Seeing that the person in front of him meant no harm, Wu Fan's momentum for a do-or-die battle instantly dissipated by half.
It seems we still need to plan this carefully. Wu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the current situation doesn't seem as dire as he had imagined.
Wu Fan watched as A Jing gestured wildly, hoping that A Jing could tell him where they were.
However, it was clear that neither of them had a rudimentary grasp of body language. After gesturing for a long time, they received no response. A-Jing also kept her brows furrowed, obviously not knowing what Wu Fan was gesturing about.
The two sides communicated in this way, like the earliest form of communication in a primitive tribe, gesturing back and forth. As for how much they could understand each other, no one knew.
After more than ten days of exchange and learning, Wu Fan's language skills did not improve much, which is not surprising.
After all, it involves learning a completely new language without any textbooks or examples, and this language may have nothing in common with the languages you already know, so you can imagine how difficult it is.
Wu Fan currently only has a general understanding of simple everyday words, such as "you," "me," "him," "eat," "sit," and "sleep." Communication and learning at the beginning of language acquisition is indeed difficult.
Wu Fan was self-aware enough to accept his poor English skills. He adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards learning this unfamiliar language, neither actively seeking it out nor resisting it.
After observing for the past few days, Wu Fan became even more certain of his judgment: for the time being, he should not be in any immediate danger to his life.
At first, Wu Fan was under house arrest and could only stay in the simple house where he had first woken up. The sturdy young man would come every day to try to teach him the local language.
Of course, progress was slow, but the sturdy young man was not discouraged. He simply changed his study time from a whole day to a morning.
Now that he was allowed to move around the village, the strong young man with the gleaming golden shield he had seen after waking up that day was still following him closely, never leaving his side. Whether he was protecting him or monitoring him, he didn't know.
However, this only strengthened Wu Fan's conviction.
This village is truly like a paradise on earth. Wu Fan even felt that Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" was written about this place.
Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the peaks are nowhere to be seen, and the lush greenery obscures the rocks. At the foot of the mountains lies a deep, winding emerald lake, its shores embraced by verdant greenery, and its waters clear and bright.
The sound of the waterfall not far away could be heard, and the large sprays of water, after being exposed to the sunlight, rose into layers of mist that drifted in all directions, nourishing all things.
At the foot of the towering peaks beside Emerald Lake, a single road has been artificially carved out, leading to the outside world.
It was initially extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.
After walking several dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up.
The houses, numbering a dozen or so, are all covered with grass and tree branches and leaves, using local materials, and are simple and primitive, with a gap between the bottom of the houses and the ground.
The surrounding trees are towering and the grass is lush. All the plants seem to be growing wildly. Unless you are in the middle of it, it is hard to find that there is a village hidden here.
Food supplies in the village are extremely limited. Wu Fan has only eaten six or seven fist-sized fruits that he doesn't know the names of so far, and he hasn't seen any other meat.
The fruit looks very unusual, unlike anything I've ever heard of or seen before, but it tastes exceptionally delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance and an unforgettable aftertaste.
Wu Fan thought this was just the standard of food for prisoners, but one day he saw that his "Golden Shield Bodyguard" was also treated the same way, and couldn't help but smile. It seems that he had been judging others by his own petty standards.
After confirming that his life was no longer in danger, Wu Fan felt exceptionally relaxed and repeatedly experienced the joy of being reborn.
Every day, she would stop by the Green Lake and gaze at her reflection in the water. Her black hair was as black as ink, her long hair reached the ground, and her hands were slender and fair.
At this moment, Wu Fan couldn't help but repeatedly rub and gaze at his hands. Everything felt like a dream, yet also real. Only Wu Fan himself probably knew the feeling of having regained what he had lost.
In recent days, Wu Fan has also noticed that he is not the same as before. His body has become unusually light, and he can leap about two meters with a light leap and easily sprint 100 meters in ten seconds.
The previous world record was only 9.63 seconds, and Wu Fan could only explain it by saying that the gravity coefficient of this world was different from before.
Or perhaps this is also a world of cultivation?
Then why did all the techniques in his previous booklets become ineffective? That shouldn't be the case.
Is there a difference in spiritual energy?
Now, he's not even sure if he has any protagonist's halo anymore...
Sometimes, looking at the passageway at the village entrance, I can't help but have some other thoughts.
As if reading Wu Fan's mind, the "Golden Shield Bodyguard" behind him raised a light screen beneath his feet.
Leaping and bounding like a person defying gravity, with a flick of his arm, the golden spear of light flew out with a "whoosh" and accurately hit a large tree dozens of meters away.
The tree, which took three people to encircle, was instantly pierced, and the spear of light disappeared.
Somehow, it returned to the hands of the "Golden Shield Bodyguards," and a black hole the thickness of an adult's arm appeared on the tree trunk.
After his "performance," he didn't forget to use the light spear to signal Wu Fan, so that Wu Fan would no longer have the slightest desire to escape.
It's like a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs. If it were before, as long as he had a thought and drew his sword, no matter if it was a gold shield, a silver shield, or a U-shield, they would all be pierced with a transparent hole. Hmph!
That day, as usual, after waiting for A Jing in vain, Wu Fan decided to go out for a stroll again.
Although Wu Fan had explored the entire village countless times, it still seemed like he hadn't had enough of it.
Actually, compared to the world outside the door, Wu Fan longed even more for what the world outside the village was like.
However, given the current situation, being able to see the world outside the door is already a great blessing.
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