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The house quickly darkened.

All the doors and windows disappeared, the TV scene turned into a snowflake, and the cold chills filled the space.

Reach out many small hands on the sofa and grab Tsing's hands, feet, body and head, tightly.

Two more chains, like snakes, climbed up his feet, apparently to completely seal him off.

It turned into a ghost movie all of a sudden! Qingshi sighed in his heart.

The poem in front of me was just crying and seemed to have no idea what was going on around me, as if it was a natural sight.

Qingshi remained calm.

Though his instincts told him that it would probably be bad if he was completely tied up by those two slowly climbing chains!

“Little poem...”

He touched the girl's head again with his only left hand, which he could barely move, and was also thinking.

He made a mistake.

Don't want the poem to take risks, but ignore the feelings of the poem.

After the "brother" left, the little girl waited alone for a very, very long time… loneliness, worry, fear became her deepest psychological shadow.

He wanted to leave her alone, inspired her shadow and led to this situation.

So how do we make it up to you?

The answer is obvious.

“I'm sorry… it was my fault. ”

Qingshi sincerely apologized.

“I shouldn't have left the poem alone anymore. ”

Gentle words fall.

Little girl's crying... goes low.

The dark space was slightly brighter.

“It was my mistake not to take into account the poem's mood... please forgive me. ”

Make a request frankly, sincerely.

At the same time, gently touch each other.

Little girl's crying stopped.

She smoked her nose and looked up at Qingshi.

White little face with tears, small mouth, a pitiful look.

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

Qing Shi smiled in his heart.

Many of the small hands on the sofa are slowly loosening and shrinking away.

The chains on the feet stopped crawling and retracted into the floor.

The entire space lights up slowly.

Qingshi held the poem in his arms.

“Forgive me, poem? ”

The girl nodded and eased.

“Thank you, Poetry is such a good boy. ”

Qingshi said wholeheartedly.

The little girl smiled slightly.

“Brother…” She felt warm and at ease when she was embraced by her beloved loved one.

“I won't leave the poem behind, but I have to go out, so poem... come out with me. ”

There is power in a gentle sound.

There will be risks… so long as it is protected!

Letting her be alone is not a real guardian.

Take her out with you and do your best to protect her if you are in danger! That's the right way to defend it.

“Hmm... I want to be with my brother...”

Little poem replied with joy.

She's happy to be with her brother wherever she goes.

……

Qingshi went out with a poem.

Outside the door, as you just saw in the house through the window, it's so thick that you can't see a fingerful of darkness.

This is a change brought about by the action of the poem together.

The sky is brighter… but the environment is still harsh.

Snow.

Big snow goose fur, falling.

Qingshi was already wearing a heavy cotton coat and a thick thermal suit for Xiaopo, gloves, hats, and so on.

But still chills.

“Little poem, is it cold? ”

“A little… it's okay. ”

Seeing the little girl smile strong, Qingshi was a little heartbroken.

“Chairman, what should we do about this situation? He spoke about the situation and asked for backup.

“Let me help you, just a moment.” The calm voice replied.

A moment later.

“Well, I've put a spell on you, and now you... try to imagine what you want and you should be able to create it. ”

Imagine… Tsing Shi thought about it.

I want a car!

He carefully imagined a high-end Land Cruiser capable of running in the snow, with strong heating, sitting there as comfortable as home...

Then, a golden glow flashed suddenly in front of him.

This golden light, like a current, quickly forms the shape of the car and then solidifies… it stabilizes, eventually changing color and turns into a solid!

A silver-white SUV just appeared.

“Cool!” said Qingshi.

The car is not branded… he did not imagine the details, he simply wanted the look and function of the car at the moment, and that is how it turned out.

It looks good out there. How's it going in there?

Qingshi opened the door.

Found it inside... looks good too.

While the details are obviously a little missing, there's all there is to it.

And the poem saw the empty car, just blinked, didn't feel strange, didn't even ask.

Qingshi put the little girl in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, sat herself in the driver's seat, fastened her seat belt, started the car, turned on the heat, and turned on the music.

“Honey Sugar Mama” 's animated OP sounded in the car, and the heat output quickly dispersed the chill.

Fantastic!

That's exactly what I want. Qing Shi revealed a smile.

“Chairman, this is very nice! ”

“Just work... in other words, what did you create? ”

“A snowy Land Cruiser! ”

In reality, Mandarin Xia night, listening to this answer, gave a surprised look.

Creating a car?

In such a short time!?

To her knowledge, the intensity of this ability to “create” depends on the strength of the surgeon's spells and the strength of the surgeon's spirituality and imagination.

She had some confidence in her spell, but after all, it was her first actual use and the intensity was not high.

Creating a car is not impossible.

But such a large and complex object is not easy to imagine! It takes a long time, as a matter of fact.

But Haruta-kun did it in such a short thirty seconds... no, within ten seconds!

Summer Eve clearly knows the intensity of its spells and is definitely not enough to support ordinary people's spirituality to do so, then the reason is on the other side.

Haruta Haruji's spiritual strength, or imagination, is beyond ordinary people!

And not just transcendent.

It's hard to estimate for a while in the summer night, but it's definitely multiplied!

High spiritual intensity, possibly due to the Springfield bloodline, or some other factor.

And the imagination is high... because he's a homeboy? No, it may have some impact, but it's obviously ridiculous to attribute it all to it.

The reason why Haruta-kun has such excellent qualities is unknown for the time being. And such qualities mean...

Summer nights pass through all kinds of thoughts.

But soon to be relieved.

Now, do the current thing first.

“President. ”

The teenager lying in the chair spoke again.

“I am now driving to ‘Snow Mountain’ … I think there must be something on that mountain. ”

Because it's too obvious.

Heavy snow flies and the sky is pure white above the flying snow, with only one spot showing pitch-black colors.

That's the top of the snow mountain in the poem.