The snow-white swan fell in front of Zhou Ran, spreading its wings and erecting a barrier. Although this barrier cannot shelter from the wind and rain, it also did its best to isolate all the bad pictures so that Zhou Ran could concentrate better.

The stars on the black sky were bright. When Zhou Ran looked up, she was hitting the pair of snow-white wings.

After looking at this glance, the wings near before us met the distant sky, and the dazzling stars seemed to be buried in their wings in advance. The little swan walked to Zhou Ran with the stars in his arms, spread his wings, and the stars rose from under its wings.

It's like doing magic.

Is this a little swan or a little angel?

Zhou Ran looked at it and felt soft in her heart. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and touched its snow-white feathers.

The swan's eyes swept over Zhou Ran and finally landed on her hand. It stretched its neck and showed a heartache look. It carefully rubbed Zhou Ran's swollen hands, then raised its head to look at Zhou Ran.

The swan's eyes were full of inquiries, and Zhou Ran shook her head and told him with her eyes that it would not hurt.

The swan then relaxed, gently tapped his head, and then helped to sort out the messy nettles together.

But it seemed too tired. After tidying up for a while, it fell asleep. Its eyes closed, but its wings were still open.

Zhou Ran saw red blood in the feathers under his neck, which was a pecking wound left when fighting with other swans.

He had already hidden the wound very well, but Zhou Ran still saw it.

Zhou Ran thought that he probably did not have the pain-free skill, because he was just feeling sorry for her hand. If Xiang Jiangming had the skill, it would not hide the wound like this and expose it generously.

Zhou Ran frowned and gently touched the swan's back.

The little swan opened his eyelids and had a little tired smile in his eyes. Zhou Ran reached out and peeled off the nettles scattered on his body, letting its head rest on his legs, and signaling it to continue sleeping.

The little swan rubbed her wrist and closed her eyes.

As time passed by little by little, the creaking sounds of ghosts disappeared.

The moon began to turn translucent white, and the sun was about to rise. During the morning social interaction, the swan turned back to the human form.

The handsome boy sat there with his arms open, his eyes gently closed, and his face rested on Zhou Ran's legs.

[System message: Congratulations to Xiaoran, on the fourth day, survive]

Zhou Ran woke him up and gave him food to replenish his energy.

The little prince rubbed his eyes, then raised his fair and clean face, took the bread and grinned at Zhou Ran: "Thank you, my beautiful princess sister."

Zhou Ran raised his eyebrows lightly at him as a response, then lowered his head and continued the work in his hand.

The little prince sat next to her, holding bread with slender white and slender fingers, and eating quietly.

As he ate, his eyes swept over her hands and the armor that was knitting in her hands. Although his eyes were distressed, the corners of the little prince's mouth couldn't help but lifted up.

She is knitting my sweater.

Can I take this dress away after the copy is over?

This is the first time she has knitted it for me. Can I take it away? Is it OK?

At this time, the thrush woke up.

When the bird opened its eyes, it immediately flew over and stood on his shoulder, cried and stretched its neck and said to the prince, "My poor prince, blame me!"

The little prince raised his head and said in confusion: "What are you blaming you?"

Thrush: "I was the one who caused Alisa to speak and killed your ten brothers!"

When the little prince heard this, he said oh.

Thrush: "Don't you punish me?"

The little prince thought for a while and said, "Beautiful job."

Thrush: "?"

The sun rose, and the little prince could no longer stay here.

He stood up and said goodbye to Zhou Ran, and then turned back to the swan again. The swan spread its wings and turned its head to fly towards the sea.

It must fly there before it fully recovers from human form.

After the swan left, Zhou Ran continued to weave armor without sleep. She ate a little bread when she was hungry and drank some wine when she was thirsty. She didn't stop resting at other times until the fifth day when night fell.

The moon hangs on the branches and the birds are singing. Zhou Ran is getting faster and faster and more skilled, but even so, she is still missing her sleeves but not knitting it.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the distance, and in addition to the footsteps, there was also the sound of a scepter poking on the stone.

The birds' crisp singing stopped, replaced by the crow's hoarse voice. Zhou Ran smelled the danger and temporarily stopped the work in her hands.

The air was filled with a suffocating tension.

[Love Shanghai Blue: Ahhhhhh, nervous

Luke: Is the ultimate showdown coming?

White grave: Miss, weave quickly, weave quickly! ******* is here!

Seawall:****

Burning lamb legs: Come on, speed up, wuwuwu I'm so nervous!]

Zhou Ran looked up and found that it was the king. This time it was not only the king, but also many people followed him, like an army, with the old archbishop among them.

The Archbishop had a gloomy face and his eyes were full of hostility.

It was this girl who made the puppet king he taught carefully become disobedient.

The Archbishop did not like the king to grow up, nor did he liked his rebellion, so the Archbishop had to find a way to kill this little girl of unknown origin.

The king came over, half-kneeled in front of Zhou Ran, and said with a worried look: "Alisha, why did you run out? Are you injured?"

Zhou Ran shook her head and continued to weave her sleeves.

Weave your right hand first.

If you don't have time to weave a complete armor, at least you can hold a sword with your right hand.

If no variables happened, she could weave this armor without a left hand before the little swan flew back.

The king asked a few times, but Zhou Ran still did not answer.

He was slightly impatient and grabbed Zhou Ran's hand: "Don't weave it for now. Answer me, you... are you a witch in the forest?"

Zhou Ran shook her head, hoping that he could stop and not disturb her again.

When the king saw her shake his head, he immediately showed a look of joy. He let go of his hand and looked back at the Archbishop and the soldiers: "She said she was not! I said she was not, she could not be a witch with ill-gotten plots!"

The Archbishop snorted: "I didn't hear her say a word."

The king was a little anxious: "She said!"

Archbishop: "Don't be willful, let me ask her."

After the Archbishop said that, he walked over with a scepter.

He stood in front of Zhou Ran despite the king's obstruction, leaned down and asked her: "Are you a witch in this forest, pretending to be a beautiful girl to seduce the king who just succeeded to the throne?"

Zhou Ran shook her head.

Archbishop: "You can't just shake your head. I want you to swear to the Lord in front of everyone, saying you are not a witch, saying you are innocent, can you?"

Zhou Ran still shook her head and rejected his proposal.

The Archbishop sneered and said to the soldiers: "See, she can't swear to the Lord. She is the witch in the forest! You all know how terrible this cemetery is. How could such a weak little girl sit here peacefully without any fear?"

When the soldiers heard this, they started to talk.

The soldier who gave Zhou Ran a short blade frowned and said disagreeingly: "I don't think she is a witch."

The Archbishop looked at him coldly, and the soldier was so scared that he dared not speak again.

The soldier could only look at Zhou Ran from a distance, anxious and didn't know how to rescue the poor little girl.

He said to the soldier next to him: "That's a kind girl. If you have ever contacted her, you will know that she must not be a witch."

The soldier next to him shook his head: "I think the Archbishop is right. Ordinary girls will be scared to death in this cemetery."

The other soldiers also retorted: "I think so too, only witches will not be scared to death by those ghosts, right?"

The soldier stomped his feet helplessly.

Archbishop: "She must be the witch in this forest. She wants to seduce our noble king. This is a death sentence. Please allow me to kill her!"

The king said anxiously: "No!"

But at this moment, no one spoke for her except the king.

The servants and soldiers were not all convinced that the little girl was an evil witch, taking the idea of ​​their country.

If she is innocent, why wouldn't she dare to swear to the Lord?!

The servants and soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, raised their weapons and shouted: "Kill her, kill her, kill this witch with ill-conspiracy!"

The sound was noisy, and Zhou Ran pursed her lips lightly.

While she was alert to the surroundings, she roughly calculated her speed.

If we could delay a little time, it would be possible. Zhou Ran thought that at this moment, only the king was willing to stand on her side.
To be continued...