Kenny tosses and turns with intense headaches and whispers, teetering on the verge of coma and awakening. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sometimes, he felt like he was in a vast field, and the smell of grass after the spring rain had crept into his nostrils. As the picture flowed, he found himself riding the wind and waves, with seagulls flying in the sky, and the wind and the ocean in his ears.

"You're playing with fire, kid!" the voice sounded reproachful, "don't try to convince me with that old rhetoric, I'm tired of hearing it!"

Kenny struggled to open his eyes, but the severe headache made him tingle, and a nerve in his brain seemed to hold his eyelids like a heavy shackle that prevented him from opening them.

"You are my teacher, but also my old grandmother. The other voice sounded sad, "I don't understand why you're like this!"

"Child, I haven't changed, it's the world that's changing. The old voice muttered.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, and I don't want to. The other voice looked anxious, "No matter what you say today, I won't leave him behind, unless..... You killed me. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the old voice looked angry, "Don't tell me you're in love with him?"

"I didn't!" the young voice quickly denied.

"Your eyes have betrayed you!" the old voice changed to a stern tone, "Listen, child, I have to tell you, this young man is not a knight at all, he is Kenny, Kenny Dalton, Lord Nippur!"

"What did you say?!" the young voice looked a little surprised, "He's ....."

"Yes. "Don't blame me, I just want him to get better soon, and get out of here, and not remember us, or what happened." ”

"Those ..... pills"

"Yes. ”

“..... Then why on earth did you want to save him?" said the young voice, after falling silent, "Now, why did you suddenly leave him behind?"

"I saved him because he gave me a piece of bread and a gold coin. The old voice explained, "Leave him now because the madman has found us, and if you insist on taking him, it will not only hurt him, but we will die in this forest....."

"But we're not dead, are we?" muttered the young voice in a flattering tone.

"That's why I left him behind. The old man's voice looked a little helpless, "You know better than I how much damage those witchcraft can bring you, if it weren't for him..... Make good use of witchcraft, child, for this is the last time I warn you!"

Kenny doesn't know how long he's been asleep. When he woke up, the moon had risen overhead, and several dumb-voiced crows were chirping, and the sounds seemed to tug at a nerve in his head, and the headache gradually became clear.

He opened his eyes in pain, and when his vision became clearer, he found himself in some natural cave, surrounded by rocks and eerie places, but he was lying on a dry piece of turf, covered with the gray wolf-patterned cloak, and the moonlight above his head shone through the treetops into the round hole, and then sprinkled on his body, accompanied by a strange fragrance.

"Are you awake?" came the white dove's voice, and the tone of surprise overshadowed the crow outside the cave.

Kenny frowned and turned his head to look up at the boots in front of him, and finally at the familiar face. "Where is this?" he asked, stretching out his hand to cover his head.

"Dragon's Blood Forest, in a cave that I can't name. The white dove crouched beside him, his blue eyes turning into a crescent moon, "We were attacked, and you fainted in the duel, remember?"

"Yes. Kenny half-sat up and looked up at the cave. "How long have I been asleep?" he asked, turning his head.

"Two days, I thought you would sleep until tomorrow morning. The white dove stood up, looked around to the other side, and then took up a clay bowl from the stone furnace.

Kenny held his head high, his eyes fixed on the gray clay bowl. "I can smell the bitterness from so far away!" he said, grinning.

"But you have to drink!" said the white dove to a commanding tone, crouching down, "because it will make you better faster!"

"Oh, is it?" Kenny's eyes narrowed, his eyes changing from pitiful to aggressive.

The white dove was furry at the sudden staring. From the first time she saw Kenny, she never thought that this man would look at her like this, those brown eyes were a little wary, or suspicious, she couldn't tell what it was, and then old Flynn's words came to her heart, and she wondered if he had heard something.

However, this idea is quickly dispelled by Kenny's next move. He took the clay bowl, swallowed the cold potion into his stomach without hesitation, and then pursed his mouth with his sleeve, as if she had seen him for the first time.

"Looks like my nose isn't bad, it's a bitter .....," Kenny grumbled, frowning.

"Hey, don't say that!" "Hey, don't say that!" the white pigeon took the pottery bowl, stood up and pretended to be displeased, "this is the medicine that old Flynn and I risked our lives to help you, and you must know one thing, which is the current situation." She paused, trying to muffle her voice, "Thanks to you, we're homeless fugitives. ”

"The knights, coming at me?" Kenny looked up at her.

"Or else?" said the white dove, winking.

"I'm sorry, White Dove....." Kenny lowered his head, his voice muffled, "I never thought things would turn out like this." His tone was full of self-reproach, and then he suddenly remembered something. "Where's old Flynn?" he asked, looking up, "where is she?"

"I thought you forgot about her!" the white dove shrugged, "don't worry, she's going—"

"Ahem, I went around the forest to see if I could find something to eat. Belch..... By the way, I went to visit an old friend. Old Flynn's voice came from the darkness, far and near, interrupting the white dove.

I saw her carrying half a basket of mushrooms, staggering to the white dove, her tired eyes unblinking, as if asking her something.

The white dove smiled back, turned his back to Kenny, winked at Flynn Sr., then took the half basket of mushrooms, walked to the stone campfire, crouched down, and began to cook their pitiful dinner.

"Poor boy," Flynn Sr. slowly crouched down and looked at Kenny kindly, "you're unlucky, fate seems to play a joke on you, doesn't you?" ”

"I'm all right, ma'am. Kenny smiled helplessly, "I just didn't expect it to hurt you, maybe you shouldn't have saved me at all." ”

"The god Konamu made me meet you," said old Flynn slowly, "it must have been your kindness that touched her." ”

"Perhaps, I'm a guilty person?" Kenny lowered his eyes, his tone becoming a little strange, "Otherwise, how would those knights hunt me down?"