"Of course it's a love song." Feng Xue looked at him curiously. "Could it be that this song has been passed down from generation to generation in your place, and now even the content cannot be verified? This doesn't seem likely. I heard that you pronounced the words very accurately and there were no mistakes in the tone. If it wasn't like this, I wouldn't be able to understand the content of the song."
Leon Luo's throat rolled over, and he felt that he had really made the sauce too salty, otherwise how could his tongue and throat be so dry: "How did Sister Xue hear that?"
"You composed this song in a foreign language." Feng Xue did not keep him in suspense and answered him directly, "Although there are nine tribes and nine languages in name, the phrases actually have something in common. I don't have many inherited memories, so I am only half-baked in this area, but even so, I can still hear it..."
When she said this, she repeated a little tune that Leon Luo had repeatedly chanted: "If this sentence is translated word for word, it would be 'cut open my chest and let you fall into my most vulnerable heart' - the style of the alien species is so bloody, don't be too surprised. A more humane expression should be 'put you on the tip of my heart', but no matter which version it is, the meaning is definitely courtship."
Leon Luo's voice was hoarse: "I heard that there is power in the alien language... Is there a restriction that if you want to protect someone, you must sing a love song?"
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