Ding-ding-ding-ding
The brass clock hanging from the vine struck twelve o'clock.
The elder sister threw candies like flying stones. The younger sister threw black swans flapping their wings from her arms. The servant threw a sharp broom with all his might.
The "witch's" crystal shoes crushed the candies all over the floor. She stumbled a little while dancing, but she didn't stop.
The "witch" opened her hand and scattered grains like ears of wheat to dodge the swan's attack.
The "witch" dodged the broom sideways, tightened "Xindushuila's" wrist, and flew high above the vines.
The pumpkin carriage was suspended on the vines, and the four rainbow unicorns were rubbing their hooves impatiently, waiting to ride. However, when the "witch" was about to step into the departing carriage——
The "stepmother" with a stereotyped face and long curly rose-red hair stood there.
The elder and younger sisters could not miss the opportunity to perform in front of the princess, and the servants had to follow them closely. As for the stepmother, she did not have to stay on the dance floor.
"So He has a reasonable logic to wait here..." Su Mingan looked up: "In His hand... He wants to set fire!"
The next moment, a black oil lamp was thrown down.
The "stepmother" threw down the oil lamp, and the lamp fell on the vines. The bright blue flame spread rapidly, burning the pumpkin carriage in the blink of an eye. The rainbow unicorn neighed and rushed forward in excitement.
A few sparks fell into the dance floor, and the fire spread at an incredible speed. The pumpkin carriage was about to go away, and the "witch" looked north and glanced at Su Ming'an.
Su Mingan must move on to the next story as soon as possible, otherwise he will be trapped here and die.
Bei Wang's voice was steady, his enchanted throat was so incredible, his words were fluent and fast:
"Remember me well, hero."
As long as it is remembered by the protagonist, it can be rewritten by Rovasha's creation system.
As long as the soul is kept under the protagonist's control, it will not truly die.
He closed his eyes, exhaled white air, and slowly raised his hand, as if waving a baton:
"Let the breath of the North penetrate the three veils, let the sharp blade of the salt pillar sever the warm blood."
"O waters, a cold wave will come upon the joints of sinners like a mighty storm..."
His palm pressed against the vine, and Frost quickly rushed to the "stepmother" who was high up. The pumpkin carriage stretched out a vine and pulled Su Mingan into the carriage. The rainbow unicorn rushed out and pulled the carriage away in an instant.
Suddenly, a golden broomstick pierced Beiwang's back and came out of his chest. The bright blood flowed down the wooden pole, dyeing his synapses vermilion.
Countless vines grew out of the cracks in the tree and "hung" him on the branches.
The candy exploded and his legs and feet were broken, and his stepmother's cane pierced his shoulder.
He tightly grasped the witch's wand in one hand and firmly grasped his stepmother's wrist with the other hand. Slippery blood flowed down the junction of the two arms.
Frost spread crazily from his body, intertwined, and clumped, like long silver snakes dancing wildly in all directions, spreading over his stepmother's chest, his sister's legs and feet, his younger sister's arms, and the servant's forehead... In a flash, white frost and snow covered the vines and the dance floor.
“Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka”
The sound of freezing is crisp and harsh.
The white-haired boy's cheeks were covered with frost, and his legs and neck were turned into ice. Four figures tried to avoid it, but they could not resist the full force of the "fairy godmother" in the story, and they turned into frozen statues. Even the stepmother who "read the black magic book and was good at arson" had no logic that could break through this crazy freeze.
Bei Wang, the protagonist and creator of the story, used the logic of the story to hold them back - the "Fairy Godmother" will do her utmost to protect "Xiandu Shuila" who failed to leave at twelve o'clock.
"The holy name of Faraway emerges from the glacier, and now all the gods are imprisoned prisoners."
"Seresaya, Ankhvir, Nermagion..."
"O waters, the cold wave will freeze the bodies of sinners like poison ivy..."
After the crisp sound, the entire dance floor turned into a complete, huge block of ice with countless icicles hanging down. The oil lamps, flames, scarlet carpets, gold-rimmed dinner plates, falling crystal chandeliers, and the men and women fleeing in panic... were like blue amber that had frozen time, silent under the frost.
The stepmother, the younger sister, the older sister, and the servant, four figures, like silent sculptures.
Most of the World Tree turned into an ice-blue color, and even its branches and leaves were covered with frost.
When Su Mingan looked back while sitting in the pumpkin carriage——
He saw a huge, ice-blue, frost-covered tree, towering to the sky, its branches and leaves silent.
Ding, ding, ding.
The clock struck twelve and the pumpkin carriage turned into withered vines. The rainbow unicorn driving the carriage turned into a mouse. Su Mingan rolled down from the sky and plunged headfirst into the ripples.
——He left the sight of the four higher dimensions and stepped into the next story.
In the current story, the white-haired boy has shallow breathing, icy body temperature, and slowly closes his eyes.
He still tightly grasped the staff and chanted the final spell. This was the most powerful skill of the "Frost Sleeper", an explosive skill that could only be used once. It did not require any mana, but only required the "Frost Sleeper" to truly fall into a long "sleep".
"Amen, Amen, may the gods be hushed,
"May my pupils become the last mirror of the frozen lake,
"My breath at this moment is the tide of the end..."
Click, click, click——
Everything was white and silent.
Looking north, there are no great and noble ideals.
He just thought that the duck and goose slaughter in the villa was fun. He had never experienced the unpalatable New Year's Eve dinner. It turned out that people could get together and do so many interesting things, whether it was making dumplings or eating New Year's Eve dinner. Instead of sitting alone in the wooden house, warming himself by the fire, staring at the animal skins on the wall in a trance.
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