It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

As soon as these words came out, the sound of everyone's teasing gradually died down. She didn't disrupt the situation, but she also demonstrated her right to speak. She was even shorter than Bai Lin, but she became the focus of the crowd. She just said slowly,

"Well done, Shengzi, Xiaonuo. We are here to welcome you. We have done a great job this time. I hope you can keep it up."

She glanced around and declared this, looking very formal. The knights nodded one after another. And the next second, this brief solemnity immediately disappeared. Under Bai Lin's gaze, the poet calmly patted the other person's shoulder and said,

"As for you, why not give up on Zisha? I've already contacted Qianhua and the boss and will give you a prosthetic limb to play with for two days. I think it's very much in line with your preferences."

"Oh oh? That's pretty good."

Bai Lin's eyes immediately heated up. At this moment, Xiao Nuo touched his nose, turned his head, and asked in confusion,

"What are you talking about, purple yarn, two days of fun?"

Chapter 951 DearGod

The poet glanced at Xiao Nuo who was so confused and said,

"Son, everyone here is one of us, so there's no need to hide anything. Just tell us."

The poet's words were quite polite, but if the topic was thrown to Bai Lin, she might be a little speechless. She scratched her chin and said "ah... um..." for a while, then patted her collar, stood up straight, and looked at Xiao Nuo very seriously.

"Actually, I won't die. Although I'll be damaged to some extent, once I die, I'll have a new, intact body, and I won't be truly dead."

"So, actually, I'm fine."

Hearing this, Xiao Nuo froze in place. Her expression and demeanor were frozen, like a moldy stone. Only the external things were moving, and she had nothing to do with it. After waiting for a long time, she finally opened her mouth and asked a question from the bottom of her heart.

"what--?"

"I'm sorry for making you worry, but it's all due to various circumstances and reasons. It's not that I don't trust you, but if you accidentally let it slip..."

Bai Lin explained quickly, and with the emotional intelligence and intelligence that only appeared when he was not on a mission, he kept coming up with more and more unintelligent ideas. Xiao Nuo widened his eyes and replied,

"You mean you not only lied to me, but you think I'm stupid? You—"

"I didn't say that. Look, you've already noticed that there's something wrong with the conversation between me and the poet. You're quite smart."

"Even a fool can tell something like that's not right. Don't try to fool me like I'm a child! Also, you guys know this too, right? Especially those of you who were assigned to monitor the surveillance footage and handle logistics and command on behalf of the poet! If she had ever demonstrated that kind of ability in this city, you guys would have surely seen it, right?"

Xiao Nuo's expression naturally grew increasingly irritated, and she quickly shifted her focus, trying to get to the bottom of things this way. But the people standing there didn't seem to be trying to hide anything, or rather, they weren't holding back.

At first, they looked at each other seriously. Then, our classmate Qingniao, with her unique and outstanding personality, took on the responsibility of being the first to speak.

"Huh? We all knew about this kind of thing a long time ago. It's not a secret, right? I thought you knew it too, Xiao Nuo?"

After these words were spoken, Shar-Pei hurriedly pulled her sister back, trying to cover her mouth but it seemed too late. Changmao was the first to lose control, trying to laugh but failing to do so, her cheeks puffed out. The eldest sister actually laughed out loud, raising a hand as if to comfort Xiao Nuo, but she couldn't say anything else except a smile.

The strong man couldn't help laughing, but Aiwen coughed twice and said,

"Xiao Nuo, the poet specifically told me not to tell you about this matter. It concerns your growth. I hope you can understand a little."

"Besides, aren't your feelings for the Holy Son genuine? There's nothing shameful about expressing them. Look, the Holy Son doesn't laugh at you..."

Before Aiwen finished speaking, he noticed that Bai Lin was indeed laughing. This seemed to have gone too far. Xiao Nuo was already looking at Bai Lin angrily. Bai Lin naturally did not hold back. She pointed at herself and quickly explained,

"I'm not laughing at you. There's nothing funny about this. Don't I always smile like this when I'm with you?"

"You—take my punch!"

Thousands of words seemed to have lost their meaning at this moment. Because there were too many targets for Xiao Nuo to be angry at, she couldn't find a good outlet for the time being, so she decided to simply vent her anger in a rough way on one person.

"Hey, injured man, don't move. I'm not afraid of death, so you have to be afraid of death too!"

"Stop talking!"

Afterwards, everyone couldn't help but laugh as they watched the quarrel between the master and the apprentice. This part of the story here also came to an end. In the cool morning breeze, there was a joyful new vitality. It was a beautiful and sunny day.

Oh, and in the end, Bai Lin ended the match with a one-handed half-Kimura lock. Well done, Bai Lin!

The knights gradually walked away, leaving as lightly as the wind. Qianhua, who had a deep connection to this incident, raised her hands and clasped them together, as if praying.

It was like a god beyond comprehension descending upon her, yet she and her boss knew best that they were still human. It was human hands that made all this possible.

DearGod

DearPeople

She loosened her hands and walked towards the world filled with light.

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Colorful may not be an absolutely beautiful word. Excessive colors can sometimes make the world seem too messy. After all, this is reality, not a fantasy world that can truly accommodate everything.

But even in reality, there are countless unimaginable wonders. Like the lakeside glaciers that are exactly the same as in the dream, or the Sun City shrouded in harmony and prosperity.

And this place is a fantasy that is comparable to it, born in reality.

A sea of ​​countless flowers intertwined and intersected. They covered the mountains and plains, presenting all the colors of the world on one hillside after another. Under the swaying light and shadow, as if breathing, all the romance and beauty floated out from the stamens and petals.

The sunset glow on the horizon seemed to be tinged with the same vibrant colors as the flowers. A hazy violet, a deep ocean blue, a warm oil-lamp yellow, a vibrant clockwork orange, a sleepy cloud pink... a blood-red, a seductive crimson, a deep crimson, a subtle brown, an unreserved rouge... Their lush, overlapping layers resembled an artistic oil painting. But to capture this beautiful, authentic, and romantic scene with a brush, I imagine it would be exceedingly difficult.

The sense of tangible reality, the overly beautiful sense of otherworldliness, composes the mountain and sky, a sea of ​​flowers. As the gentle, cool night breeze wafts gracefully from afar, the petals covering the mountain flutter in the breeze. Like countless living creatures, they dance freely in the air. While dazzling, the spectacle is neither tiring nor cluttered.

They bring life from afar, gently announcing the darkening horizon to this land. Then, they carry these romantic petals away, delivering the most romantic letters to another corner of the world. They bring poetry and fields to the world, allowing this beautiful scene to unfold across the mountains and plains.

After all, nature is vast and embraces everything. How could it be so narrow that it cannot accommodate so much beauty?

After all, this is the fantasy that exists in reality.

A white figure stood in this world composed of romance, beauty and goodness.

Chapter 952: So corny

Her snow-white, medium-short hair was neatly draped behind her neck. She wore a pristine white gauze dress, also draped over her rather childish figure. However, her aura didn't seem to match the elegance of her attire.

Her red eyes, reflecting the dusk, constantly shifted, like the innocence of a child, yet also resonating with the world, learning from it. All of this made the white seem like a bewildered snowfall.

She held a bouquet of flowers in her hands and wore a wreath on her head. Overall, she didn't seem out of place in this area. After all, apart from her sour face, the girl was still cute.

"What are you thinking about?"

A voice was heard, it was a voice that seemed to blend into the evening breeze, a voice that made people feel extremely natural. When they noticed it, they were instantly brought into obsession by the beautiful and ear-pleasing tone, an irresistible voice.

The white-haired girl was startled, but she seemed to be used to it. Before she turned around, she blurted out,

"Why do you always speak suddenly behind other people's ears? It's very rude, okay?"

There was clearly some dissatisfaction in her tone, but she only received one or two gentle laughs in response. Then, a hand covered the girl's head and began to rub it wantonly.

"Life is like this, full of surprises you can't imagine. When you encounter a romantic and beautiful surprise like mine, you must cherish it. Others want to have it, but they can't."

The evening breeze carried her fresh, uplifting, and slightly frivolous words, and also lifted up her colorful hair that was as colorful as the sunset glow.

The man who had been rubbing the girl's head loosened his grip and walked briskly forward. She looked like a young woman, a rosy halo cascading from her hair, highlighting the tender green. Like a poem of spring, she felt a sense of vitality and beauty.

The same pure white veil also fell on her shoulders, and the gradually rising hazy feeling made her steps look like dancing. And the white color also made her somewhat overly fancy and beautiful appearance seem a little less ostentatious.

Accessories of falling petals and leaves dotted her body like tiny stars. And when she tilted her head slightly, her orange eyes, even more fiery than the setting sun, burned into the hearts of others, just like the breathtaking scenery of this magical place.

And when her smile finally bloomed in the light of the sunset, everything in the world seemed to have stopped. The wind, flowers, and rosy clouds all seemed to have become her foils. Their changes were no longer noticeable, and people only looked forward to her next smile and frown, thinking

If only she could keep smiling like this, it would be fine.

Or, no matter what, she is fine.

Even in this world, she was the absolute focus, the absolute star. Even a small gesture commanded the entire environment, as if this was the perfect stage for her.

The white-haired girl standing before her was no exception, falling into a brief moment of fascination. Even after seeing this so many times, she still couldn't resist it. But soon, the anger she felt at having her hair messed up surged up with her childish temper.

"You, you're so arrogant, but you keep touching my hair!"

"This is to stop you from dwelling on meaningless things and pay more attention to the good around you. Also, I usually call this self-confidence. It's a rare and valuable quality."

A long, teasing voice came from the older girl's mouth. The white-haired girl seemed too lazy to listen to it and ran after him.

It turned out that after she rubbed the other person's head, she ran forward, already planning her escape route. What an incredible childlike innocence.

Under the rosy glow, the two chased each other, playing and fighting, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with them. They were just enjoying the purest joy in the moment.

Before long, the two of them were exhausted. Beside a cave on the side of a hill, the older girl gently embraced the other, swaying in the wind.

The white-haired girl had a rare smile on her face, as if she was enjoying this moment, but the smile quickly faded away. She looked into the distance, as if she remembered something, and asked,

"Poet, when will you leave here?"

The older one, known as the poet, didn't seem to notice the weight of the words, or perhaps she ignored them completely. She scratched her cheek and replied with a smile,

"What's the matter? Are you reluctant to let me go?"

"How is that possible? I'm just asking."

Facing the girl's sensitive heart, the poet did not ask any more questions. She just looked into the distance and said softly,

"I don't know about this kind of thing. Maybe it'll be tomorrow, or maybe I'll never leave."

"Although bards don't stay in one place permanently, how long they stay depends on the bard himself. A year is a temporary stay, and a hundred years is also a temporary stay. Time has different lengths for different people. As for the day when I don't want to stay here anymore, I certainly can't say for sure."

As he spoke, the poet pinched the girl's cheek and made his words more cheerful.

"Latia, do you like it here? I see you've been coming here more and more often lately. It's a good thing to like a specific place!"

As if she was used to being squeezed, Latia did not resist too much. But she did not accept the other party's question, but turned to ask,

"What about you? Do you like it here? If you like it, you will stay here."

The poet smiled and then shook her head gently. She looked at the girl in her arms with her gentle eyes and replied softly,

"It's not that I don't like it, but... I like every place in the world. Staying here isn't a complicated matter of likes or dislikes, but a simpler matter of wanting or not wanting."

"That's just pure intuition, but it can encompass many reasons. Perhaps, Latia, you're one of the reasons I'm staying here."

Hearing this, Latia was slightly distracted, but immediately continued,

"Hey, that's so corny. You must have used this kind of words to trick a lot of little girls, right?"

Chapter 953: Heart towards beauty

"Aren't you just a little girl? You're just suitable for listening to these things, right?"

The poet didn't respond directly, but he didn't refute her either. As for Latia, she began to stir once more in her arms. This time, compared to the previous chase, it was not at all short-lived.

After another round of frolicking, the poet crouched before Latia, who was chewing a small fruit, and solemnly placed the delicate wreath he had made for her on her head. She patted her head again and said,

"You're still young, and you'll always find something you like. If you want, you can come here often. Even if I'm gone, remember to keep your heart focused on the good."

"Hehe, after all, you said yourself that my existence doesn't make you happy."

The frivolous, hazy, and psychedelic words, in line with the evening breeze that stirred up the rain of flowers, gradually faded away along with the poet's smile... and Latia's eyes gradually opened.

At this moment, she was sitting by the campfire. As a species that didn't need to sleep, she hadn't closed her eyes in ages. She didn't know if what she had seen earlier was a dream or just a fragment of hallucination caused by longing.

"Hey, poet, you've been waiting for a long time. We're almost there, let's pack up and go!"

A familiar figure and voice appeared from the distance. Our hero, Bai Lin, was wearing a simple vest and holding another little blond-haired child in his arms. It wasn't so much a hug as it was a grip on her head, forcibly dragging her away.

Xiao Nuo, who was trapped, resisted angrily.

"Let me go! Damn it, you're just playing dirty, it doesn't count."

"Why do I always cheat when I win against you? Have you ever thought that it's your own fault?"

Bai Lin laughed heartily, ignoring the other party's dissatisfaction, shook off his hand, and ran to the cleaning place. Xiao Nuo also turned his face away and immediately chased after him.

Seeing this often seen scene, the poet slowly stood up and straightened her collar. She looked at the sword in her hand and silently said in her heart,

Indeed, it’s time to set off.

After packing their belongings, Bai Lin and the other two set out on this day with light gear. Bai Lin, who usually wore armor, was now dressed in casual clothes for easier movement. Even the poet, always shrouded in shadows, had removed his armor.

It's true. It's a rare occasion for me to wear something like this. It has a bit of a pastoral style and is more in line with this world.

Our little Nuo was wearing a vintage midi dress with a yellow base and leather shoes. This outfit was a perfect match for her lovely appearance, but as we got to know her better, we all knew that beneath her cute exterior, she possessed a ruthlessness that rivaled Bai Lin's.

But all in all, it's pretty cute.

"Aren't we going to the Mediterranean? The merfolk there are obviously very dangerous, right? Are we really not going to encounter any danger?"

Xiao Nuo asked this.

That's right, their destination this time was Davariya, known as the Mediterranean. The ocean was indeed quite large, but strictly speaking, whether it could be considered a sea was still debatable.

Of course, that wasn't the main point. The main point was that the fishmen there were renowned throughout the continent. Their only characteristic was a deep hatred for humanoids, the closer they were to humans, the more they disliked them. This was a stark contrast to the city where Qianhua was, which Bai Lin and the others had previously visited.

If a pure human were to wander among them, they would probably be devoured. Their hatred for humans is truly profound.

Obviously, not everyone could trust the poet as unconditionally as Bai Lin, so Xiao Nuo still questioned this. After all, among these three people, the poet is similar to a human, Bai Lin, who now has the appearance of a half-elf, is even more so, and Xiao Nuo is a person of good family background. If they rashly intruded, they would probably be surrounded.

"Although our combat power is high, they are still numerous. Is it really possible to just treat them as a tourist attraction and pass by them casually?"