She Is Not a Witch

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Who could have imagined that an accidental companionship, an inadvertent invitation, and an extraordinary singing created a miraculous dreamlike scene.

The fluorescent flowers in full bloom, the fruits hanging on the branches, as if stepping into reality from a dream, and coming to the side, it makes people feel so unreal. I just want to touch and watch it repeatedly to affirm my own cognition.

Fruit is a rare thing for the residents on the grassland. Because in this era, transportation and preservation are inconvenient. Fruits from the south are very expensive to be transported to the grassland. Very few people eat it, and even a considerable number of people have not eaten it. Something sweet.

The oily and faintness of the past was washed away by the slightly sour and sweet flesh. An alternative beauty was perceived by people. The venue at night was full of cheers.

"Alani!"

There was a strange cry, and a strong man with a huge voice shouted so loudly.

"Alani!"

Several people nearby also began to shout, they raised their hands high, expressions of excitement.

"Alani!"

"Alani!"

"Alani!"

More and more people joined in, they chanted this name, until the whole venue was immersed in this wave of cheers, and the resounding voices reverberated in the dark field and spread to all directions.

Alani, the daughter of Flame, the girl who cured Kedalen with singing in ancient legends.

Wearing a crown of emerald green branches, wearing a white dress and bare feet, she walked out of the fire, cured Kedalen’s arrow wound with singing, and then let him sleep and rest for three days, regaining her physical strength, and then Kedalen was energetic. , Defeated the king of the wolf head and took him under his command. This is the story recorded in "The Poem of Fire", and it is also one of the origins of the Scarlet Singer.

The world-famous singers of the blue and the singer of the scarlet have always been the highest honor given to the singer.

Lorraine opened his eyes and looked at the cheering and frenzied ocean, feeling a little at a loss.

In the beginning, she just wanted to radiate the natural magic for the effect of playing, but for some reason, as the heart and emotions were immersed in the singing, the light spots formed by these natural magic also formed butterflies, stimulating all around. Plants begin to grow.

The nutrients that were lacking in the past are provided and promoted by magic. When the girl responds from the immersive singing, these young shoots have become big trees with dense branches and leaves, bearing thick fruits.

Niya looked at the girl in the white skirt sitting among the leaves on the roof of the car, as if she had known her roommate for the first time. So this is the real Lorraine? So dreamy, yet beautiful, and far away.

The bard and other travelers beside the vehicle also looked at the green-haired girl in shock. They wanted to ask what they wanted to say, but they couldn’t find any words to describe them. All the adjectives they had learned in the past seemed to be eclipsed and difficult. Open up.

The crowd in the audience cheered Alani’s praise and slowly rushed forward, but when approaching the carriage that the girl was sitting in, they unconsciously wanted to stop, with her bright and clear eyes and features. It's so beautiful that people can't bear to blaspheme this flawless pure existence.

"Everyone stay quiet."

The big shaman who had been silent for a long time finally spoke, and he shook the brass bell on the wooden staff in his hand to calm everyone down.

The crowd of people separated to the sides like a tide. The old shaman with colorful foreheads walked in the middle, followed by several other shamans. They came from several large tribes and could basically represent most of the forces on the grassland.

There are now more than forty tribes on the Gufia steppe, and only 5 have a population of more than two million. They are wolf ears, lion mane, leopard ears, bull head, and antlers. There are many branches under these large tribes. For example, the cave lion is one of the branches of the lion's mane, and the white wolf and the black wolf are one of the branches of the wolf ear.

Today's Great Shaman is a branch of the Antler Tribe, the Hanlu clan. The bifurcated horns on his head are engraved with unknown symbols and words, and there are also small bronze medals and jade stones hanging in them, making the road jingle.

The big shaman walked to the front of the car and stopped slowly. At this time, Lorraine Hill felt it was impolite to sit on the roof of the car, and jumped down, then lightly tapped his toes on the grass, and then stood still easily. .

"Hello, guests who have never met, a new legendary singer." The old shaman spoke in praise, and his long, thick brown beard swayed.

"Hello, I took the liberty to interrupt the conference." Lorrain Hill nodded slightly, and his face was a little embarrassed. When others had a good flame party, he almost extinguished the fire pillars in the arena.

"It's okay, as long as the fire in the altar is not extinguished." The big shaman didn't care and continued.

"And you brought this party is our rare surprise in a century."

"It's been a long time since I heard such a beautiful ballad, maybe the Twilight Brigade back then could not reach this point."

The old shaman sighed slightly, and then asked, "Can you talk about it, not just me, but many people present are longing for the beautiful world you portrayed with singing."

"Me too, very interested."

"No problem, but I want to bring my friends."

Lorraine Hill nodded, then raised his moon-white wrist to point at the ordinary girl sitting in the corner.

The big shaman looked at the slightly shorter ordinary girl, seeming to think of something, and then said, "Is that shofar girl your friend?"

"Yes, no matter when, she is one of my best friends." The girl replied softly, everything is so natural.

Niya looked at the gazes around him, including envy, jealousy, eagerness, and all kinds of gazes. The restless heart suddenly settled down, as if the falling stone finally touched the solid and soft. The ground is so firm and reassuring.

Even if I am so small as a firefly, can I stand with that Mingyue?

Can an ordinary existence like me be seen by the world?

It turns out that I am not a grass scrap on the side of the road, a forgotten existence at any time, even such a humble me can be remembered and recognized by ‘she’.

A stream of heat flows in the heart, warming the humble and weak heart.

Even if you can't get results at the Flame Conference this time~www.readwn.com~ Even if you can't graduate from Emenas, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

The world is changeable and impermanent, just like flowing clouds in the sky, unpredictable, but in such a rough life, she has found a companion who can walk with her.

A good friend is like a treasure.

At this time, the girl with croissants carrying a treasure stood out from the crowd, walked out slowly, standing beside her friend and saying hello to the big shaman.

"Hello, Master Unuk, I'm Niya from the shofar tribe."

The shofar girl with short brown hair lowered her head slightly, and then raised her head again. The face under the moonlight reminded the shaman of the strong and weak face on the night when the wildfire burned.

"Sure enough, it's still you."

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