The room was dark and dark.

The doors and windows disappeared, the TV screen turned into a snowflake, and the cold chill filled the space.

Many small hands were stretched out on the sand, and the body and head of the hands and feet of Qingsi were seized, tightly.

There are also two chains that are like snakes, crawling up along his feet, apparently to completely block him.

Actually, it became a ghost film at once! Qingsi sighed in the heart.

The little poem in front of me is just crying, and she is unaware of the changes around her, as if this is a natural sight.

Qingsi kept calm.

Although his instincts told him that if the two chains that slowly climbed up were completely bound, it would be terrible!

"Little poem..."

He used the only left hand that was still reluctant to move, and then he put on the girl's head again, and was thinking.

He made a mistake.

I don't want small poems to take risks, but I ignore the feelings of small poems.

After the "brother" left, the little girl waited alone for a long time... lonely, worried, afraid, became her deepest psychological shadow.

He wanted to leave her alone to go out and aroused her shadow, which led to such a situation.

So how do you make up for it?

The answer is obvious.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong."

Qingsi sincerely apologized.

"I shouldn't leave a little poem alone, leave alone."

Gentle words fall.

The cry of the little girl... turned low.

The dark space is slightly brighter.

"I didn't take into account your mood in a small poem. It was my fault... Please forgive me."

Make a request calmly and sincerely.

At the same time, gently touch each other.

The cry of the little girl stopped.

She smoked her nose and looked up at Qingsi.

The little white face was tearful, his mouth was stunned, and he looked pitiful.

Sure enough, it’s so cute... even the crying face is so soft.

Qingsi smiled.

Many small hands that stretched out on the sand gradually loosened and contracted away.

The chain on the foot stopped crawling and retracted into the floor.

The entire space slowly re-lit.

Qing Shi picked up the little poem and embraced it in his arms.

"Forgive me, little poem?"

The girl nodded and her expression eased.

"Thank you, the little poem is really a good boy."

Qingsi said sincerely.

The little girl smiled slightly.

"Brother..." was embraced by her favorite dear, and she felt warm and at ease.

"I won't leave the little poems, but I have to go out, so, small poems... go out with me."

In the gentle voice, there is power.

There will be risks... as long as the protection is good!

Letting her be alone is not a true guardian.

Take her out with him, and if you are in danger, do your best to protect her! This is the right way to guard.

"Well... people have to be with their brother..."

The answer to the little poem is very happy.

As long as she can be with her brother, she is happy no matter where she goes.

......

Qing Shi went out with a small poem.

Outside the door, it was not as seen through the window in the house, it was so thick that it could not reach the darkness of the fingers.

This is the change caused by the action of a small poem.

The sky is brighter... but the environment is still bad.

snow.

Goose hair is snowing, is going down.

At this time, Qingsi has already worn a thick cotton coat, and also put a thick warm clothes on the poems, gloves and hats.

But still can feel the chill.

"Little poem, is it cold?"

"One thing... it doesn't matter."

Seeing the little girl’s reluctant smile, Qingsi had a dim sum.

"President, this situation... What should I do?" He told the situation and asked for support.

"I will help you, wait a moment." The calm voice replied.

After a while.

"Well, I have already cast a spell on you. Now you... try to imagine what you want and you should be able to create it."

Imagine... Qing Si thought about it.

I want a car!

He carefully imagined a high-end off-road vehicle that could run in the snow, have strong heating, and sit inside and be as comfortable as at home...

Then, the golden brilliance suddenly flashed in front of my eyes.

This golden light is like a stream of water, which quickly forms the shape of the car, then solidifies... stabilizes, eventually changes color, turns into a solid!

A silvery white su appeared.

"Cool!" Qingsi could not help but praise.

This car has no branding... He didn't imagine this detail. He just wanted to look at the appearance and function of the car he wanted at the moment. What was formed was the result.

It looks good outside, what about inside?

Qingsi opened the door.

It’s inside... It’s pretty good.

Although there is a little bit of detail missing, there are some.

The little poet saw the car that appeared out of thin air, but blinked his eyes, and did not feel too strange, even asked no questions.

Qing Shi put the little **** the passenger seat, tied her seat belt, sat in the driver's seat, tied the seat belt, moved the car, turned on the heater, and turned on the music.

The animation op of "Milk Candy" sounded in the car, and the output of the heating quickly dispelled the chill.

awesome!

This is exactly what I want. Qingsi showed a smile.

"President, this is very good!"

"It works just fine...say, what did you create?"

"A snowmobile!"

In reality, the Wanhua Summer Night that heard this answer showed a surprised expression.

Created a car?

In such a short time! ?

As far as she knows, the strength of this "creation" ability depends on the intensity of the spell of the surgeon and the strength of the subject's intelligence and imagination.

She is somewhat confident in her own spells, but after all, this technique is the first time she actually uses it, and the intensity of her application is not high.

It is not impossible to "create" a car.

But such a large and complicated object is not easy to imagine carefully! It will take a long time to make it.

But Chuntian Qingsi was in such a short thirty seconds... No, within ten seconds, it was done!

It is definitely not enough to support the strength of ordinary people to do this in the summer night. The reason is on the other side.

The strength of Chuntian Qingsi's spiritual knowledge, or imagination, is ordinary!

And not the general.

The more specific the height, the summer night is difficult to estimate, but definitely have to be measured by multiples!

The high level of spiritual knowledge may be due to the blood of the Springfield family or some other factor.

And the imagination is high...because he is an otaku? No, there may be some impact, but it is obviously absurd to attribute it all.

Why Chuntian Qingshi has such excellent qualities, the reason is unknown for the time being. And this quality means...

In the summer night, I passed through various thoughts.

But soon return to God.

For the moment, we must do the current thing first.

"President."

The teenager lying on the chair talked again.

"I am driving to the snowy mountains... I think there must be something on the mountain."

Because it is too obvious.

The snow is flying, the sky above the snow is pure white, only one place has a dark color.

That is the top of the "Snow Mountain" in the mouth of Xiao Shi.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like