A strange feeling interrupted Wu Yu's original thoughts, and as the nightingale's voice of inquiring came out, Wu Yu felt that at the same time, the whole world looked at him as if they had opened their eyes. A slight tingling sensation of being gazed, from top to bottom, and then from everything in all directions.

"I ......" Wu Yu's lips twitched hard, his throat rolling, but as if he was being targeted by some terrible predator, even his voice was extremely stiff.

The feeling of discomfort only lasted for a moment before disappearing, so short that Wu Yu even thought it was his own delusion, but then he unconsciously gasped loudly to show that something had indeed happened before that he couldn't understand.

Without waiting for Wu Yu to calm down, he was horrified to find that his consciousness was isolated from his body, and he actually raised his head, smiled slightly shyly at the nightingale and said, "Sister, I want to fight like you." ”

And the nightingale on the opposite side also looked a little strange, her eyes full of brilliance were dyed with a layer of gloom at some point, and she looked at the young man in front of her with some distraction, and in a flash, the nightingale who was originally standing a little farther away had appeared a little in front of Wu Yu, she raised a hand and poked into Wu Yu's cheek, and muttered: "It's really like." ”

———

As soon as the words fell, a burst of fragrant air entered Wu Yu's lungs, as if he had been resting on a layer of protective clothing before, and Wu Yu felt that the layer that had been blocked between him and this witch world for a long time was different from the real world.

Subconsciously dodged backwards, and his body obeyed his will, oh no, it even became more fluent and comfortable than before, as if the abnormal behavior and words before were from his own will.

The faint sense of rejection that had permeated the world for a long time before was gone, replaced by a faint kindness and intimacy that was a little lighter than the little world that he had made up, almost like an illusion.

A self-deprecating voice with a little sadness broke Wu Yu's thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I read it wrong, I thought about some things before. Scareless?"

The nightingale, who was interrupted by Wu Yu's subconscious retreat, paused, and withdrew her wrist that was frozen in the air, I don't know why, just now, in that moment, the young man in front of her coincided with the young appearance of Hyde, the younger brother who had once depended on her for her life—a younger brother who did not dislike her for becoming a witch.

"It's a very handsome ability, but I was suddenly scared a little, and sure enough, you are the legendary shadow witch who guarded His Royal Highness Roland, Lady Nightingale?"

Wu Yu forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart, and the nightingale who had been optimistic and heartless for a long time in front of him, this sudden weakness and sadness made him a little unsure of how to respond.

——— it was obvious that she was thinking of the past when she was betrayed and betrayed by her relatives in Silverlight City, but Wu Yu felt that there was no resemblance between herself and a blonde European-looking aristocratic young master.

"Sure enough, is it still a heart disease that can't be bypassed after all?"

Taking a step back slightly, the nightingale couldn't help but shake her head, she also felt a little funny and self-deprecating, obviously the thin black-haired boy in front of her who had been acquiescing to her taking the dried fish had a completely different appearance from her brother Hyde Gülen, but unexpectedly, deep down in her heart, she did vaguely feel a sense of identity with the boy in front of her that seemed to be connected to blood.

"For your daily portion of delicious little dried fish, you can call me Miss Nightingale as you did just now, and they don't have to learn from the militia to call me Ms. Nightingale. ”

Quickly cleaning up the little sadness that overflowed, the nightingale once again replied to the sunny and proud tone, but the eyes that looked at Wu Yu unconsciously softened a little.

"So, Sister Nightingale, can I still learn the art of fighting from you, and listen to you tell the story of those witches?"

Nervously pinching his palms, Wu Yu, who had realized that everything was a little abnormal, tried his best to pretend to be calm, and boldly followed the previous words.

Speaking of which, compared to combat skills, it is difficult to find a character in the entire witch world other than Ash who can compare to the professional assassin in front of him, who has also walked on the edge of darkness since childhood, and even if he does not use his abilities, no one in the entire militia team is a match for Nightingale.

And if the nightingale is willing to share the story of the previous mutual aid society with Wu Yu, it is even more of a bookworm's dream, which is equivalent to adding more than the official number of words.

It's still a childish little hairy head, and the nightingale doesn't even need to feel the emotions of the heart, just look at the arm that is clenched hard and a little bruised, and you can know the uneasy longing hidden under the calm of the young man in front of him.

"When did the story of the devil's minions become so appealing?"

Smiling slightly, the nightingale disappeared and crossed over Wu Yu, "Aren't you afraid of these magics, and without magic, you can't break through the barriers of ordinary people no matter how much you practice." You should actually learn how to manipulate the muskets and cannons of His Highness Roland like a pomelo peel. ”

Facing the already empty front, Wu Yu couldn't help but respond loudly and seriously in the direction of Nightingale's departure, "Muskets and cannons are not something that civilians like me can easily touch, or daggers and fighting are more useful, not to mention, I prefer to listen to stories and read books than to fight like pomelo peels." ”

After a long pause, there was no echo from the air in front of him, and the basket full of dried fish on the ground stopped motionless.

Wu Yu whispered to himself a little frustrated, "And, since I read this book, I have always wanted to have a sister as powerful as Nightingale who can be used to show off and talk to each other. ”

"Okay, okay, tonight, remember to find some dry wood and flint, let's stew some mushroom soup and talk while drinking. ”

I only felt that my hair was rubbed casually, and then I saw that the dried fish in the place had disappeared. Wu Yu turned his head suddenly, only to see a flash of his long golden hair like a waterfall.

"Thank you! I won't let you down. ”

The nightingale in the black and white fog lifted her toes and stepped on the lines of the earth, looked at the cheap brother in front of her, and inexplicably remembered once again the simple game between sister and brother when Hyde was a young child and watched curiously as she disappeared and reappeared in front of him.

This time, it shouldn't be hurt again, closing her eyes and perceiving the undisguised love of the young man in front of me who doesn't know why it's not just for her but for the whole world. ——— it seems good to have such a persistent and innocent love for the world as a listener and a younger brother.