She Is Not a Witch

"It's not a witch (!

A few days later, Jena came to a city on the border of Black Rock, leading to the red gravel city in southern Crancia.

But after she entered the city, she was suddenly surrounded soon after she entered the city, and then a large group of mercenaries swarmed up, lances like a forest, and fought back and forth in the narrow streets.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, she had to use some overloaded skills to escape from the city, but she was also seriously injured as a result.

"It's not good this time."

On the trail in the mountains, Jena was lying on her horse, one of her arms seemed to be broken and shrugged. She tried a little bit, but was interrupted by pain.

Just as she was looking for the medicine in the package, there was another rush of horseshoes from behind, like a bell urging death.

She struggled again to stand upright, drew the horse under her body, and fled towards the border.

After turning a corner, she jumped off the horse and dived directly into the forest, allowing the horse to continue galloping between the mountain roads, attracting the chasing soldiers behind, while she went to another direction under the cover of the woods.

The mountain road is rugged, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and sometimes some stubborn stones can't be noticed. Only when you step on it will you know that Jena stumbles all the way through the hills and forests 7-8 miles, and at this time the sky gradually darkens.

The towering trees are luxuriantly branched, and the moon is blocking the sky. During the day there is still a little sunlight penetrating into the forest, but at night it is pitch black.

Out of sight, she stepped on the air and fell from the hillside and rolled down. She slammed into the trunk of the tree and she wanted to scream out. After that, she continued to tumbling. Various collisions along the way, the pain filled the brain, and finally the head touched. When he reached a tree trunk, he lost consciousness and fainted.

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It seemed that after a long time, Jena woke up quietly.

Unfamiliar tent top.

Where is it here? who am I? She turned her head in confusion and looked at the surrounding environment.

Come to think of it, I am Jena, a resident of the Principality of Black Rock, a second-year student in Emenas. On the way back to school, I clashed with the halberd faction, and then I was chased to the border and fell down on the hillside.

This is a tent. There are not many things inside. It seems to be a temporary construction. There are still a few people talking outside.

Jina tried to move, but found that her arm had been bandaged and the wound had been treated. Look at the method, it should be some kind of herbalist's method, not an extraordinary potion or priest.

Think about it, too, how can there be priests and precious extraordinary potions in the wilderness.

It seems that I was rescued by someone, so I am very grateful to them, but I still have to leave as soon as possible. If chasing soldiers come, it will be bad for this group of people to be involved.

She tried to get up again, but it still didn't work, so she shouted, "Hello, is there anyone?"

The voice is not loud, it seems unaccustomed, and there is a hint of anxiety.

After a while, the tent door curtain was pulled open, and a girl similar to her age walked in. The girl has light brown skin, woven linen clothes on her body, and slender braids around her ears.

"Hello, are you awake?"

"Hello?" Jena looked at the strange girl.

"This is the Lake Caravan. We found you on the roadside in the mountains. You are lucky. If we arrive two days later, you might be eaten by the big bad wolf." The girl put her hand on her face. Gestures, showing a witty expression.

"Thank you." Jenna said gratefully.

"Would you like something to eat? You have been asleep for almost two days." said the light-brown girl.

At this time, Jena felt that her stomach was already hungry and nodded.

"Okay, wait a moment."

"Ok."

Seeing that the girl was about to leave the tent, Jena asked again: "What is your name? My name is Jena."

"Just call me Sophie." The girl turned around and smiled at Jena, and then walked out of the tent.

Sophie? With this name in mind, Jena raised her slightly intact right hand and looked at the bandage tied on it, with a small bow at the end, which seemed to be a masterpiece of a certain girl.

Before long, the tent door was pushed open.

"There is still a little bit of porridge left in the morning, and it just happens to be hot. It is better to eat softer food when you wake up."

Sophie walked into the tent again, still holding a clay pot in her arms.

She put the clay pot aside first, then helped Jena to do it, and then put the clay pot in front of her.

"Just eat like this, there is a spoon in it, it's best to finish it, so that I can wash the jar directly." She said so, sitting next to Jena again, supporting the clay jar.

Jina looked at this red clay pot, which contained porridge made of white and light yellow wheat grains, and scattered vegetable leaves in it. A long wooden spoon was placed next to it.

She picked up the spoon and scooped it a bit, put it in her mouth, the wheat grains were soft and waxy, with a hint of sweetness, and it was not unpalatable.

"Is it delicious?" Sophie's black eyes looked at Jena.

"It's delicious, there seems to be sweetness?" Jena asked curiously, sugar is not a cheap thing.

"Yes, I put some extra sugar, so the taste will be much better."

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"Ah, don’t show that kind of expression. In fact, our caravan is not very rich, but some time ago I met a kind lady who gave us a lot of sweets and candies for free. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so extravagant. thing."

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"My aunt once told me that people who are injured and sick are more sensitive and afraid of being abandoned, so you have to be more careful and better." Sophie was talking about the caravan's little things while Jena was eating porridge, which made the atmosphere. Not so embarrassing, but also made Jena feel a different kind of care and warmth.

Unknowingly, half a pot of porridge reached the bottom, the spoon was scraped at the bottom, and could not be scooped out again, Jena put it down afterwards, woke up from the reverie in her heart, and looked aside embarrassedly. Sophie.

"It's very good. The food is clean. It's best not to waste food." Sophie took the jar again and set it aside.

"If you are not full, you will have to wait a while, and lunch will take a while."

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"Are your legs okay? If possible, I will help you out and sit in the sun, so it will be more uncomfortable to stay in the house for a long time."

"Fortunately, I also want to go out and have a look." Jena nodded.

When a person is injured and it is difficult to move, if you stay in the house forever, there will be depression and panic of losing freedom. This is an incident mentioned by the teacher casually when Jena was in school~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She didn't have it at the time. Care, I didn't expect it to happen so quickly now.

"Okay, you have to say something in time if you are uncomfortable." Sophie helped Jena slowly stand up from the mat, and then moved out of the tent.

Although she is also a young girl, Sophie's body seems extraordinarily healthy and strong, holding Jina steadily, making her feel relieved and relaxed.

The two of them walked out of the tent. This is a small mountain village in the mountains. On the mountainside in the distance, you can see a few smoke-smelling homes. The fields in the cols are verdant and green, the birds chirping, and a few teenagers rushing. The goats chatted and played in the mountains, and gave out a burst of cheerful laughter.

The sun in the sky emerged from the top of the mountain, and the warm golden sunlight shone on the neat fields, reflecting bright brilliance.

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