"She walks in the brilliance of beauty,

Like a cloudless night and starry sky......

Beauty ripples in her bright silver hair,

or a faint glow;

……

The charming smile and the brilliance of the face all illustrate a kind life:

Her spirit is at peace with everything in the world, and her heart is full of pure love! (Note 1)

In front of the shelves filled with heavy books, an old gentleman with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose closed the books in his hand, and turned to face the slender figure who appeared at the door of the room at some point, in the dim environment, even the outdoor light was blocked by thick curtains.

He stopped talking, placed the book on the low table beside him, and then pulled the chair next to the table, and in this silent act invited the visitors outside the door.

The other party did not hesitate, and went straight inside, and faint points of light floated out from under her robe, and finally turned into bright starlight that filled the entire room, dispelling the depressed and dull feeling that had accumulated in it.

"It's not good for your eyes to stay in such a dark environment all the time, Mr. Village Chief."

Yilan stopped a few steps away from the old village chief, looked around, and then kindly offered the other party a health-related proposal.

"At the very least, when you want to read a book in the future, you should pull the curtains open."

As soon as the words fell, the thick curtains parted automatically and in the middle without wind, until they moved to the very edge of the window frame on one side of each side, and then fell silent again.

"Would you like to share your thoughts on what you just read?" After doing this, the witch chuckled, raised her arm and hooked her fingers, and the books that had been resting on the low table immediately flew towards her.

"I heard you chanting at the door, and it was a good poem...... It's a little old, and the last time I heard someone sing about it, I may have just started to get into spiritual power. ”

"And now you can use them however you want." The old village chief also addressed the other party with honorific titles, "Your technique of weaving spiritual power threads is already very mature, even if you are standing here as a capable person, not an ordinary person like me, you probably can't detect your actions and respond before you make a move." ”

"Ah," Elam covered with sleeves, "are you complimenting me?" ”

She opened the book in her hand, but after only a few pages, she looked uninterested, and waved it back to its place—not on the low table beside the village chief, but very thoughtfully back into the shelf.

She has also used this way of organizing things very well.

"That poem was a long, long time ago, by someone from somewhere else...... People from other 'worlds' spread to this place. The village chief hesitated a little as he spoke, as if he was thinking about what he really wanted to express, "The carriage outside the mountain has brought it, along with many other poetry collections, into our small village, and at the same time brought in the civilization and culture of the outside world. ”

"You need to know," he said earnestly, "that the inhabitants of the mountain village are not ignorant of the turmoil of the past few decades. ”

"I just see you need help." Yilan replied without any thought, "Since I have helped you once, and I have nowhere to go for the time being, it is better to take advantage of these times to solve all the troubles you are facing, and save me from regretting not doing enough and good enough in the future." ”

"Ah, you......" the village chief stretched out his hand forward, his arm trembling uncontrollably, "as if out of a poem......

"I just wish ......," he frowned slightly, "you won't be disappointed in the end, or, what do you think about ...... now?"

He lowered his voice, as if he was just muttering:

“…… Regret. ”

"Hey, hey! What is the witch talking to the people inside? (peck)"

Outside the window, the curtains were opened, and the scene inside was seen by the passing monsters.

The two birds flew down on the windowsill outside, and they both walked idly, not hiding their attempts to eavesdrop on the gossip.

Unfortunately, however, the translation herbs they had received from their new friends had expired, and even with their ears pierced against the windowpanes, they could only hear obscure syllables that they really didn't understand.

The two birds could only hope that their fellow beasts, and that Fang Nuo, who was clearly more linguistic than theirs, would be able to relay what was being discussed in the room afterwards.

"The effect of the hedgehog grass is getting shorter and shorter." Fang Nuo was secretly worried about the language barrier, although he could understand the words of these two noisy creatures, but he could not use their language, "It seems that we have to find a new herb that can make them both understand the language of all things...... Can't make it this time? ”

While keeping in mind the warning that "the badger grass should not be eaten in large quantities", he also weighed the pros and cons of using the mourning birds to experiment with medicinal herbs.

If he could, he didn't want to "sacrifice the lives of his friends he just met" on this herb, which was recognized at a glance by the Queen of Birds, and should be more common in this world—exaggerated, but it was just an overdose of grass, and the consequences would be no more than diarrhea and temporary incapacitation...... There is a high probability that it will not be life-threatening.

But this is just his opinion of a beast who has not touched this field.

I heard the Bird Queen Taro say that there is a garden behind the Witch's House, which is full of various medicinal herbs, so the Witch's House should also find the corresponding knowledge, right?

The witch also knew how to make herbs into potions, and there was probably no shortage of books in her hut to record them.

As the former "hope" of the Huang Xian family, although he has never been interested in touching the language of birds, he is still relatively proficient in human linguistics, and he can also use a little human writing.

Although, such self-confidence, after two failed attempts to ask for sealing, has been almost hit by that witch.

"Do I have to consolidate my literacy first?"

"I wonder if there are any books in that hut that teach beasts to read...... Ah! Fang Nuo suddenly felt his ears being rubbed, turned his head to look, and found that it was Xiao Hei who was doing something.

The other party couldn't understand what he was saying, only to see that he kept talking to himself, completely ignoring himself and the queen, so he moved his mouth directly - very much in line with the personality he has always shown.

Be careful, I'll test you on medicine! Fang Nuo opened his mouth and intimidated back.

If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to waste your precious trust on something as clear as the Pig Grass, and make you wary of other herbs or items that might be constructed later, I would have been able to do as much as I could!

With you, the malicious value of bad luck (crossed out) is as much as it takes! (pecked)

You're enough! Fang Nuo stretched out his paws and grabbed the blackbird's beak.

At that moment, another bird on the side also poked his back hair.

She definitely didn't mean it, so there must be a reason behind their actions...... Cause—

The face and palms of a familiar human were pressed against the window, and the eyes were wide and terrifying.

Fang Nuo almost took off on the spot.

The moment the feathers jumped, time seemed to be dragged out, and the hysterical screams of beasts that I had heard before sounded in my ears, accompanied by the super slow motion of the two birds, gradually increased the original volume.

His back was pressed against the lawn on the ground, and then his whole body turned upside down, and he rolled backwards—and it rolled away.

"Oooo The two mourning birds also took off as if they were frightened, but it was Fang Nuo's violent reaction that scared them.

After all, no matter how hideous and distorted the witch's big face is pasted on a transparent board, it will turn into an amiable face after being treated with a "special filter" in the eyes of the mourning bird.

The hooded figure quickly popped out of the hut, ignoring the old chief's shouts and the sound of the door being carried by the wind, and ran to the place where the snow-white hairs rolled away.

It wasn't until she saw a small beast lying on the side of the road that she gradually slowed down and her breathing stabilized slightly.

"Anyway......" Fang Nuo saw a figure getting closer and closer to him with his peripheral vision, but he didn't even have the motivation to get up, "What did they mean by what they were talking about in the house just now?" ”

"Humans, really good at playing dumb riddles."

The smooth touch of the hair was felt underneath him, and it was the witch's hand with leather gloves for work.

Soon, he was picked up by the woman, and this time, he was gently pushed onto her shoulder, a good landing platform, while her hand turned into a "railing" that only served as a protective side, ensuring that he would not fall down immediately.

The witch took Fang Nuo back to the door of the hut where the village chief lived, apologized to the village chief for his sudden departure, and then put the stiff beast back on the ground.

The two mourning birds landed not far from them one after the other, pacing to enjoy the "warm" picture in front of them.

"It's your new pet?" The old village chief witnessed the scene of the witch squatting down and rubbing the fur of the snow-white beast, and he couldn't bear to open his mouth to break such a beautiful scene and said, "I heard from other villagers that you picked it up under the stone wall at the end. ”

"yes." The witch quickly grasped Fang Nuo's outstretched claws, "The coachman can testify for me, and the next time he comes, you can go and inquire in person." ”

"Are you sure it's not the juvenile of some monster beast that has just appeared in the mountains?" The village chief asked cautiously.

"It looks like a mink." The witch scratched the little beast's chin, and the latter bared her teeth in response and let out a low cry that seemed to warn her not to move an inch, "Wild mink. ”

"I'm not Alzheimer's yet." The village chief was a little helpless, "However, I don't know as much about the beast clan as you do, so whatever you say, just treat it as what it is." ”

"Did you name it?" Glancing at the "mink" who seemed to be getting more and more excited, the village chief asked curiously, "Also, if you don't give any markings, be careful that the hunters in the village will come from the mountains and kill them as ownerless beasts." ”

"Well......" the witch looked at the beast in front of her, "name, I really haven't thought about it. ”

"Hey," she pinched the pad of one of Fang Nuo's forefeet, "they all say that animals in the mountains are psychic, you say, what kind of name do you like, can you tell me?" ”

As she spoke, she also called "Taro" and "Little Black" over, and regarded it as a demonstration for Fang Nuo.

Fang Nuo opened his mouth, feeling that if he didn't respond, he would regret it for the rest of his life - he didn't dare to guarantee that he wouldn't become a second "taro".

After a quick turn of thoughts in his mind, he pretended to be ignorant, and swept out a symbol corresponding to the number "6" on the snow behind him with his tail.

After making sure that the witch noticed the pattern, and that the village chief's eyes were not so sharp and his vision was blocked by himself and the witch's body, he quickly wiped it off with his tail.

All this seems to be just a coincidence that happened in nature, and he Fang Nuo has nothing to do with the "Little Liu" of a certain family of the Huangxian family.

"Six......" The witch stood up and looked at the tail that was swinging from side to side on the ground, constantly sweeping the snow.

"That's right!"

For a long time, just when the village chief was speechless about this scene and turned around to enter the house to continue reading, the witch Yilan clapped her hands, and a "good idea" came from her heart:

"By the way, you just call it 'Six-Six'!"

"Come, Six-Six!" She leaned down and pinched Fang Nuo's two front paws, jerked her body, grabbed Fang Nuo and spun it around, and then took him into her arms, "My good Liuliu, from now on, you must remember this name!" ”

"Every time I mention it, you have to realize that I am calling you!"

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Note 1: Excerpt + Adapted from the poem "She Walks in the Glory of Beauty" by George Gordon Byron.