Some words can indeed be easily misunderstood, often the speaker does not have that intention, but the listener misinterprets the meaning.

This is a simple word puzzle game.

Wang Xiaole's original words were:

"I like beautiful girls like you"

Isabella's brain automatically filtered out the last few words, so the sentence became:

"I like someone like you"

It sounds fine, so what about the second simplification?

By removing the last three characters, does it not have a completely different meaning?

The sentence becomes:

I like you!

This is a more standard case of taking things out of context than a textbook.

The girl, however, was unaware of the wrong train of thought and linked together a series of previously illogical things.

No wonder Wang Xiaole sneaked into her bedroom before, turned out to want to visit the room where the person he liked lived;

Letting her enter the illusion was also a way to increase the time spent alone with the person they liked;

All the impolite actions afterwards were actually a way of expressing affection, without any bad intentions.

Who knows!

Even the previous incident of being pushed down, Wang Xiaole might have actually been happy about it, half pushing and half getting it done, in his mind...

Once someone misunderstands, they easily start thinking about a lot of things on their own.

In such a situation, if the other party realizes the misunderstanding as soon as possible and clarifies the situation, the situation can still be controlled.

But Wang Xiaole was not a mind reader, unable to understand all of her thoughts, and so the self-destructive statement half a minute ago seemed to have worked.

"Do you understand my interests?"

"Ah, oh, yes, I understand completely!"

"Are you still planning to introduce me to a talented young man?"

"No need, I won't play matchmaker for a marriage that is destined to fail."

Wang Xiaole heard the girl's affirmative answer and immediately relaxed, thinking that the ridiculous misunderstanding had finally ended.

Isabella's mind, on the other hand, was in turmoil, feeling regretful:

You’re really pitiful, falling in love with someone you shouldn't, entangling yourself in an unrequited love;

If I could say it, I would sincerely say:

I'm sorry, you're a good person... No, a bad person.

But you're not the kind of person I despise!

Sorry for wasting your first experience of love;

In order to not let that dream shatter instantly, I won't reject you today;

Even if I really have to, I should wait until I have compensated for your feelings before firmly refusing.

What is kindness?

This is kindness!

"The air in the room feels stuffy, I'm going out to get some fresh air."

Isabella didn't know how to face Wang Xiaole;

She thought to herself:

Before figuring out how to interact with him in the future, I must use the excuse of breathing fresh air to take a walk outside and seriously consider everything.

Watching the girl walk away, Wang Xiaole's pupils moved in his eyes, as if pondering something.

If it were a normal occasion, he would not be concerned if a girl took the initiative to say she wanted to take a walk or something;

But now it was different, Wang Xiaole felt somewhat worried, and this emotion had to do with his perception.

The illusion was created by Wang Xiaole, he was the master of this world, and anything that happened in this world could not escape his awareness;

At the moment Isabella left, Wang Xiaole's attention was somewhat distracted, allowing him to notice a slight anomaly within the illusion.

The cause of the anomaly came from somewhere not far from the cabin;

There, a magical fluctuation occurred, and with this abrupt change, an outsider intruded!

It's not surprising, the world of illusions is not completely closed off, since people from inside can go out, naturally people from outside can come in.

What took Wang Xiaole by surprise was that he only discovered the presence of the intruder after they broke in, not before they entered.

How did the intruder manage to enter this world without the owner's authorization? To explain this, we need to use a metaphor:

The world of illusion is like a courtyard, and Wang Xiaole locked both the "front door" and "back door" to avoid being disturbed.

If there is still an intruder who can enter, it means that they didn't come through the proper channels ("two doors"), but sneaked in through a method similar to "crawling through a dog hole."

Because the intruder used such shameless means of infiltration, Wang Xiaole's perception was delayed by a few minutes.

The unfolding of events that followed would prove unfortunate, as the "outsider" happened to meet Isabella while she was out for a walk.

Now, the rain was pouring harder in the dark night outside the houses.

The NPCs on the street (stick figures) had already returned home, leaving the wet streets empty and silent, with only the sound of rain accompanying a solitary figure walking on it.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the rain-soaked street, footsteps belonging to another person!

The footsteps were heavy and steady, and if one listened carefully, they might hear the faint sound of the boots stepping on puddles.

A young man was approaching.

His face was as if covered by an exquisite mask, appearing very pale. Although his facial features were distinct, he seemed devoid of vitality, displaying only a fixed expression.

The only striking thing about his features was a pair of unusually dark eyes that shimmered with a peculiar gleam.

Strangely, he had no umbrella and let the rain fall on his body.

His clothes were already drenched, and the raindrops slid down his forehead, trailing along a few strands of his hair.

The girl looked at the white-clad young man approaching, his figure particularly conspicuous in the night, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Very refined!

As an illusionary NPC, the white-clad man looked exactly like a real person, from his appearance to his physique.

It seemed that Wang Xiaole did more than just go through the motions; when necessary, he created an eerily lifelike human model.

The girl didn't think much of it, but she found the behavior of this soaking wet man a bit strange.

He neither followed the fixed walking routes of the stick figure NPCs nor made a sound.

If it weren't for the lack of dangerous aura emanating from him, Isabella would never have boldly approached him and carefully examined his face.

"Hey, this skin looks so real! How did you make it?"

A polite target would at least be a living person.

It's like being cautious with the motionless mannequins in a clothing store, right?

So, without much thought, Isabella raised her right hand and pinched the man's face between her thumb and index finger, forming an arc.

"Um, miss, what are you doing?"

He spoke?

Is this an intelligent NPC who randomly opens his mouth depending on his experiences?

Isabella found it more amusing and increased the force between her fingers, causing a deep red mark to appear on the man's face.

It seems there is no need for further conversation.

The man casually moved his right hand, and concentric circles of divine light tightly wrapped around his muscular arm, forming a spiral motion, increasing the power of his imminent attack.

A punch was thrown.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the ground, where Isabella had stood just a second ago, and where the man struck a moment later, it was now shattered!

As a response to his disrespectful act towards a lady, the man almost used a lethal attack, which was far from being gentlemanly.

But he was never a gentleman, at best just a beast wearing human clothes.

"Initiating an aggressive attack, and it's brutal...are you a real person?"

The figure landed in front of the shattered ground, and Isabella raised her right arm instinctively, holding a staff. She couldn't help but feel that carrying a weapon was a good habit.

"Since a while ago, you have been talking nonsense. What's going on?"

The man lifted his powerful fist that had smashed into the ground, flicked his wrist, and moved his arm a few times.

Then, as if nothing had happened before, he looked at her with eyes that were dim and without light, like a corpse.

"You smell like him! Where is he?" he asked.

If he were facing an ordinary woman, after that last attack, he would have ignored whether she lived or died and left this place without hesitation;

Compared to ordinary people, Isabella had one major difference: the man had smelled the scent of an enemy from her.

The scent came from the culprit who had taken away his fiancée and left scars on him;

Even if a man's sense of smell was not very sensitive, it was impossible for him to smell the wrong scent of an enemy;

And if not for this reason, why would he be here?

"The annoying guy you had contact with, where is he?" he asked again, as Isabella assumed a defensive position.

Not to mention that she didn't understand what the man was babbling about, even if she truly knew the whereabouts of the person he mentioned, why should she tell him?

Who did he think he was?

After seeing the girl's refusal to cooperate, the man stood opposite her on the street;

Not only was there a chill in the air around the man, but there was also a clear sign of bloodlust that wasn't there before.

His boots and the soles of his shoes treaded on the water pooled on the street, making a splashing sound.

At first, the sound had a steady rhythm;

But as time went on, the footsteps on the street became faster and more urgent.

This proved the true state of mind of the two, which was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

Suddenly, Isabella's footsteps faltered in a moment!

Her left foot stepped into a puddle, causing the sound of splashing water to become elongated compared to before.

She tightly gripped her staff, channeling all her strength through her body and into the tip of the staff.

With a sharp sound, the staff turned into a pale golden stream of light, instantly piercing towards the target in front.

The man reached behind his back and took out a dagger that he had been carrying on him, placing it horizontally in front of him, with the blade precisely blocking the tip of the staff.

After defending against the girl's attack, the man decided to establish his advantage with strength, without any hesitation or delay. He immediately launched his second strike.

Isabella's weapon was not made of metal and wasn't suitable for direct clashes;

Her attack just now was focused on speed, so when she failed with her first strike, she vaguely sensed that her situation wasn't good.

But the man didn't give her the opportunity to adjust; he decisively unleashed a series of slashes like a storm, with the blades swiftly coming down one after another;

His knife strokes formed a straight line, forcing the girl to parry head-on.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

The sound was nonstop, like rain hitting banana leaves.

But in the end, Isabella was not to be underestimated, and she had a few tricks up her sleeve;

In this passive defense, she cleverly infused lightning into the staff, increasing the weapon's hardness, allowing her to clash head-on with the opponent's blade.

If she used grand magic, the battle would undoubtedly be much easier;

But to use this kind of magic, she needed a brief chanting time, and the man wouldn't give her that time.

Crack!

The staff narrowly missed the large blade, and Isabella spun in place, engaging in a one-handed struggle. The staff in her hand thrust forward;

The sharp tip collided with the blade, and then the staff flipped in Isabella's hand, causing the top end to strike towards the man's face.

Using her face to take a blow!

No one would be stupid enough to do that, and naturally, the man was no exception.

He couldn't wait to be hit, so he instinctively lifted the blade in his hand to defend himself. At the moment when he blocked the staff, he raised one leg.

Thud!

Isabella couldn't dodge it in time, and her body was kicked by the man's sweeping leg. Her body flew backwards and crashed into a building behind her.

There was a loud thud, and wood chips and dust filled the air;

The man's blade followed, slicing through the smoke as it descended from above, hitting precisely where he had anticipated!

After the ruthless strike, the man didn't feel the sensation of hitting any solid object. In that instant, his brows twitched and a chill engulfed his body as he retaliated.

To the left!

The man instinctively flicked his blade, countering the staff's diagonal thrust, and flexed his arm muscles to press the blade against it, both hands gripping the hilt together.

Isabella's figure gradually emerged as her forward momentum stalled;

In that instant, she took a lash to the legs and smashed her back into the door of a residence, but she did not pause;

Ignoring her physical condition, she swiftly dodged to the side through the smoke, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack from the corner.

If a man lacks the battle experience accumulated from past wars, he will lose his ability to resist at the first blow;

But since there are no exceptions to everything, the outcome of victory or defeat is truly predetermined.

This is not because of who is strong or weak, but purely because he will go to any lengths to win!

The dagger that was originally fastened to his belt was drawn out by the man's hand;

He immediately aimed this sharp object, equivalent to a hidden weapon, in Isabella's direction and thrust it forcefully.

The girl, in response, released her attacking posture, retreated with a backward motion, tiptoed on the surface of a puddle, and stepped back.

Taking advantage of the situation, the opponent flicked his wrist and threw the dagger as a projectile;

With a sharp spin in mid-air, it cut directly towards Isabella, who raised the tip of her staff to block it, and deflected the dagger at the critical moment.

The man forcefully struck back, using his footwork to accurately direct the edge of his blade towards the target's heart!

The girl, who could no longer dodge, had no way to avoid it and could only await her own fate in the next moment...

"What are you doing?"

A cold shout resounded in the air, accompanied by the sound of space being torn apart, as the figure swiftly appeared.

Jumping out, raising her hand, swinging, blocking the enemy's blade, and finally delivering a heavy blow to the man's face

-- His series of actions were carried out in one breath, so fast that they didn't seem humanly possible!

In the blink of an eye, Isabella suddenly saw a pale face pierced by a slender object, and the entire scene crashing into the wall of the village.