Release that Witch

Tired to sink into the sea to sleep for a while, wake up and move on; thirsty to drink a few mouthfuls of rain, hungry to catch two fish to eat.

This day, Joan has not known how long it has been.

At the beginning, she also tried to record the time according to the change of day and night, but after missing one or two times, the error went from heaven to week, and then from the week to the moon... Now she doesn’t know how long she has been swimming, but... at least For half a year?

At the thought of this, Joan was bent on crying. In fact, she also cried many times, but the tears soon merged into the sea and turned into a part of the sea.

So tired.

very tired.

When you sleep, you can't relax and float on the sea, because it will attract the Osprey or other predator. Even if you can't eat her, you will have a painful sip for a few days, not to mention the sea ghosts and the monster ships. Possible.

In fact, in the past six months, Joan has met with the enemy several times.

Every time she feels scared out of the soul.

Fortunately, she can always get rid of each other with speed, although sometimes she will accidentally add two or three wounds to her body.

The scales that have been praised by the sire have now been damaged, and the exposed skin is like a strange white spot. Due to the fact that it has been soaked in water, some wounds have already become corrupt. What's even worse is that the parasites treated her as a new host, carrying a carapace at her wounds and getting home, and every time I pulled it down, I felt a pain in my heart.

Originally, this body was not beautiful, and now it looks even more ugly.

She missed the soft bed of Wintertown and the arms of Wendy.

I miss the unfettered life without worrying about safety.

In addition, although there are many fish that can be eaten in the sea, they can only be eaten raw. It is clear that there is nothing to do before, but now I always feel that the smell in my mouth is lingering.

She wants to eat the lightning and roast the chicken wings.

Thinking about Joan, she would cry out, but even if she couldn’t stop her tears, she didn’t stop the swing of her tail.

However... How long does it take to travel back to the original point?

She is faster than most fish.

Even the snow winds under the shackles are far behind.

According to the approximate time, her journey to the present should be enough to go back and forth five times from no winter to the shadow island, but why can't the front still see the end?

What world is round, your majesty...will not lie to her?

If Roland’s majesty really deceived her, she will have the opportunity to see him later, so she must... must use scales to shave his face!

However, it must be seen before...

Joan took a deep breath and gave himself a breath, never give up! She wants to go back to everyone!

A series of "吖-吖-吖-" sounds are floating on the sea.

After a while, the same echo came from afar, "吖-吖-"

Joan trembled and looked incredulously in the direction of the sound source. Today's weather is not too good. The sea is always misty, and the visibility is less than a few kilometers. It is like the shadow island in the low tide. . Seeing that nothing was found, she violently swam in that direction for a few minutes, finally capturing a black outline in the mist.

It looks...just like a reef standing above the water.

Joan couldn’t help but have a heart.

She knows that because of the visual effects, many seemingly inconspicuous objects in the sea are actually giants. Being able to stand on the surface like a reef, it will not be small, and it can be a big mountain. And the mountains have appeared, will the land be far behind?

It’s hard to see what you see, it’s the desperate mountain range?

When Joanton felt a lot of strength in his body. She puts the speed to the limit, shoots a series of splashes on the sea, and rushes toward the shadows.

As the distance gets closer, the black outline under the mist gradually emerges.

It is indeed a mountain, but the mountain is not a western port, but a flat island. The back of the island seems to be connected to the wider continent, but the two are too far apart to see.

In any case, land is better than nothing.

Joan played a 12-point spirit and swam the nearest beach on the island.

When she landed, she noticed that the island was probably a little bigger than the largest island in the fjord. Apart from the lush flat-topped mountain, there was almost no ups and downs, and it was flat like a grassland.

In fact, it is indeed a grassland.

Compared to the barren islands in Joan’s impression, it seems that it is completely unaffected by salty sea breeze and various climatic conditions. The foot is full of grass that has just touched the ankles, and occasionally one or two blooming flowers. She couldn't imagine a place where the tsunami could destroy all the vegetation and why. Together with the fog surrounding the island, there is a sense of a fairyland isolated from the world.

Turning the tail fin into legs, Joan slowly walks toward the center of the island.

Gradually, there were some stone monuments on the grass. She didn't care about it at first, but in a short while, these stone monuments were arranged in neat rows, though they were of different sizes.

And the closer to the center of the island, the more stone monuments, even rounded into a circle around the back, and gathered inward, as if erected around what.

Such a scene, she seems to have seen it...

Joan crouched down in front of a stone tablet and carefully examined the body of the monument—there was a trace of chiseling on it, but it was a pattern that was hand-drawn, or a meaningful text, and Joan could not recognize it. But to her surprise, these stones are filled with old-fashioned atmosphere, which does not cover too much dust, as if it is often taken care of.

Is it... Who lives on this island?

Not far away, Joan suddenly slammed.

There was a huge pothole in front of her eyes. The square is probably a few kilometers wide. The inside of the cave is not deep, and the arc of the edge is also smooth, which is not formed by natural collapse. And the stone monuments are arranged in layers around the tiankeng, forming a "corrugation" that spreads out.

She vaguely remembered something and looked up into the sky - in the misty mist, the outline of the red moon is still clearly identifiable. It is obvious that one is at the top of the dome and one is at the foot. The size of the two is very similar, as if it were a mold. She even came up with a weird idea. If the red moon falls, should it just fill the hole?

"Hello." Just then, a beautiful voice came from behind her.

“吖————!” Joanton was shocked and screamed, turned and slammed back two steps, and hit a stone tablet.

The latter also seemed to be shocked. He couldn’t speak for a long time. It took a long time for him to say, "That... are you okay?"

At this time, Joan discovered that the speaker is not a monster, but a beautiful young woman. She wore a long white dress, and the long black hair was divided into two bunches of hanging chests. It looked refreshing and refined, and it made people feel good at first sight. It’s just that there is a little bit of disappointment. I don’t know if it’s time to come up to Fu Qiong, or to continue watching.

"Yaya--"

Joan wanted to ask who you are, and the result was just a series of calls. She has not talked to people for half a year, and her language ability has once again deteriorated to the level of her independence.

However, the other party seemed to understand her meaning, and there was a sense of loneliness in her eyes, but even so, she replied with a smile.

"I?...just a watchman trapped here."