Because you were created, you should live and die for your master, no matter what the situation may be, and this is the fate of the puppet. Other than that, there is no alternative.

-- Inscription

Night. Deep in the small metal squares. Charms are carved around the walls and fill the small rooms. The strangely shaped characters emit a faint green light, which can only make them see clearly, and do not disperse. In the middle of the room was a huge ice cube, and across from it stood a man, with black hair and a black trench coat, and a pair of clear red eyes that exuded a bewitching aura in the middle of the night.

He took a step back, and his left hand slammed into a large, bright red character that glowed a faint red. He muttered something in his mouth, and then the red light suddenly connected into a less obvious circle, lit up, and then went out, and suddenly there seemed to be some reaction in the ice cube, and a thing that glowed with a blue-white ice spirit light began to light up, more and more dazzling, and in an instant the characters on the ground suddenly lit up, first on the periphery, and then, along the place where the person had just shot, gradually extended out, connecting into a bright red five-pointed star, and at the same time, the brightness of the blue-white cold light in the ice cube also increased instantly, causing the man to stagger back a few steps, and his right arm was raised to block the strong light。 The red light covered the bottom, and the blue-white bright light rushed to the roof at once, as if it was dissatisfied with this small room, and suddenly broke through the ceiling and shot into the sky, the dim and gloomy sky showed a trace of disorder, and the cold light broke the silence and quickly receded, as if nothing had happened.

It all happened in a split second.

All that had been a metal room was the mutilated, charred-black floor and a small part of the wall to which it was attached, as well as the large ice cube that had been somewhat deformed. The dust and mist filled the place, causing the man to cough.

That's when something happened to that block of ice. First, a protruding piece of black ice began to peel off little by little, and finally a delicate and beautiful doll, with waist-length long hair, water-blue eyes, and a white kimono tied with a light blue ribbon.

The man was quick-eyed, jumped upwards and somersaulted, and held it in his hand with his left hand. Suddenly retreated sharply, supported the wall with his right hand, and landed steadily.

At the same time, the large crystal ice began to fall down in large chunks, and the loud rumbling sound was endless. In a few moments, the ice was peeled off to a thin layer, and out of it came a delicate human figure. When I got closer, I realized that the figure was a woman, no different from the appearance of the doll, but larger, like an enlarged version of the doll.

The woman walked up to the man, opened her big blank eyes, and said indifferently, "Master." The man laughed and said, "Since you consider me your master, I should give you a name." That's good, since you are cultivated by the ice as the body, the body is shaped by the snow, and you have the consciousness of the essence of ice and snow, so how about I call you 'Bingliu'?" Bingliu bowed his head slightly and said, "Thank you master for the name." ”

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself just now, my name is Chang. Chang smiled again, but there was no smile in his eyes, "It's not too early, let's go." Also, I've arranged a place for you, you can live there for the time being, and be careful not to let others know, understand?" Chang's smile narrowed and he asked seriously.

"Yes, master. Bingliu replied without the slightest emotion.

Beforehand-

"Is that really the case?"

"Hmm. ”

"Doomed?" a woman with long curly blond hair and a pale cyan dress approached and asked, "And what are you going to do?"

"What should I do?" the boy in black asked with a wry smile, "Probably, we can just let it be." ”

"Let it be?," said the dark-haired girl beside the boy who had asked the question at first, in a questioning tone, "but you should also know the consequences of doing so." Would you like to ask the Knicks for help?"

"No, I don't. The boy immediately replied, "I don't want to implicate her in this matter for the time being." What about Atropus?"

"Oh, she's," the dark-haired girl scowled into a room, "tidying things up." Are you going to call her over?"

"Still not. The boy smiled slightly, and said, "Well, I'll have to trouble asking you for help in the future." ”

"Got it. Hello for yourself. The blonde woman replied.

"Is it all right?" the brunette girl asked her sister, "in his capacity, if it is true as the foreshadowing says, wouldn't it be ......?" she said.

"Definitely. It seems that how all this will develop can only depend on creation. The blonde woman looked sadly at the sky.