Runeland: My Cold Fox Chinese version of the game

"If you want to master the rules of Vastaya language, you must first study Vastaya grammar in depth, and fully understand its unique sentence-making rules!"

The new Lorant female teacher was standing next to Jincheng, patiently explaining every key point.

Jincheng was learning quickly under her guidance.

The female teacher's somewhat coquettish voice seemed to have a kind of magic, which made people feel itchy.

But Jincheng only had learning in his eyes.

"You should practice writing and pronunciation more often, read more books and literature in Vastaya language, and more importantly, dare to speak out! Only by continuous practice can you really use this language proficiently."

The teacher taught Jincheng how to start a conversation.

Jincheng spoke a beautiful tone confidently.

The Lorant-style Vastaya language is difficult to learn at first, but after learning it, it sounds like a lark singing, which is very pleasant to the ear.

"When you encounter new words or phrases, be sure to write them down in time so that you can review and consolidate them at any time in the future. As long as you persevere, I believe you will be able to learn Vastaya well!"

Man's beautiful face looked particularly attractive under the sunlight.

At this time, Jincheng was still concentrating on Man's guidance, and the pen in his hand kept recording the key points.

Learning a new language is not easy, and Jincheng has faith to support it.

And this teacher named Man, Lorant, would sneak a glance at Jincheng from time to time.

Seeing this handsome and powerful human man in front of her obsessed with diligence and learning, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Because since she came here to teach, she has tried to seduce Jincheng many times, but each time she was ruthlessly rejected by the other party.

Although Jincheng would pay her a generous reward as agreed - those cold gold coins, for Man, these were far from satisfying her deep desire.

Simply put, Man was itching to see Jincheng.

At first, Man thought she could make a fortune from Jincheng.

After all, with her beauty and charm, almost no human or Lorant people she had met before could resist her.

However, what she never expected was that Jincheng not only had no reaction to her temptation, but also her learning progress was beyond imagination.

So that the money-making life could not continue.

Under Jincheng's repeated urging, she could not slow down the pace of teaching at all, and could only go all out to teach all the knowledge she knew.

When Victor hurried to report to Jincheng with a table drawing table, he saw Jincheng trying hard to learn a new language.

Seeing that Jincheng was still working hard, Victor said that he knew why Jincheng knew so much.

Jincheng was really hard-working. His English was very poor in his previous life. He was an individual with no language talent at all. Now he is desperately and self-disciplined to learn various languages.

Finally, after learning to a certain extent, Lian Man said that she could no longer teach Jincheng anything.

In just twenty days, Jincheng completely mastered a language, and even spoke in a tone that sounded like a Vastaya.

…

In the depths of the vast and lush northern forest far away from humans, Jincheng sat like a statue as steady as a mountain.

The sun cast mottled light and shadows through the gaps in the dense leaves, reflecting on his resolute and focused face.

Jincheng, this outstanding beast spirit walker, is by no means the kind of person who wantonly squeezes out the power of nature and fishes out all the fish.

For him, nature is not only an environment for survival, but also a close partner.

As beast spirit walkers, they have an innate affinity with nature, as if they can listen to the voices of all things and feel the breath of the earth.

At this moment, Jincheng closed his eyes and sat quietly on a huge and smooth stone.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirping of birds.

This peaceful and tranquil atmosphere seemed to freeze time.

Suddenly, Jincheng trembled slightly as if he felt the call of some mysterious power.

It turned out that his keen perception captured the subtle changes in the magical fluctuations around Ionia.

This magical resonance made Jincheng slowly open his eyes, looking at the stream in the distance with a sharp gaze.

Then Jincheng carefully took out a feather from his arms and looked at it carefully.

This feather was a rich purple, and its color was deeper and more solemn than the wings that Xia usually showed to the outside, and even had some slight curls at the corners.

Jincheng stared at the feather in his hand and whispered softly: "This is Xia's intimate feather!"

Jincheng thought of poor Xia.During those days, he held Xia tightly in his arms, enjoying the warmth brought by her soft body.

Therefore, Jincheng had already understood the unique physiological structure of the Lorant tribe through personal touch.

Jincheng was not the kind of frivolous person who could not move his feet and lost his mind when he saw a beautiful woman.

Everything he did had a clear motive and far-reaching purpose.

The feather as a medium was grasped by Jincheng, who absorbed nutrients like a dry sponge and quickly started his journey of learning and imitating Xia.

The [Heart of the Shapeshifter] that was hidden deep in his body and had been dormant had already burst into dazzling light.

As if receiving a mysterious and ancient call from Ionia, Jincheng felt a wonderful energy surging into his heart like a tide, which was the unique innate power of the shapeshifter.

Jincheng got started and felt the imprint of the Lorant tribe in Ionia.

So, less than a day had passed, when a slender figure slowly walked out of the dense forest.

It turned out to be a Lorant person with an upright posture and elegant temperament!

Behind this Lorant person stretched a gorgeous and noble purple wing, each feather shone with a charming luster, as if it was inlaid with countless tiny gems.

And his original feet had now turned into sharp claws like birds, but it did not affect his agility and elegance at all.

Jincheng adapted to and mastered the unique way of walking of the Lorant people at an astonishing speed, as if he was born to be a member of this race.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was the 38th day.

The long loneliness made Xia, who was originally full of energy, become listless, like a flower that gradually withered without the sun.

Her once bright and beautiful feathers now look dull and have lost their former glory;

That beautiful face is full of endless sorrow, which makes people feel pity.

During this difficult period, even Jincheng, who has always cared for Xia, has never appeared by her side.

It seems that everyone has forgotten her in this corner abandoned by the world, leaving her alone to bear this heavy loneliness.

Xia's inner desire is getting stronger and stronger. She even has the idea of ​​participating in labor reform and moving bricks at the construction site.

For her at this time, being able to fill her empty heart through labor may be a rare comfort.

Even if she is nagged by Jincheng, she doesn't care.

What really makes her feel miserable is the loneliness that lingers around her all the time. It is like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling Xia's throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

So that Xia's originally indestructible defense line in her heart began to crumble.

However, just when she was about to give up resistance, fate seemed to intentionally give her a chance to breathe.

Until tonight, a sudden huge commotion broke the original tranquility around the prison.

Even Xia, who was in the prison, could clearly see that in the dark night, the blazing fire illuminated half of the sky.

After a night, when the dawn just fell on this land, a handsome Lorant compatriot was roughly escorted by a group of hideous guards and slowly walked into this gloomy and terrifying prison.

Because the Kunlong suppression function used to suppress the prisoners' abilities in the prison where Luo had been had long been abandoned and ineffective.

Therefore, the new Vastaya and Xia were imprisoned together in this cramped cell.

At first, Xia looked at the guy who had just been thrown here with a blank face:

He was holding the prison door tightly, and fearlessly shouted all kinds of protest and angry words to the arrogant human guards outside the door.

However, facing his roar and roar, the guards remained indifferent, as if they regarded him as air.

Just when Xia was hesitating whether to remain silent, the handsome Lorant man with purple feathers on his body suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Xia.

When he saw that the person in front of him was a member of the Lorant clan, he was stunned for a moment, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

Then, like a deflated ball, he silently curled up in the corner of the cell and never made any sound again.

However, Xia, who had been suffering in prison alone for a long time, could not bear such unbearable loneliness.

Finally, for the first time, she took the initiative to a man. She whispered to the new compatriot:

"Who are you? Why were you caught here?"

"My name is Luo!" LuoxiaFlying with the lone wild goose, the autumn water and the sky are the same color.

In the Vastaya language system, there is a huge difference between the pronunciations of "Luo" and "Luo".

Luo nervously swallowed his saliva, completely ignoring his dirty face, and quickly lay on the door of the prison. After looking around, he said:

"Hello! I am a member of the Lorant tribe from the far east Kunwu land. I have come here all the way without any trouble."

"There is only one purpose - to save our Vastaya's great hero Xia! Please, auntie, have you seen Xia here?"

Before he finished speaking, Luo desperately stretched his head towards the prison door. He looked into each prison, trying to see clearly which cage Xia was imprisoned in.

Hearing the name "auntie", Xia, who was originally weak and full of anger, couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows violently twice.

However, despite being very dissatisfied with this title, when she saw the noble purple clothes worn by the guy in front of her, all her doubts instantly disappeared.

After all, for Xia, who has always been quite narcissistic, her unique feather color is a rare and precious color in the world.

This rare purple naturally became a symbol of nobility.

So, just based on this point, she firmly believed that what the man in front of her said was true.

Not only that, Xia even looked down on Luo's golden green feathers.

In the eyes of this self-esteem girl, only those who have rare and charming purple feathers like herself can be called truly elegant and noble.

Perhaps, this is the common personality trait of those pretentious women.

"I asked you what you are here for?" Xia asked again.

Luo answered seriously: "Of course I am here to save her! I have heard that Xia's partner Luo escaped and Xia was imprisoned here. I must save her!"

Xia frowned slightly and asked Luo: "Then why did you come to save her?"

Luo looked at this guy with average looks, bad skin, some nerve problems, and dirty, who looked ten years older, with a strange look on his face.

"Of course it's because of Xia's deeds!" Luo said as a matter of course.

Then Luo began to tell a story about his miserable childhood.

The tragic protagonist of the story was replaced by the Vastaya, which resonated with Xia.

"Xia's heroic deeds have already infected me. She is like the sun, guiding me to fight for the future of Vastaya." Luo's emotions were ups and downs.

Xia thought for a moment and said, "Why do you want to follow her now?"

Luo smiled and said excitedly:

"Of course it's because I heard that Xia is the most beautiful woman in the Lorant tribe. She had Luo by her side before, so why would I come here to be a light bulb! Now I heard that the bastard abandoned Xia, so of course I came to save her!"

In the final analysis! I just like beautiful girls!

Xia raised her head and looked at the man with cold eyes.

The man was tall and handsome, exuding an irresistible charm.

According to the aesthetic standards of the Lorant tribe, he was tall and burly, and his whole body was full of vigor and mysterious magic.

"I must make her my partner!" Luo vowed, his voice firm and powerful.

Hearing this, Xia's heart couldn't help but move, but she tried to control her emotions and put on a reserved look.

However, the deep desire to escape from the predicament finally overcame her reserve, and she slowly said: "I am Xia."

Luo was slightly stunned at first, then raised a contemptuous smile at the corner of her mouth and laughed mercilessly:

"You are Xia? Hahaha, auntie, don't joke! As everyone knows, Xia is about the same age as me and is well-known for her beauty."

"Please tell me clearly, where is the real Xia imprisoned?"

Faced with such humiliation, Xia was so angry that she almost laughed out loud, and she asked with her eyes wide open: "Huh? I'm right here, can't you recognize me?"

Luo was not moved at all, just found it interesting, and said:

"How dare you call yourself Xia? Xia's face gathers all the good qualities of the Lorant people, her feathers shine with charming luster, and the various styles between her eyebrows are as intoxicating as the spring water by the Seine River...

As for you, aunt, why don't you take a good look at yourself now?"

Before she finished speaking, Luo performed a little trick and conjured up a mirror and handed it to Xia.

"If you are really Xia, then I will no longer love Xia, and I don't want to marry her!" Luo said.