Chapter 243: Wonderland in fairy tales

"It's not a witch novel ( to find the latest chapter!

For Lorraine Hill, singing is not difficult after studying with Mrs. Felia,

but she still prefers to sing alone to express her emotions. If you perform in

public, you have to take care of everyone's preferences. It's not annoying,

it's just a little more restrained and a little less comfortable.

But occasionally it's okay to vent your feelings and thoughts to the outside

world.

Light-colored leather shoes stepped on the steps, revealing white socks,

Lorrain leaped slightly, and then gently landed on the roof of the carport,

surprised the poetess who was originally on the top of the carport, and then

the cyan pair The ponytailed girl stretched out her fair wrist.

"Could you lend me the piano?" The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.

"Okay...Okay." The bard handed the sitron in his arms in a little surprise,

then jumped off the roof of the car, leaving the girl alone. The people below

stared at the elf-like girl, widening expectant eyes, ready to listen.

Lorrainhill plucked the strings, and there were several pleasant echoes from

the wooden box of the piano body.

What to sing, Lorraine Hill thought, logically speaking, she should go to the

village and sing some songs praising battle, heroism, and passion. But he

hesitated a little, and didn't want to. If you don't like it, you don't like

it.

She doesn't like fighting and killing things. The picture she wants to see is

that everyone can sit down and live happily together. She doesn't know if she

can do it, but she still wants to convey the kind of beauty she expects in her

heart.

With the change of thinking, the tuning notes in the hands also slowly

changed, and finally, the soft and brisk music sounded by the campfire.

At first it was a clever plucking sound of strings, and then a singing sound

resembling clear spring water.

"It's going to start"

"The night world has moved"

"Little Dot is blinking"

"Turn and turn, that gorgeous dance step"

"Welcome to the forest"

The clear singing voice gradually led everyone’s minds into an ethereal and

mysterious world. It was a secluded forest of fireflies dancing, in which

flowers were blooming in the moonlight, and a few small figures danced among

the flowers. They had butterfly wings and hands. Waving a fairy stick with

scattered stars on it.

"Sometimes a little disturbing"

"Sometimes to make pranks"

"How to say it's so magical"

"It's on our side"

"Come and ride the three rhythms"

"Welcome away, welcome to the forest (Welcome!)

The girl closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes quivered slightly, her soft

voice was ethereal and pure, and everyone's hearts seemed like orchids under

the moonlight, swaying slightly in the night breeze.

"The night world is ringing"

"This heart is more free than anyone else's"

"Gently sway this phantom Xuanwu"

"Welcome to the forest (Welcome!

With the plucking of the strings, the little fluorescent lights slowly fly in

the air, adding a tranquil beauty to this noisy world, and then these little

fluorescent lights chase each other, surround, and slowly turn into emerald

green butterflies.

"Look over there, look over here"

"Looking for something to relieve boredom"

"What are you going to do next? 』

"Let me think about it"

"These days are so incredible"

"Not bad too"

"Okay, come to the depths of the forest (the depths of the forest...like

pulling...start!

The emerald green butterflies flew all over the sky, landed on the shoulders

of the girl, landed on the grassy field, landed on the burning flames, landed

in people's hearts.

Small seeds began to sprout, vines and green branches spread on the ground,

they grew recklessly and unrestrainedly, and the small branches continued to

climb, slowly turning from small trees to large trees with dense shade.

The fire was covered and wiped out by the growing emerald green branches and

leaves, and it was dim all around. The whole venue was plunged into the

forest. The vines were erected and connected among the branches, and the

blossoming blue orchids on the vines emitted a little fluorescence. Decorate

and dress up the entire venue.

The cold moonlight shone from the sky and swayed between the shades of the

trees, and the girl's long cyan hair was also plated with a light silver

layer, forming a stage like a fairyland.

"This floral fragrance wraps the body"

"Strolling in the place we have been waiting for"

"Let us dance dreamlike and joyously"

"Small moon, little stars, little dots"

"This is where we face each other"

"Let's dance gorgeously and fiercely"

"This is the stage where time is eliminated"

...

The original noisy venue was quiet, only the girl's light singing voice

surrounded the forest and moonlight, washing the deposited hostility, the

fanatical eyes gradually softened, and the restless heart gradually calmed

down.

It turns out that there are more beautiful things in this world besides

fighting and killing.

How long has it been so calm? The old big shaman looked at the girl who sang

the piano, and the thoughts in his heart seemed to float to the far past.

Orcs with various characteristics, they also lived around the world a long

time ago. There are snow-capped mountains, forests with piles of leaves,

tranquil lakes, flowing rivers and sunsets, and endless and long distances.

Sky.

Since when did everyone become so narrow-minded?

It seems that fighting has become the whole life. Is dying in the process of

killing really a kind of happiness?

Is there really only one choice in life?

Kedalen, the king of fangs, only taught the orcs how to fight, but did not

tell how to live after the battle. Because his life is spent in battle, must

future generations also be spent in battle like him?

Problems that had never been thought of before began to emerge in the heart of

this great shaman, and a new perspective and world began to spread in his

heart.

Perhaps for so many years, their thoughts have been drilled in a narrow

spiral, ignoring and forgetting a lot of things.

The world on the grassland is monotonous and boring, and the lack of diversity

leads to the same in daily life. For a long time in such a closed and

monotonous world, thinking is unknowingly alienated by its influence, becoming

extreme and narrow.

Just as the old shaman was immersed in reflections on the past, the singing in

the venue finally came to an end and slowly came to a curtain call.

"Let's dance gorgeously and fiercely"

"This is the stage where time is eliminated"

The clear and beautiful singing gradually stopped ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The many

audiences in the venue still did not move, still immersed in the beautiful

world and dreams.

Until a heavy fruit fell from the branch and hit the shoulder of a wolf-eared

audience, he picked up the green and full fruit in the grass, and after

breaking it, the light red flesh exuded an attractive fragrance.

With one bite, the overflowing and sweet juice fills the mouth, refreshing and

shocking people's spirits.

Looking up, the emerald green branches are covered with red, green, and yellow

colorful fruits. These exquisite fruits are crystal clear and full, which is

lovable.

The breath of harvest was filled with exclamation and joy of everyone, like a

fairyland in a fairy tale.

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites"

below to record this (Chapter 242 Fairyland in Fairy Tales) reading record,

and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!

If you like "I'm Not a Witch", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ,

blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! ! ()