"Is anyone there?"

Xue Yuan knocked lightly on the crumbling and broken wooden door—he suspected that if he pushed himself a little, the door would break directly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From inside the room came the voice of Cesociso, and a heavy footstep sounded.

"Who is it?" The voice of a timid little girl came from within?

"We're the ones who came to buy fantasy matches, and we're looking for Scar Jonathan."

"Daddy is out drinking right now, and he won't be back until the evening." The timid little girl's voice replied.

Xue Yuan exchanged glances with Luna—that dead Humpty Dumpty Charlotte had them getting 1,000 boxes of the purest fantasy matches before midnight.

"So where can we find him? Because we are in dire need of a batch of fantasy matches right now. Xue Yuan tried to soften his voice.

"I don't know, my dad never told me where he was drinking, and he never allowed me to go out to him during the day." The little girl inside the door said, "Come back in the evening." ”

"Wait a minute, little sister." Xue Yuan said, "We just want to buy some fantasy matches, if you have them at home, then we don't have to go to your father." After all, we have limited time, and Copenhagen is so big, it will take us a lot of time to find it. ”

"Just to buy matches? Alright then, you guys come in first. ”

The door creaked open, and a well-behaved little girl appeared timidly behind the door, her long golden hair curly over her shoulders, looking very beautiful. Her clothes were tattered and patched, and she wore an old apron that didn't fit well. She winked curiously at Xue Yuan and Luna, her azure eyes fluttering with her long eyelashes.

"What a pretty little girl!" Luna's eyes lit up and she threw herself at the little girl, but she didn't think about it. The little girl actually hid timidly beside Xue Yuan and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"You scared her, Luna." Xue Yuan glared at the woman dissatisfied, he already had a plan in his heart, knowing that this little girl Bacheng was the protagonist of this world-the little girl who sold matches.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Luna stuck out her tongue and simply confessed.

"Little sister, my companion's brain is a little bad, and she will be like this when she sees a cute little girl, but in fact, she has no malice." Xue Yuan ignored Luna's increasingly stiff face and said, "Can we go sit down first?" We've also brought some food, would you like to share them with us? ”

Xue Yuan pulled out a piece of black buckwheat bread from his pocket—the same thing that the dead Humpty Dumpty Charlotte had given him and Luna, and Luna ate her share in two bites. Xue Yuan took a bite and almost didn't spit it out, he wanted to throw it away directly, but in the end, he stuffed it into his pocket.

The piece of black buckwheat bread that was almost thrown away by Xue Yuan now played a huge role - the little girl just stared at the piece of black buckwheat bread in his hand with her spittle, and didn't say a word, but she could see it in her eager eyes even if she was blind.

"Then let's go inside." Xue Yuan held the little girl's right hand that was holding the corner of his clothes, it was cold to the touch, and it was rough and a little different from the hand of a little girl of this age.

The little girl nodded, she broke free of Xue Yuan's hand, and strode towards the house, making a snapping sound of slippers.

Only then did Xue Yuan notice that she was wearing a pair of particularly large slippers, because they were very ill-fitting, so the little girl's walking posture was a little strange, and the sound of her footsteps was also very heavy.

The furnishings in the house are very basic, and it looks like there are only two or three rooms. The little girl led them into a very small room, which had no bed, and in the center of the room was a thick layer of straw with a tattered quilt curled up on it.

"This is my room." The little girl said, "There is nothing at home, so there is nothing to entertain you." ”

"It's okay, little sister." Xue Yuan stuffed the piece of black buckwheat bread she had been coveting for a long time into her hand, "You shouldn't have eaten yet, I'll give this to you." ”