“Расцветалияблониигруши。 ”

"Las Vidalia Bella you are all the way to whom. ”

"It's not like that, pay attention to the trill, your tongue is to be cocked, cocked. ”

"What kind of place is this, it's so hard to learn!"

"If you want to learn the original Katyusha, of course it's difficult. I can translate it into lingua franca, but it doesn't sound so good. ”

Isabella sighed and continued to work on the awkward notes.

Although she sighed in her mouth, she had a smile on her face, her beautiful big eyes narrowed at the moment, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned when she didn't speak, so that everyone who saw her knew that she was in a good mood.

The chief's son, the strongest boy in the village, Duck, watched her sit on the hillside, beside the bard, and learn the strange song, and could not help clenching his fists.

He's so angry! so angry that he wants to beat someone!

That little white face! That little white face that can only sing sissy!

He looked at Isabella's smiling face, what a beautiful smiling face! Such a smiling face had only been seen at festivals.

He looked at Isabella's dress, which was her favorite beautiful dress, which she was usually reluctant to wear, and who would be upset if she wore it on festivals. But now, she just sat on the ground, not caring about her clothes at all.

He looked at Isabella's hand, Isabella's hand, and she was holding the little white face's hand, and put her hand on the little white face's throat...... Oh my God, what was that little white face trying to do?!Did he want to touch Isabella's neck with that dirty hand?

Unforgivable!

Duck looked left and right, found the thickest stick, and walked over with it.

"Put down your dirty hands!" he cried out from afar, "or I'll interrupt it!"

Nabilin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him, then at his own hand.

"It's not dirty. He said to himself, "I just washed it an hour ago." ”

"But......" he looked around, as if realizing that sitting on the floor was a little dirty, smiled, and snapped his fingers.

The glow of magic rose from his hand and enveloped a large area around him. When the light was gone, not only did she become clean, but Isabella became clean, and even the hair of the sheep that was shrouded in the light became as white as snow, and not even a trace of dust could be seen.

"Okay, it's completely clean now. He smiled and said to Dark, "Thank you for the reminder." ”

After saying that, he put the hand that had just cast the magic on Isabella's throat, and with the other hand grabbed Isabella's hand and put it on his own throat: "Come, pay attention to the trembling of my throat when I sing, and you should follow along." ”

Isabella's body softened when he took her hand, and she felt his hot hand on her neck, and even her heart softened, and what Duck said and did had been thrown out of the sky by her. Even Duck herself, who was standing not far from here, had been completely ignored by her.

Duck stood there, trying to move forward, but his weak legs couldn't take a step, he wanted to retreat, but he couldn't reconcile, he could only watch, his body kept shaking, and he didn't know if it was because of anger or fear.

After I don't know how long, he finally made up his mind, mustered all his courage, and took a step forward.

Nabiling noticed this scene out of the corner of his eye, and smiled in some surprise.

"I'm a fool, but I'm unexpectedly courageous!" he thought.

Then, the little white-faced bard, who many thought was powerless, raised his hand, as if intentionally and unintentionally, and gently brushed the weeds around him.

With a wave of his hand, at least five or six weeds broke off from the middle, half of which was still gently swaying in the mountain wind, while the upper half was blown up by the mountain wind, fluttering and flying farther and farther.

Dark's face turned pale as paper, and the courage he had finally mustered seemed to have been blown away by the mountain wind.

He turned around dejectedly and walked away in frustration, like a defeated rooster.

Isabella didn't even notice Duck's departure, she had been learning the strange dialect with many curly tongue tremors from Naipiling, but she couldn't learn anything.

"Forget it, you'd better learn to be simple. In the end, Naibilen also gave up, "That song 'Olive Tree' is good." ”

Isabella sighed, annoyed at her stupidity, but couldn't help but laugh.

The lyrics of that song, she remembers.

Don't ask me where I'm from.

My hometown is far away.

......

Nabilin can write such a song, he must have wandered a lot of places, experienced a lot of things, and had a lot of insights.

In his heart, he may have been nostalgic for his hometown, but because he has his own pursuits, he can't go back.

What is he after? What kind of good girl is that he calls the "olive tree"?

Suddenly, her body shook slightly—could it be...... The so-called "olive tree" is talking about itself?

She knew that this idea was unreliable, but she couldn't help but think like this. The thought was like a fire, burning her from the inside out, and even her neck was red.

Nabilin couldn't help but smile as she watched Isabella think wildly, one moment worried, one moment laughing, the next moment blushing.

This girl is really interesting! She is pretty, and the key is that she has a very funny personality. It was in vain that he had been in this small village for so many days.

At this moment, he suddenly turned around, frowned, and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain in surprise.

Inside the village, there were swords reflecting the sun! Immediately after, there were screams.

He stood up, a solemn look in his eyes.

Nabiling has enough confidence in his own strength, but no matter how great his ability is, he can't protect everyone in the chaotic battle.

The village felt good to him, and both Isabella and the rest of the village, even the silly "rival" Duck, was a funny lad - at least courageous.

If he could, he wanted to keep the village as much as he could.

It wasn't easy.

"Follow me. He said solemnly to Isabella, "Leave the sheep alone, be careful, and don't leave my surroundings." ”

So saying, he led Isabella down the mountain.

The lute was put away by him, and a thin sword made by a kobold master and processed by the master of the king's enchantment had been hidden in the wide sleeve, and could be stabbed out at any time.

They quickly walked down the hill to the village.

In the village, bandits have just arrived. The bandits killed the guards who tried to stop them, and then ordered the villagers to hand over the food, money, and the prettiest girl in the village to the stockade on the hill by noon the day after tomorrow.

The village chief trembled as he said this, his body still trembling - when the bandit scared him just now, a knife swung in front of him and almost slashed him.

Hearing the bandit's request, the villagers turned their attention to Isabella.

Food and money were easy to provide, but the "prettiest girl in the village" made them a little embarrassed.

Isabella read the guilt in their eyes, and her face turned white all at once.

At this time, she heard the voice from behind her.

The voice was soft, but full of power, which made her straighten up again when she was about to collapse on the ground.

"Don't worry, I'm here. ”