At this time, He Yu suddenly pinched it out, and the match always had a bad premonition.

The feeling of being suddenly remembered was not too wonderful, and Match decided to continue to play dead.

"There's also a man who turned into a brush. Match condescendingly looked at the brush bouncing on the ground, a little sad, sure enough, his transformation was the most unlucky, a match?

"Moonrise, matchbox!" cried Magiel.

When the matchbox's black paper appeared in front of the match, the match's brain stopped running for a second.

It can be even more unlucky.

"Wait!wait!" the match shouted, it was pinched in He Yu's hand, and no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't jump out.

Match was desperate in his heart, did he really want to use that lore artifact at this time.

"Meow!"

He Yu spoke, "You finally spoke, let's sign a contract." ”

Moonrise smiled, she withdrew her hand, and watched with her arms folded.

The wild goose was a little confused.

"We just need to borrow a fire. Moonrise said to him.

This time, the guide contract, the match has to be signed if it doesn't want to, because it has no choice, and in the end it will always be lit.

But what He Yu said to it is not unreasonable, it only takes a second to light the brush and the fire will be extinguished, although the match can not be used again after being used once, but the match will not be burned to ashes.

This means that even if a match is struck, it will not necessarily die.

In exchange, Ho Yu will tell it what it needs.

After the match agreed to sign the contract, He Yu was also happy, although the tasker became a match, but he didn't know what hole cards it had.

At the moment when the matchbox was lit up at moonrise, He Yu heard Bian Bian scream.

The match was pinched in Moonrise's hand, and as it approached the black paper, it knew that with a slight stroke, it would ignite itself.

He Yu held the brush, and the pen must be very close to its match, ensuring that the moment the flame rises, the brush will be ignited.

The geese watched from the sidelines, and the nine-colored deer and the swan had already run into the elevator and headed for the collection room.

Now the house is empty, only them.

But the goose felt that something was wrong, he looked out the door, took a few more steps, and stopped.

He looked at the two women in the room, but in the end he didn't choose to chase them out.

Pinocchio retracted his body just in time, and he hid tightly against the wall, his ears erected.

The bald head didn't chase it out.

Pinocchio's wooden hand closed into a fist, and he saw the brush, but he didn't quite understand what the people inside were doing.

He didn't need to understand that what he wanted now was the brush.

Pinocchio felt lucky that such an object could turn him into a human object, and it appeared in front of his eyes in person.

Liu Baixin also personally told him how a puppet could become a human.

He is a collector's item, non-human, and Liu Baixin has a high tolerance for him. Even if he caught him wandering on the third floor, he still chose to keep him, just locked him in the house and couldn't get out anywhere.

"Little puppet, do you want to become a human if you want to enter my collection room? Unfortunately, I don't have what you want in my collection room. Liu Baixin said to him at the time, "But you know that Ma Liang has a magic pen and paints anything." By the way, have you ever heard a story called Painted Skin. ”

Pinocchio saw a wall turn into a door, and he was standing upstairs, condescending, and could see clearly.

Moonrise, holding a brush, walked in from the other side of the wall.

Pinocchio also helped them lure away a few bodyguards, and he knew that the purpose of these two people was the same, just like Xiao Wang and the werewolf.

When Moonrise walked into the room on the third floor alone, Pinocchio knew his chance had come.

There was no one else, and Yuesheng was defenseless, which was very convenient for him to start.

But before he could do anything, he suddenly noticed that the woman in the room had moved a few times, and a flaming hood suddenly appeared beside her, enveloping her whole body.

The flames lasted for two seconds before dissipating, and Pinocchio saw the woman take out a box of matches and play with them in her hand.

Pinocchio didn't dare to do it now, what he was most afraid of now was fire, and the strange woman here first used a flame cover and held a box of matches in her hand, no matter how you look at it, it was all aimed at him.

Pinocchio fears that this is a trap and is waiting for him.

When he finally made up his mind to act, Pinocchio immediately hid in another room when they came.

In the room, Magiel was happily twisting her neck and stretching her waist.

The match was gasping for breath, and when the fire was extinguished, it did survive. But when the fire burns, it feels like its entire head is burning.

The feeling of the head on fire, there is only one word: cool!

The match now can't think of anything other than pain or pain.

In a hazy way, it heard He Yu talking to him, and the voice seemed to come from a long distance, and it was not clear at all.

It wasn't until its pain had subsided a little that it found itself lying quietly on the table, and they were all gone.

Immediately afterwards, someone pinched it again, and the match looked up in a daze, only to see two wooden planks with one piece and one machine.

Xiao Wang cut off the last long hair. Tired and collapsed on the ground.

He didn't expect the werewolf to be so fast, and it didn't take long to catch him back, and he didn't know where she got the scissors, Xiao Wang followed the werewolf and became a barber.

"Are you talking about wings?" the werewolf pointed to the white wings hanging in the corner, about the size of a computer screen.

Although the wings hung in the corners and there were no dust protection measures, they were white and shining.

Xiao Wang nodded.

The werewolf grabbed the pair of wings, looked at them carefully, and pressed them to his back, and sure enough, the wings automatically fit her back, and then stretched into a pair of huge wings.

Other than that, nothing else has changed.

The werewolf flipped her wings, and the wings moved, but she didn't fly. It feels like a prop with wings pressed on the body.

"Heh!" the werewolf was furious, what bullshit wings, she grabbed Xiao Wang's neck with her big hand, "You have been lying to me?"

"No...... Not...... Lie to you...... "Xiao Wang has difficulty breathing," Honghong ......"

The werewolf let go of his hand, "I ask you, what's going on now?"

Xiao Wang coughed violently a few times, and he really felt the killing intent of the werewolf.

"Ahh Could it be because of the lack of a feather......"

Before he could finish speaking, his neck was choked again.

Wen Ru stood on the cliff near the sea, and the waves below beat again and again.

The singing voice that has been haunting her mind has become real at this time, and the beautiful voice and melodious melody are like waves gently caressing the wanderer who has gone through the trek and finally returned home.

Even the waves below, which did not stop, seemed to greet her.

Wen Ru closed her eyes and jumped into the sea.

"Oh my God!