When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Seeing the girl's attire, Hong Ming couldn't help hesitating. He took out a deep dress from his sleeve and handed it forward, "I haven't worn this dress before. If you don't mind it, you can start with it..."

The girl froze for a moment, "I'm already dressed."

That's right, now the girl has an extra dress made of seaweed and pearl oysters. The weaving is quite elegant, covering the delicate body on the chest and knees. It is pretty and charming, very attractive.Both Saen and the poet looked at Hong Ming in confusion, and Saen added, "It's only September, so it's not too cold."

Finding that the three aborigines thought the outfit was harmless, Hong Ming froze for a moment, stuffed the clothes back into his sleeves, and turned his head to look directly into the girl's eyes, "Is the girl's body hurt?"

The girl shook her head, "As long as I return to the sea, I can use the spells taught by the goddess to heal my wounds. It doesn't matter now. By the way, my name is Cora, just call me by my name. What's your name?"

Hong Ming froze again, not knowing how to answer this kind of question, it is definitely not a proper way to call a strange woman by her boudoir name, let alone exchanging names.Saen beside him has already said, "His name is Hong Ming, and I am Saen. Don't worry about the one next to me, it's not the same."

The three of them all spoke Chinese, and the poet was sitting on the side smiling, but he didn't understand half a sentence. He only felt that the Sea Elf language of the few people was mellow and pleasant, and it sounded very pleasant.

It seems that the customs of the two worlds are too different, Hong Ming settled down, ignored this section, and continued, "The thing you said about the goddess before..."

"Goddess..." Picking out a relatively smooth boulder, Cora sat down, looked at the distant sea, and sighed. "The goddess of our clan is called Shark, and she is a beautiful woman with the body of a fishtail. It is said that she protected all the cities that suffered from the catastrophe during the catastrophe, turned mortals into a family of sea people, and saved tens of millions of people. The whirlpool of death is also peaceful because of her suppression. In the entire underwater world, she is our only true god and protector. Every 60 years, a sea citizen will be born with red hair and pink skin, who looks like a goddess. When she becomes an adult, she will go to the holy island as the goddess' envoy to sing hymns to wake up the goddess and ensure that the power of the holy island will not dissipate. But the previous envoy was taken away by those evil humans..."

Cora lowered her head sadly, her shell-like smooth and round nails trembled slightly on the stone surface, as if resisting some kind of pain, "We are actually not suitable for living on land for a long time, leaving seawater will dry out our skin , the cheeks and gills peeled off, and the blood filled the eyes and even blinded." She choked up slightly, "And only the singing of the angel can awaken the goddess. The last hundred years have been missed by us. If the sacrifice cannot be completed this time, the goddess will not Will they just sleep forever? Will the whirlpool of death spread because of this? No one knows how terrible punishment they will face, how can they..."

Of course they can... Sarn said silently in his heart, he knew too well how those arrogant and extravagant nobles lived, no one would care about the life and death of this group of sea people, or even the people of the entire Eastern Continent.

"Why don't you send more people to guard the island?" Hong Ming clenched his fists slightly, anger churning in his heart.

"We sent. This time there were more than a hundred guards than last time, but the enemy fell from the sky. There were many people and they were very powerful. Many tribesmen were brutally killed by them. We are only good at fighting in the sea. We are only good at fighting on land. The combat power will be greatly reduced in the sky. And last time I was ambushed as soon as I appeared on the Holy Island, and I didn’t even have time to chant..." Kora looked at the sky nervously, "It's been too long now, the whole The sacrificial ceremony requires a week of uninterrupted chanting, but the holy island will sink to the bottom of the sea again in ten days, and will not reappear until 60 years later. Even if I find all the people of the tribe now and return to the holy island, I am afraid that I will not be able to complete the ceremony... "

"How far is the holy island from here?" Hong Ming asked softly.

Cora looked at the three cautiously, and whispered, "More than 200 nautical miles, very close to the death vortex."

"If I fly at full speed, I can arrive there in one day." Hong Ming said affirmatively, "If you don't worry, I can act as a Dharma protector to protect you through this sacrifice."

"But why...you are not a seaman..." Cora still hesitated. In her world, the few humans she had seen were cruel and terrifying. In fact, she wanted to escape when she went into the sea just now, but in the end Choose to stay.Maybe it's because the man can speak the same language as his tribe, maybe it's because of the embrace that makes her feel safe.

Hong Ming smiled faintly, "I also need to go to the sea to find my own opportunity. Since the goddess you mentioned is a mermaid in the records of Kyushu, then the holy island must have some connection with me. This time it is not just to help you, It’s also about fulfilling my own wishes.”

Such a straightforward answer made Cora feel relieved, and they are indeed very powerful.Tilting her head and thinking for a moment, the girl blinked her big purple eyes and smiled shyly, "If this is the case, tomorrow night is the best time, the full moon will increase the power of singing, and I can complete my chanting within seven days." Task."

"Very good. Depart early tomorrow morning and arrive at night. You can take a good rest here tonight. Priests need to concentrate and calm down. It won't work if you don't have enough energy."

"Wait!" Cora suddenly grabbed Hong Ming's sleeve, and quietly pointed to the bard who was still watching a few people, "If he is not your friend, you must never let him board the holy island together."

Sarn almost laughed out loud, "Don't worry, he won't be able to go."

The matter was settled in this way. When he learned that he was excluded from the action, the poet was very frustrated and sent a nagging, but no one paid attention to his nonsense, and finally decided to wait for Hong Ming to return from the holy island before taking over. He returns to land.In fact, Sarn felt that it would be safer to throw such dangerous people into the bottom of the sea.

As the moon rose, several people gradually slowed down their breathing. The island was simply terrifyingly small. The huge moon wheel that was close to the full moon was hanging high in the sky, full of oppression and silence, the sea breeze was whistling in the ears, and the waves were beating. On the hidden reef, the small figure of the girl curled up on the shallows submerged in sea water, tossing and turning, it seemed that she could never sleep.

After a while, there was a melodious sound of a zither in the air. The sound was so sweet, like a nightingale singing, like rain falling on petals, like the breeze brushing the cheeks when a butterfly flutters its wings, or like a bird. Smoothed the big hand of silk, smoothed the roar of sea wind and waves.The poet did not sing any songs, but simply played the lute, comforting the anxious girl with the sound of the piano.After a while, the girl stopped tossing and fell into a sweet dreamland.

Hong Ming looked at the dark elf beside him who put down his vigilance and listened to the music with all his attention, he couldn't help smiling slightly, and closed his eyes.There is no need to fall into meditation tonight, only the sound of the piano and the waves sleep with him.