Chapter 212 This is another price

Wan'an didn't want to talk to Xie Juanchao anymore for a short time. She looked at Wu Ling who was drinking water and said, "I promised you to take me to Fairy Tale Town and I would sing to you. What do you want to hear?"

She always kept her word, even if it was just a crow she promised.

She sang, but she couldn't guarantee whether she would listen to it or not.

Fortunately, she has always had the advantage of having a good voice.

"Little Nightingale, can I sing any song?" Wu Ling said excitedly.

As a crow with a hoarse voice, it knows that its cries have always been disgusting to humans.

Even if Wuling never cares about what sounds humans like, it will still feel hurt if humans chase it away every time it speaks.

They are both birds, but they are curious about two kinds of birds.

One is a magpie that is loved by humans, and the other is a nightingale with a beautiful voice.

Wan'an is the first nightingale it has seen. Every time he talks to Wan'an and listens to her beautiful voice, Wu Ling feels calm and peaceful.

It also knows that the nightingale not only has a beautiful voice, but also sings very charmingly.

Even if he can't have the same voice as a nightingale, Wu Ling feels very satisfied if he can hear a nightingale sing once.

"I don't choose. Little Nightingale, as long as it's sung by you, I like it." Wu Ling's dark eyes were filled with sincerity.

Wan'an turned his head to look at Wu Ling's serious expression, thought for a moment, and said, "I have heard a song called Crow. Let me sing this song."

"Okay, okay." Wu Ling was also a crow when he heard this, and became even more excited.

Xie Junchao heard the crisp calls of the nightingale and the hoarse call of the crow in his ears. The voices merged, and they were obviously talking.

Although I couldn't understand what Wan'an and the others were talking about, looking at their expressions and movements, it was obvious that the two birds were having a lively chat.

Then, Xie Juanchao saw Wu Ling standing obediently at the edge of the table, leaving the center of the table to Wan'an.

Wan'an kicked a disc with his claws and looked at Xie Junchao.

Xie Juanchao tentatively placed the smooth disc in the center of the table, and as expected, he saw satisfied appreciation in Wan An's eyes.

Taking long strides, Wan An walked into the plate, stood up, and started singing.

As the carriage drove along the path, one could hear the sweet chirping of nightingales.

"Just think that I am unlucky and cannot have good luck. I only hope that you can sense it from afar..." After singing the song, Wan'an called Xie Juichao: "Water."

Xie Juanchao did not need to be reminded of Wan'an's performance this time, so he poured a glass of water appropriately and adjusted the water temperature until it was not cold before giving it to Wan'an to drink.

Wuling lowered his head and remained silent after listening to the song. He was very puzzled: "Little Nightingale, why do humans hate me? Is it because my voice is not nice?"

"Of course not." Wan An retorted, she explained: "It's just that humans can't understand what you are saying and will misunderstand some of your performance."

"You see, this human being can sometimes understand some of my needs." Wan'an raised his wings and pointed at Xie Juanchao.

"Yeah, he is one of the few humans I have seen who is not so stupid." Wu Ling nodded.

It has seen it all these times. Even if the little nightingale has difficulty communicating with this human language, most of what the little nightingale wants to express can be understood by this human being.

"Because of the language barrier, humans can't understand what we say, but they can guess the general meaning from some of our body performances." This was the first time Wan'an had a serious conversation with a bird.

She had no experience, so she just expressed her thoughts.

"If you combine some action performances, even if humans can't understand, they can roughly guess it." Wan'an said, raised his paw and kicked the teacup again, waved it at the same time, and said: "Heat the water."

"Is the water cold?" Xie Junchao asked, raising his hand to touch the tea cup and adding some hot water to it.

Wu Ling looked surprised.

It nodded wildly: "I understand, little nightingale."

"We can understand human speech, but humans cannot understand us. It must be because humans are too stupid." Wu Ling spoke very firmly.

It concluded: "So we can only try to take care of humans and use some body movements so that humans who are too stupid to understand what we say can easily understand what we mean."

Wan'an: "..."

She tilted her head and listened to Wu Ling's summary, feeling that something was strange.

But seeing that Wu Ling was no longer decadent and had achieved his goal, he no longer struggled.

"Speaking of which, I wish I were a parrot. It would be more convenient to be able to talk." After being a bird for a long time, he finally experienced the freedom of flying, but Wan'an also realized the inconvenience.

"But little nightingale, you sing beautifully." Wu Ling comforted.

Humans are a little stupid and can't understand the language of their birds.

Wu Ling guessed that the little nightingale sang so beautifully and was so resentful that she was not a parrot. It must be a pity that the song she sang was incomprehensible to humans.

It said: "Even if humans can't understand your song, little nightingale, I like it, and Uncle Eagle will also like it. Everyone in the forest has been looking forward to seeing a little nightingale and hearing it sing."

"Was the little nightingale singing just now?" Mu Gang, who was driving a carriage outside, couldn't help but put his head in.

The nightingale has a beautiful voice, and the tuneful chirping just now was very much like a song.

Not to mention, the tune sounded a bit familiar to Mu Gang.

"This is the first time I have heard a nightingale sing. Can the little nightingale sing again?" Mu Gang said excitedly.

It only took more than five minutes to sing one song, and Wan An drank two glasses of warm water before he could calm down.

Hearing Mu Gang's request again, he simply lay down on the plate and replied feebly: "Singing for humans? That's a different price."

"Little Nightingale, are you asking me what I want to hear?" Mu Gang couldn't guess the meaning of Wan An's words at all, and he was relying on random guessing.

"Little Nightingale has rejected you." Xie Juan looked down at Wan An, who was slumped on the plate, and acted as a translator.

Wan'an turned his head and looked at Wu Ling: "See, if you develop a tacit understanding with a human, he can guess what you want to express without having to perform."

She decided that before turning back into a human being, she would follow Xie Junchao.

These days, it's not easy to find someone who can guess the language of birds.

After lying down for a while, the plate was so cold that Wan An's back felt cold.

She quickly stood up and flew towards Xie Juan.

Place it firmly on his right shoulder, then squat down and stay still.

The warmth of the human body came through, and Wan'an suddenly felt less cold, with satisfaction in his eyes.

"Little Nightingale, let's talk about your main mission?" Xie Juan glanced at Wan An, who was on his shoulder, but did not look away.

"You say it first." Wan An was cold and didn't particularly want to write with his hands wet at the moment.

"Obviously, the common main task for every player in this dungeon is to find Fairy Tale Town. In addition, according to the different roles assigned to them, each player will obtain an exclusive main task."

"Besides looking for Fairy Tale Town, my other main mission is to find the sleeping princess." Xie Juan said.

This mission target sounded familiar, and Wan'an quickly took a peek at the identity of the character assigned to her homepage - the sleeping princess...

She was silent for a moment and then said: "The target of your mission is already asleep. It seems that he can't take the initiative to find you. Come on."

"Guide to the main mission, the sleeping princess is also in the west." Xie Juan said.

Wan'an crazily recalled the scent of flowers he smelled when he woke up from the game, and the cold stone bed he felt lying on, and asked: "Besides the west, is there any other guide?"

Source of lyrics:

Crow——Xu Song
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