"What, stop the rain?" I asked, surprised.

I found that there was a hint of evil in my heart in this surprise of mine, in fact, I had hoped for it for a long time, but I just smiled dumbly when I sealed it in a copper box in the underground cellar, which exuded an unbearable musty smell of mud and rust.

Should I be irrepressibly happy that the meditation that I had swirled in the depths of my dreams was pulled out without any foresight?

I looked around at the others, and everyone fell silent. I suddenly lowered my head and looked at the jagged yellowed strands of hay on the ground, swaying lonely in the fresh green grass that could flow juice.

Or is it that because I have waited too long, I am not in a hurry to ecstasy, and my heart is a little numb and desolate?

"Haha, yes, don't look at Carol like this, she has this kind of superpower. How's that, isn't it amazing?" said Lulu, writhing energetically.

The ribbons on her cuffs and neckline swayed restlessly back and forth, like marionettes. Why is she always so full of energy? Maybe it's because of her innate heat-attribute physique. But where does she get all this energy out of her? Does her body generate energy on its own? I think it's a bit of a puzzle.

"Really, Carlo, can you really stop the rain?" Ao slammed forward one step at a time, and I could faintly hear the air being cut.

It must have been anxious for an affirmative answer. Haha, this little thing.

But why do I think that the question seems to raise questions, but it doesn't give Carol a chance to answer in the negative?

This question is actually a transformed declarative sentence, hehe. It's like an almost ritualistic confirmation. Because, in such a situation, if Carol tries to choose a negative answer, she will have a premonition that a faint dimness will flash in the corner of Ao's eyes, so as to achieve inexplicable noise and discomfort.

"Yes...... Oh, yes. Carol smiled reluctantly and continued, "That'...... Do you want to stop it?"

Ao Ao jumped up and down in place, grinned, revealing his slanted pearlescent teeth, and shouted, "Yes, of course!" It spun around three times in place as it finished speaking, and the smooth fur of its tail swept out a grassy whirlpool, drifting away the stagnant fog.

Anyway, the hair on its tail is so smooth that it makes you want to reach out and wisp it.

So, Carol stretched out her arm, grabbed a slightly cracked wooden music box from somewhere in the air, and gently opened it.

At this moment, the dusty old time came rushing in, and the notes of the starry nocturne were transmitted crookedly into the breath. The outline of the lightning bolt was straightened, and it ran straight for the entrance of the music box along an invisible dotted line. The thunder also gradually weakened until it was hidden. The clouds roll in a gradient of black and blue tones, and they go back and forth for a long time, and finally freeze the form, blooming with a pink and blue hue.

At this time, the sky is as transparent and peaceful as a newborn baby.

The wind was calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Maybe after a few days, no one remembers the stormy time.

But why, as if my heart was being clutched, I couldn't move? It was as if something was missing, but I couldn't tell.