Isabella was rescued so very waterly, and Joe Jean couldn't help but sigh: The power of fans is too strong!

And the fans are simply red scarves, and he doesn't leave a name for doing good deeds, he can only call each other's little fans until now, and he doesn't know if the little fans are called Yui Aragaki or Ai Fukuhara, alas, it's all now, Isabella is still on the side, and he can't reveal his identity, so he has to wave goodbye to the little fans.

It can be regarded as a good memory for young fans, right? You're welcome Mr. Haval, these are all things I should do.

After walking for a long time, he looked back again and saw that the little fan had melted into the night and could not be found.

Thank you, and we're going to see you again.

Isabella had calmed down from the excitement she had seen him, and now she didn't say a word, just quietly following him. Qiao Rang felt strange, she was a talker, even if she was uneasy and anxious, she would keep talking like hyperthyroidism, what is wrong with this now?

In that case, it is up to him to break the silence!

"Isabella, you know about this kidnapping." What's going on?

the groove bites your tongue! The question form that follows is swallowed by the tongue! What to do? Do you want to say it all over again? But would Frol make such a dusty mistake? No, no, he can't say it!

Jorang was overwhelmed by the uselessness of his own, and in his panic he desperately tried to find out how to remedy it, only to find Isabella grabbing his wrist and resting her head on his back from behind.

…… What's going on?

"Isabella?"

He clearly felt that the other party's hand was trembling, and the shadow's swaying breathing sounded as if he was sobbing, as if he was afraid of something.

Jo waited patiently for her to settle down, and his instincts told him that Isabella must know something, and that she had been bothered by it, perhaps because of the kidnapping.

Finally, the power behind it was gone, followed by Isabella's muffled voice.

"I'm sorry, Froll, but I apologize to you on behalf of my father and my people." As she spoke, she walked up to him, and Qiao Rang saw her eyes clearly at this time, there was an emotion that he couldn't read, "Negotiation, negotiation, for my hometown, it is indeed too early. I succeeded once, but it was fatal. My father was taken advantage of by the Domain Demons, and they used freedom as bait in exchange for your lives, but I was unable to stop it, and I was tied up here. ”

Her words fell on Qiao Rang's heart like a bomb, although he had vaguely guessed the truth in his heart before, but when everything was connected, he only felt a familiar and unfamiliar twitch in his brain. Now, probably, it's too late!

He forced himself to calm down, trying to make clear what he was going to say next: "Listen to me, Isabella, my father, Adela García, left here a few hours ago, and I suspect he is going to Berry City. ”

Isabella suddenly looked up, met his gaze, and asked in a panic and eagerly, "Did you meet your father?" So do you feel anything wrong with your body, doesn't it matter? ”

Qiao Rang raised her eyebrows, how could this girl even know this? Could it be that when they were in correspondence before, Froll even confessed to such a thing? To be reasonable, even he vaguely guessed when he met the deity in the afternoon, and Frol himself and his father should be the only ones who knew about it.

"It's okay, I dodged, he didn't notice me." Just in case of embarrassment, he didn't ask his doubts.

Isabella showed a relieved expression at this time, but in the next second she frowned again, and she asked uncertainly, "Does your father know about you coming to save me?" ”

Qiao Rang frowned as if he was infected: "I think he shouldn't know." ”

However, according to the previous speculation, Froll's father must have thought that he had gone to Berry City.

Elizabeth said worriedly, "Then we have to hurry over, I always have a bad premonition." ”

Jorang nodded frantically inwardly, let alone Isabella, his eyelids were jumping from just now, if this was an alternative "experience pack...... Can't the guy who crossed them out of their wallets, an IT company, a voice novice elf or something? Can you even do this kind of thing, but you still lack this money? It's really slamming the door.

On the way back, he did the same, and it was really strange that there would always be a jeep parked for him in such a remote place...... Forget it, he doesn't complain about that unmasked stingy ghost. Isabella was on the side, staring at the red-eyed driver, very curious.

"This ability of yours is really amazing! If you don't make good use of it, it will become a fireworks-like disaster! ”

A fireworks-like disaster?

"What kind of metaphor is this?"

"You think, the fireworks will become a star a moment before they explode. If you freeze that moment, it's eternal. But in the next moment, the most beautiful fireworks will self-destruct, and good things are always so short-lived. I've said it before, I love all things beautiful, but I've never dared to have them. I'm scared of losing everything I have now, Froll. ”

She spoke slowly, like she was telling a story. They galloped across the nocturnal wilderness, the cold wind whistling and slapping on her face, blowing her hair away, and she stroked it to the other side, and delivered what she wanted to say to the ears of those around her.

Jojean listened silently, and could hear what she had said, and it was impossible to ascertain what was written in their letters, but he now had a strange premonition.

Maybe it's not his wishful thinking, but even what?

Isabella is fond of Flor, and Isabella can't be with Flor.

The place where she was kidnapped was not far from Berry City, and the outline of Berry City was almost visible.

Isabella looked ahead at the vanity and suddenly asked, "What do you say, what will become of Berry?" ”

Jojean didn't speak because he didn't know what to say. They knew about a firework, but they didn't want it to actually bloom. At the moment of judgment, he took her hand.

The answer to them was the light of a burning fire.

Joe Jean's face sank, he knew that there had to be a major sacrifice in order for the main character, for McGee to grow, and now all the elements of this tragedy were gathered. The only accident is probably that Froll, who has changed his soul, is not controlled by his father.

This is a pivotal metamorphosis, and for the author, it should be a tragedy in one go. And the character of Isabella is, too, destined to be the fuse of tragedy from the very beginning.

He felt tightness in his chest, and he didn't like such a plot.

Isabella's eyes were fixed on the increasingly clear light of the fire, and she even hallucinated the miserable screams of her familiar friends in the city, all of which were her fault, her naivety and her arbitrariness, which brought about the destruction of their race.

Suddenly, everything in front of her eyes vanished, leaving only a dense and all-encompassing black. Froll hugged her tightly, warm and real, and under the sound of his strong, steady heartbeat, she heard him say.

He said.

- Let me protect you.