Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(324)
The joy of being able to survive instantly overcame the wariness of the strange forest. Xie Ning was carried away and her body radiated with endless strength. Along this graceful path, he strode forward quickly, his face turning rosy.
The moment Xie Ning stepped onto the path, the rustling of branches and leaves slowly sounded from the place where he had laid down last night.
A body with long horns and long ears poked out of the bushes, and an animal body with fur and sheep's hooves stepped out of the grassland - the strange-looking God Pan held a shepherd's flute, opened his eyes, and looked at the bare bushes in confusion.
"Who picked my fruit?"
His voice was like the echo of the howling wind passing through the mist. The Shepherd was confused and asked questions in the ancient language. However, the mountain elves and forest monsters were just silent, and no one came out to respond to the owner of the forest.
yeah! The light is ahead!
Xie Ning forgot about her hunger and strode on the road, her chest filled with optimism.
He could feel it, it was close, it was close! The exit is close, it's...!
He stepped out of the shade of the woods, pushed down the prosperous bushes, like squeezing through a natural defense line, and jumped out happily——
Xie Ning froze in place, his smile stiff.
A group of grown men in strange clothes, with an average height of almost a head above him, holding sharp weapons and carrying huge shields, surrounded an old man like stars, looking at Xie Ning who suddenly jumped out of the forest with a strange expression.
Xie Ning was like a deer caught in the headlights, at a loss and terrified.
...This feeling is like the darkened version of Doraemon taking out any door, and the unknowing Nobita jumped in with his schoolbag on his back, and ended up jumping to Darkseid's lair on Apokolips.
"Oh, King!" cried Philion in the silence. His mother was the princess of Aetolia, and his father was the master of the river, a god named Alps, who was also the most famous in his country. Hero, "This may be an omen. This young man is not a monster in the mountain, but also a messenger who brings the oracle. Let us listen to his words and warn us how the gods declare!"
"You are right, son of Alps," the old king looked at the black-haired young man in surprise, "you are right, this is the appropriate thing to do."
It’s over.
Xie Ning's heart was filled with despair.
I can't understand what they are saying, I can't understand a word...
Moreover, after the brief five thunder strikes, he could see clearly that these big men were not wearing "fancy clothes". The armor on their bodies was extremely brilliant, shining like gold, and they should all be made of bronze. As for the old man, his robe hangs down to his ankles. Although the embroidery on it is brilliant and exquisite, there is no trace of cutting. The folds flow naturally, like the lines of the river. He wears a purple coat on his shoulders, decorated with gold brooches. Rope straps, and a pair of strappy pointed sandals.
Xie Ning has seen, painted, and dismantled this kind of clothing.
The transliterated scientific name of the robe is Kiton, and the transliterated scientific name of the coat is Himachun. Together, they were the basic equipment for ancient Greek citizens.
I'm done, Xie Ning trembled, like a messy chicken in the wind, I'm really done.
The men in front of me all have short hair, with curly bangs covering their foreheads, and some are even wearing hairbands. He has black hair and brown eyes. At first glance, he doesn't look much different from Xie Ning. However, the facial features of this group of heroic men are as deep as ditches. The junction between the eye sockets and the bridge of the nose can hold three liters of water. In addition, they have strong muscles and olive skin that have been exposed to the weather. They are so masculine that it makes people want to die. .
Compared to them, Xie Ning thought of her Asian soft contours and pale complexion that had not seen the light of day all year round——
I am no different from a walking noodle! He made a sad cry.
King Aeson of Eleusis, an old man who has always been highly respected, looked at the strangely decorated young man with beautiful appearance, like a fair-skinned woman. His clothes decorated his slender figure, and what he wore was different from what he had seen in his life. are completely different.
So, he treated the messenger in front of him more cautiously and shouted to him: "That child! If you bring God's will, have mercy on me, an old man, and tell me the omen about the expedition! The fifteen children I gave birth to Five of the sons died in the war to defend the city, and five were killed by the plague. Of the remaining five sons, four were determined to free the people from these years of misfortune and embarked on a journey that pleased the gods. Expedition. Ten months have passed and I have no news from them, so that I can feel peaceful and happy. If you know, please tell me, I sincerely pray to you!"
Xie Ning's expression was dull and her eyes were completely blank.
The old man babbled a lot, and he couldn't understand even half of the rhymes. He turned back slowly and tremblingly, and found that the path had long since disappeared, and the stone pillar behind him stood tall, like an ancient altar.
Just kill me here, Xie Ning couldn't help but smile sadly, what kind of ghost things have happened to me...
Essun begged urgently, but could not hear the boy's answer. He could only see him turning his head and remaining silent.
The fear of losing his soul suddenly rose in the old man's heart. He was trembling all over, but still holding on to the dignity of the king, he cried out sadly: "O messenger of the oracle! Even if you were born of a god, you are not a fatherless and motherless spirit. Have mercy on me, a miserable old man! Bear with the sorrow. Although it is the fate that the gods have imposed on mankind, Zeus has not yet taken away all the joy and happiness. He still wants us to enjoy the joy of the world in virtue. If I don't hear from you, I can't eat or sleep. Could it be that I can't eat or sleep. Didn’t I follow God’s will? Didn’t I teach my sons and ask my subjects to worship the gods diligently?”
His tears and plaintive words aroused the infinite sympathy of the heroes, so that they all became angry and roared as loud as thunder, trying to force the young man in front of them to speak.
...I'm kidding, don't kill me, I really have a seventy-year-old grandma and grandpa waiting for me to come home!
Xie Ning was shaking in panic. His face was pale, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were blank at the same time. He used all his strength to kneel down without losing his legs in shame. Fortunately, he had been hungry all day and his face was already white.
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