What are the sentences describing Conan's appearance in "The Story of Choosing Heaven"?

Conan is about ten years old, and her eyebrows are actually very handsome and childish. She can be said to be a very beautiful little girl, but the distance between her eyes is a little wide, her dark eyes are biased towards the eyebrows, and the emotions in her eyes are also very dull, so ... I look a little dull.

She is like a girl who grew up in a village. What she has to do every day is to go to the back hill to shoot a big basket of pig grass, then she is full and sleeps until tomorrow morning to shoot another big basket of pig grass.

Yes, she is a girl in the village, and her daily life is to fight pig grass.

I don't know why, the girl in white thinks so. Although she has never lived in the countryside, she has never beaten pig grass, and she doesn't even know what pig grass looks like. She thinks so.

If this is fate, Conan must have thought about it many times, and she has thought about it many times.

She thought that Conan she saw would be a proud peacock. In all legends, the phoenix can command all birds, only the peacock is always so cold and arrogant, flying out of the sun alone. It never occurred to her that Conan was like a little girl who beat pig grass every day. She looks dull, dull and pathetic, which makes people feel inexplicably distressed. She keeps beating pig grass every day.

This made her look a little stunned unexpectedly.

The night wind blows gently on the valley at dusk, and time flows slowly.

She didn't know what to say, and she was a little nervous in unknown so. She felt that she didn't know how to face this little girl named Conan, so she looked at the old man who played the piano.

She is a lucky phoenix and can see the truth at a glance.

She can see that the old man who plays the piano is the elder of the Yin Candle witch. His fighting capacity is only at the peak of a secluded place, but his spiritual strength far exceeds this level. Killing Joo Won?'s human fighters is the most appropriate, but the black robe of the inferno strategist will not let go of any details.

It's just a pity.

She looked at the guqin on the old man's knee, looked at the slightly flocculent strings, and shook her head with regret.

That's Yin Candle's ancestral relic-the lyre, which has been lost for many years.

If this lyre is not used to set the imaginary world and the imaginary world, but is used to cooperate with Conan's attack, maybe she will be really dangerous and even die.

Conan said, "I want to kill you, and no one can intervene."

As she spoke, the little girl's black hair fluttered in the night wind, as if grass clippings were falling.