai Qingqing had imagined—it was like a gigantic well.

It was said that the water in a well was warm in the winter and chilling in the summer. Bai Qingqing placed her hand against the bubble and realized that the water inside was also warm.

“Just like the well in my hometown. It really is warm.” Bai Qingqing found this fascinating and went around touching the bubble. She gazed towards Bluepool through the faint lighting. “You live comfortably down here, unlike us. It’s cold and windy out there; the wind is so strong that it can blow someone away.”

Bluepool nodded in agreement. “It’s just a little cramped here. But there won’t be big waves like in the sea, which makes for a safer environment for a female.”

As they spoke, the body of water suddenly became wider. So it turned out there was more to this waterhole than met the eye—the top was merely the neck of the bottle, and beneath that was where the water truly was stored.

Bluepool brought Bai Qingqing inside, and the lighting immediately turned even dimmer. There was only one speck of light illuminating the nest inside.

“Wah!” Bai Qingqing let out a gasp of surprise as she pointed at the lit-up area. “That’s your nest? Where did that light come from?”

“You’re so pretty, yet you’re really not a member of the merfolk tribe.”

Bluepool sent Bai Qingqing into the nest, before entering himself. He picked up the luminous pearl embedded in the center of the nest and said, “Still remember Jean’s nest?”

“Yes, there were many glowing pearls there. But most of them weren’t as bright as yours.”

Bluepool was pleased to hear this and slapped his fishtail against the ground in joy.

“Every merman will find a pearl. After mating with a female, he will leave it in the female’s nest as proof. Since I was prepared to take you with me, of course, I must bring along my pearl.”

Bai Qingqing’s train of thought was weird—the first thing that struck her was that the number of pearls represented the number of people whom Jean had sexual relations with. And there were about a hundred of those pearls? Alright, at least it wasn’t tens of thousands of mermen!