When leaving the theater, Ringer heard faint and melodious music coming from the direction of the stage. It was probably that a new play had begun. Every play in this world has a protagonist, but some people are destined not to be the protagonist.
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The street was as quiet as when it came. There were not many pedestrians, which was in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle outside. As soon as Lin Ge walked out of the iron gate, he suddenly stopped and discovered something unusual: in front of the theater, Luo Luo, a traveler from the Fertile Tu Sect,
The simple shrine built by Sher has disappeared at some point.
The original location was clean and left no trace, as if it never existed. This reminds people of past history. The ancient church dedicated to the spiritual spring Sadler was bulldozed and buried.
Shuiyuan built the current Central Theater on its former site, which made it difficult for people sitting in the auditorium to enjoy the performance at this time to imagine what kind of sacred faith was buried under their feet.
At this moment, their shadows overlapped together, forming some kind of fateful image.
Seeing that Linger was standing still, Saint Xalia, who was holding the lamb, asked: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Lin Ge withdrew his gaze, turned to the girl and said, "Go back."
Saint Xalia's eyes flashed: "Go back and think about it?"
"Yeah."
"I think you should agree." She whispered softly: "Don't you like this story?"
"This has nothing to do with whether I like it or not, but whether it is dangerous, whether it can be avoided, and whether it is the answer I want in the end... What I need to consider are these issues."
"What!"
Xiaoyang disagreed with his point of view and expressed his objection.
But Ringer couldn't understand its language, so he ignored it.
"Anyway, it's better to go back first." Ringer said, "Don't let them wait too long."
The "them" here mainly refers to Metien.
Saint Xalia said nothing more and nodded silently, so Linge walked towards the direction he came from. The little sheep seemed unconvinced that he had been ignored just now, and chased after him with all his strength, wanting to argue with him to the end.
But before he had taken two steps, the gray rope around his neck tightened suddenly, almost catching his dangling front hooves and causing him to stumble.
"What?"
The little sheep looked back in confusion, only to find that his master was still standing there without moving. The girl, who was always gentle and indifferent, was looking up at the theater in front of her, immersed in some melancholy thoughts, unable to do so for a long time.
Come back to your senses.
The slightly raised smooth chin and the white neck form a perfect arc. If anyone sees it, they will be extremely surprised and want to put her into a three-foot-square picture frame, leaving enough
Classic masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, like "Madame Milosha" or "Les Demoiselles d'Avion".
It's a pity that the incomprehensible human being can only move forward without even looking back.
The little sheep secretly despised his wooden head, and then bleated twice to call the master out of his trance.
"Sorry, I was distracted."
She showed an apologetic expression: "I thought of something."
"What?" What's going on?
"That's what happened a long time ago..." She said softly, as if talking to herself: "The princess who was sleeping in the old castle was guarded by evil monsters and didn't know anything, so she lived in confusion.
For many years. Suddenly one day, the brave man defeated the monster, broke into the castle, and kissed her gently to wake her up. Don't you feel...envious, little sheep?"
Envy?
The lamb tilted its head. It didn't think there was anything to envy in this. Of course, if the brave man who broke into the castle brought the freshest grass in the morning to the princess, maybe it would be envious.
"Heh."
Taking its reaction into her eyes, Saint Xalia chuckled, and her mood suddenly became better. She pulled the rope in her hand: "I won't talk about the past, let's go, don't let Linger wait too long
."
"Hey!" That guy won't wait for you!
He left alone a long time ago!
Not considerate of girls at all!
Nor do they care about small animals!
A heartless guy!
The little sheep said bad things about Ringer angrily and complained about his master. When he turned around, he was surprised to find that the young man was standing at the end of the street waiting, with his back to this direction, a tall and thin figure.
It's like a flagpole standing in the wind, straight but a little lonely.
"He actually cares about the people around him." Saint Xalia squatted down and gently touched the lamb's head: "He's just not good at expressing himself."
Really?
The little sheep is still dubious.
The girl has already picked up its rope and walked towards the young man at the end of the street.
Among the alleys, the sun poured down for the first time in a long time, staining the exterior wall of the theater.
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After walking in the herbal garden for about ten minutes, Metien discovered what was unique about it: the magic herbs here seemed to have normal personalities?
They neither shout and like to be noisy like those magic vegetables, nor do they like special things and cultivate elegant sentiments like the magic potted plants in the hall. They just stay silently in their own soil, take root and sprout silently, and
They just harvest the fruits silently. If someone hadn't accidentally touched their branches and leaves when passing by, they might not have said a word. They look exactly like ordinary plants in the outside world.
When she told Xie Mi about this discovery, the latter curled his lower lip and said that you were wrong: "They are not that honest, they are all pretending. Isn't the little sun guarding the door of yours very strange?"
She also likes to sleep in, and she also likes to ask for gifts from people. The bow I gave her last time, she hasn’t returned the gift yet!"
The fairy maid is very worried about this incident and will never forget it.
Metien felt curious and confused: "Then why do they pretend to be so good?"
"Because Mrs. Tree is here."
Xie Mi replied in a matter-of-fact tone: "With Mrs. Tree watching them, these guys don't dare to be presumptuous! If they dare to be disobedient, Mrs. Tree can tidy them up with just one look! I think,
It’s best to move the potted plants in the hall to the herb garden and let Mrs. Tree discipline them, so that they don’t stay up playing violin there in the middle of the night and wake me up three times in one night!”
She had been holding grudges for a long time, so her tone was quite unpleasant. Metien laughed dryly, but did not agree, and asked again: "Is Mrs. Tree so powerful?"
"Of course she is." Xie Mi came closer and whispered to the little girl: "I think she is more powerful than the eldest sister, because the eldest sister said personally that Mrs. Tree is several times her age!"
Metien counted on his fingers: the traveler fairy has a pair of butterfly wings when she is one hundred years old, and the proprietress Shesta has three pairs of butterfly wings, which means she is at least three hundred years old, and several times three hundred years old, twice is six
A hundred years old, three times is nine hundred years old... No matter how many times it is, it is still an exaggerated number.
For Metien, who was only sixteen years old, it was even more exaggerated than could be imagined.
"Okay, that's amazing!" She was shocked.
"Hey!"
Xie Mi straightened her back proudly, and those who didn't know it thought she was the one being praised.
We walked forward for a few more minutes, passing several lush medicinal fields and beautiful gardens. Finally, the end of the road was blocked by countless tall shrubs, green tree walls and thorn bushes. This magical place
The combination is like the will of the forest itself refusing outsiders to enter, full of fairy tale style.
Xie Mi stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Mrs. Tree, we are here!"
As a result, the tall shrubs parted to both sides, and the dense wall of green trees swayed their branches to separate a road. The thorn bushes all over the ground poured into the deep grass silently like an ebbing tide, a secret road leading to the dream world.
, appeared in front of two little girls.
"Let's go, Metien!"
Xemela took her little friend and walked towards the other end of the road to visit the most mysterious guest in the hotel.
And deep in the secret realm, under the majestic oak tree, watching the arrival of the visitors, the old man's hunched back sighed slowly: "I hope my choice is correct."