"Alice Messiah initiated a video chat with you."

A blue panel unfolded in front of Ji Yan, and on it there was a cute avatar, which was constantly jumping up and down.

At the same time, the originally empty background was replaced with a picture of an octopus at some point.

Ji Yan looked a little familiar, and after seeing the cracked disc under it, he suddenly came to his senses.

This turned out to be information from the second account.

After getting this account, Ji Yan thought it would be a long time before he could use it.

Unexpectedly, it was only a few days before a message was sent.

Looking at the person who summoned it, it turned out to be a little girl who was less than ten years old.

Ji Yan glanced at the shadow, it was looking at itself nervously, as if it was worried about breaking its master's things, but it didn't see the system panel in front of Ji Yan.

Shadow: (. ・＿・。 ）

From the perception, it can be found that it has been conveying emotions such as panic and guilt, rather than curiosity.

After a deep groan, Ji Yan instructed it: "You put things away first,"

This crystal was obtained from Darren before.

Shining Fire: Do you know what a match can ignite? It could be a candle in the dark or a cigar at a ball; It can be the shining stars in the sky or the dark world on the earth. If it were you, what would you ignite?

Ji Yan turned his gaze back to the dancing avatar, thought for a while, and then decisively clicked to answer.

There was silence in the living room, as if time had frozen here.

The shadow lowered his head and obediently put things away, and when he returned to Ji Yan's side, he found that he had been lying on the sofa for some time.

It looked at the untouched food on the table, and then tilted its head to look at Ji Yan, who seemed to be asleep.

Then it starts to stand still and think.

A few minutes passed, and it seemed to think of something.

The whole body seems to convey happy emotions to the outside world.

I saw it turn into a pool of flowing liquid, touched the second floor, and came to the door of Ji Yan's bedroom.

Then slipped in through the crack in the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and a chair figure appeared in the doorway, followed by a blurred shadow.

The chair seemed to be a little speechless to the shadow, but at the urging of the shadow, he used a few tentacles of his own to slowly go downstairs and come to the living room.

The chair looked at Ji Yan, who was unconscious in front of him, and first stretched out a brown-red tentacle to straighten his posture so as not to fall off the sofa.

At the same time, the position was adjusted, so that Ji Yan could lie more comfortably.

Then he took out a thin blanket from the bedroom and covered Ji Yan's body.

The chair looked at the steaming food on the table, stretched out two tentacles, and then intertwined with each other, as if forming a Dharma seal.

Its speed was extremely fast, and only a few afterimages were seen streaking through the air.

A hazy white mist of light formed, enveloping the table, after which the heat from the meal almost stopped draining.

Seeing that the shadow didn't seem to have anything to do with himself, he could only gather around Ji Yan and use his ability to devour all things to block some floaters.

……

The city of Warlive, the capital of the Solomon Empire.

At night, a cold wind blew at some point, and then pure white ice crystals fell.

The snow is as light as fine salt sprinkled into the sky, flying all over the sky and then falling like rain, decorating the whole city into a fairytale world of ice and snow.

The weather began to turn bitterly cold, and most of the people walking on the streets were worried and hurried.

Since the city was under martial law, everyone's hearts seem to be clouded.

Although they didn't know what was going on, they could vaguely detect something unusual through the various movements of the empire.

However, this is not something they can touch, so most people are worried about whether their lives will be affected by this.

But the thought of arriving home is a happy scene of being able to sit by the warm fireplace with a steaming cup of coffee in your hand and your own family next to you.

Their worries seemed to be much better, and the tiredness between their brows and eyes was like ice and snow, slowly melting away when they touched the warmth.

"Sell matches! Sell matches! ”

"Is there any gentleman or lady who wants to buy a box of matches?"

In the bright light, there was a little girl in tattered clothes walking down the street, shouting helplessly.

Her clothes were large, large enough to envelop her whole body.

But it didn't give her the slightest warmth, for there were many tattered holes in it, and although there were traces of repair, it was of little use.

In such a cold winter, just two pieces of clothing are obviously not enough.

A blush had already appeared on the little girl's fair face, which was a trace of being frozen.

"Sir, do you want a box of matches?"

When the little girl saw someone pulling out a pipe, she immediately chased after her.

She wears a pair of slippers on her little feet, and the slippers are very large, and when she walks, she has to be careful if they will fall off.

Because of this, when the little girl chased after her, one of the slippers that were big for her fell off, and then she was accidentally knocked down, and fell hard, and the whole person fell on the stone slab covered with snowflakes.

When the little girl struggled to support herself with her hands and raised her head, a shocking bloodstain had appeared on her baby-fat face.

Due to the roughness of the stone slab, there was also a severe abrasion on the elbow, and several bright red marks could be seen.

However, the little girl did not care about the scars on her body, and she wanted to catch up with the customer who was likely to buy matches.

When she stood up, however, she saw that the gentleman had bought a box of matches somewhere else.

The little girl's hands were almost frozen, and she clutched the matches in her pockets, and her eyes were confused.

"Dear Sir and Madam, please buy a box of matches......"

The little girl's shouts continued to ring out in the streets, and she had only sold a few boxes of matches today, and she couldn't even afford to eat.

The sky is getting darker and the temperature is getting colder.

The little girl's body was already covered with snowflakes, and some of them slowly turned into water stains due to the temperature of her body, seeping into the tattered coat.

The wounds on his face seemed to be frozen, still maintaining a vivid red color.

She had lost some sensation and felt no pain.

There were fewer and fewer people on the streets, and the little girl could only return home disappointed.

Her home is in the slums.

It is a building that can barely be called a house.

The gate was rotten in half, and there was a large hole in the top, but it was covered with discarded newspapers that no one else wanted.

There were only two small openings in the window, and when winter came, it was also pasted with newspaper.

The little girl lifted the door halfway with some difficulty, and when she entered, she struggled to move it back to the outside.

The room was pitch black, and there was no light in sight.

Like most poor homes, the little girl didn't have a lamp in her home.

It was only after the little girl's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness that she found her father unconscious and drunk on the ground.

Holding a wine bottle in his hand, he muttered to himself.

The little girl quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she should not be beaten again tonight.

Blinking her big blue eyes, she struggled to drag her father onto a straw mat and then covered him with a quilt.

The quilt was dirty, and a lot of cotton wool was exposed.

But it was the only quilt in the house, and she herself covered it with straw.

The little girl crept back to her hut, where there was only a table and straw on the floor, and on the table lay a basically tattered book, but nothing else.

The snow had stopped for now, and the moonlight was shining through the window.

The little girl picked up a book in surprise and leaned over to the moonlight, where she read it with relish.

It is a book left behind by her mother, which records the story of her mother's clan from generation to generation, and it records the god she believed in, Optos.

While her mother was still there, she sang nursery rhymes about Optus to lull her to sleep.

He is rumored to have the power to travel against time, and that he likes to make friends with young girls and help them with their troubles.

This made the lone little girl very envious, hoping that she could also have a friend who could help her.

Fingers stroke over the pages of the book, on which are the mantras of prayer recorded.

The little girl couldn't help but read softly.

"A traveler of time."

"A fairy through history."

"I hereby ask for your arrival."

"Help me wait."

"For this I would like to offer ......"

Thinking of this, the little girl was stunned, and for a while she didn't know what to offer.

But the bulging matches in her bag reminded her, so she continued.

"For this I would like to offer a box of matches."

Minutes and seconds passed, but nothing happened.

The little girl's blue and pure eyes carried a touch of loss.

Sure enough, fairy tales can't happen in the real world anyway.

But she didn't know that there was a box of matches in her pocket and suddenly disappeared.