"Hehe, Uncle Christmas, for you to trend for 100 years, this condition is a bit harsh, isn't it?"

Baker has done a lot of things like this with a smile on his face and a mother selling criticism in the dark world, and now when facing Santa Claus, he is naturally no problem.

"Hmph, harsh, you made me lose the power of faith such a big loss, the old man drove you for a hundred years, it's already a very cheap thing, what, don't you little rabbit cub still want to agree?"

Santa Claus spoke calmly, but the powerful aura that emanated from his body showed that as long as Baker said nothing, he would definitely teach the other party how to behave.

"Cough, okay, drive 100 years for 100 years, follow someone as strong as my uncle for 100 years, no loss, no loss, hehehe......"

In the face of the powerful Santa Claus, Baker did not hesitate, and simply chose to give in, otherwise, looking at this posture, the other party may destroy his body twice, Baker doesn't want to suffer this kind of foreign crime anymore, of course, what he said is just a blank check, he is not a person from this small world, after completing the task, he will leave this place as soon as possible, as for what drives 100 years, or 1000 years, so what's the use?

After seeing Santa's 'kindness', Baker felt no guilt about this kind of empty check with his chest patted on his chest.

Santa Claus was naturally slightly surprised to see Baker so happily agreeing to the request, but then he thought that he had a great cultivation advantage over the other party, and it was impossible for the other party to regret and deny it, so he didn't think much about it in his heart.

However, in order to avoid accidents, Santa Claus then planted a 'mark' on Baker's body, so that even if Baker escaped by any means, he could locate the other party's location and hunt him down at the first time.

Baker couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for Santa Claus just to give himself a positioning marker, he was really worried that Santa Claus would take out something similar to a 'slave scroll' and use it for himself, if that was the case, Baker would leave this small world as soon as possible, even if the reward in this small world was good, but if he became a slave at the mercy of others, what was the use of the reward?

"Beck boy, since you like to give gifts, go quickly, and go back with the old man after you finish giving them!"

Santa Claus said indifferently, anyway, he also lost the qualification to obtain the power of faith, and the bag of gifts was also wasted, so it was better to give a favor.

Looking at the white-bearded fat old man in front of him, the corners of Baker's mouth couldn't help but pull, if he was really an ordinary curious baby, in order to give a bag of inconsequential gifts, he would take 100 years to make cows and horses for others, it was really wronged, however, in the face of such things, the Santa Claus in front of him was so light-hearted, obviously, he didn't take himself to heart, thinking that this was a matter of course, in this regard, Baker couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, Santa Claus, really merciful!

What he thought in his heart, he naturally couldn't show it on the surface, Baker obediently agreed, picked up the gift bag on the ground, and walked quickly towards the town ahead.

Later, Santa Claus saw that Baker had traveled more than ten meters away, so he stepped on the sleigh, urging the reindeer to follow slowly, the reindeer looked at the figure of Baker in front, and secretly glanced at his master, his big eyes were full of doubts, and Santa Claus in the back, his eyes have been staring at Baker's body, and a fine light flashed in his eyes from time to time, which seemed to be a little contrary to the kindness it seemed on the surface.

For Baker, a would-be magician, the distance between him and the town was nothing, and it didn't take long for him to get close to the town during his high-speed run.

As soon as he stepped into the town, Baker unleashed the Hidden Mist Magic and disappeared from his form.

For these ordinary people in the town, it is really shocking to carry a bag from house to house, so Baker naturally used the method of concealing his figure.

The town is not big, it looks like there are only a few hundred households, but when Baker walked into it, he felt a strong festive atmosphere, the trees that were beautifully decorated, under the illumination of various colored lights, presented a beautiful scene of fire trees and silver flowers, coupled with the soft light reflected in the small houses, which made the atmosphere seem peaceful and harmonious.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, but all of them are filled with happy and quiet smiles, which makes people involuntarily infected by it, and their mood is inexplicably calm.

Influenced by this atmosphere, Baker left all the unpleasant thoughts he had suffered at Santa Claus behind, and he was immediately put into his proper role, following the system's reminders, crawling from the pointed chimney on the roof to the houses, and began to deliver gifts.

After experiencing a few 'burglary gifts', Baker is a little obsessed with this place, because the warmth and tranquility in the cottages make Baker like it very much, the hot fireplace, the colorful Christmas tree, and the family around the table eating hot food, all make Baker, a lonely person who has lived in the ravages of wild beasts since childhood, extremely yearning.

99 gifts are a lot, but Beck, who is immersed in giving gifts, feels that it will be done in a while, and when he finds that there is only one gift box left in the bag, Baker can't help but feel a little unsatisfied, but he came to the Christmas world this time to get a reward, and this last gift box is the reward, and he naturally will not give this one out generously.

Walking casually down the street, he took the last gift out of the bag, and Baker was about to take it into his arms, when he suddenly choked, because he saw a little girl curled up in the corner of a large house.

The snowflakes fell on her body, covering her somewhat dry hair and tattered clothes with a layer of white, and if it weren't for Baker's advanced cultivation and sensitive sensitivity, he might not have noticed the other party.

At this time, I saw this little girl staring ahead for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking, if it weren't for the occasional wisp of white air exhaled between her mouth and nose, Baker would have thought that the other party had frozen there.

Sting!

Suddenly, the little girl moved, she lit a match a little stiffly, put it in front of her eyes and was stunned, and her thin little arms, which were half exposed, were frozen and blue, and she didn't even realize it.

(End of chapter)