Looking at the body lying quietly on the ground, several alienated monsters swarmed up.

But the slippery tentacles, or the sharp claws, couldn't touch his surface.

The face lifted the monster that stood in his way, and stepped forward to inspect it himself.

But then it fell silent for a while, and its face turned blank.

This turned out to be just an empty shell!

The real master is no longer here.

His face suddenly felt that things were getting worse.

It wants to report this information to the ontology, hoping that nothing goes wrong with the ontology.

As for the shell, the face realized that he couldn't take it with him.

But as long as it doesn't affect your plans, let it stay here quietly for the time being.

Shortly after the face left, the ring on the finger of the shell began to glow.

Then a crystal suddenly appeared next to it.

The flames inside the crystal shimmered, and the monsters that wandered around seemed to be stimulated by something, and they all moved away from the place.

"Katsa—"

"Katsa—"

On the smooth surface, the crack begins to expand and eventually becomes a fragile object that seems to dissipate at the slightest touch.

……

In the depths of the night, a cold wind blew from above, bringing pure white snowflakes.

The snowflakes are light, flying all over the sky and sprinkling the whole city, decorating the whole city into a fairytale world of ice and snow.

But then the snow got heavier and heavier, and even the night was almost frozen.

The Christmas Day of the Lord of Light spread over the city of Wolliv on this night.

It was a bustling and noisy night, and the mood was especially cheerful with the arrival of the new year.

On the colorful street, a little girl in tattered clothes walked by.

She was barefoot, endured the cold, and stepped on a snow-covered stone slab.

Her little feet were now frostbitten from the cold snow, the blood in her little feet had turned black, and her skin was purple.

The little girl had come out with shoes on, which were her mother's shoes, which were big and wide.

She wears it on her feet like stepping on a boat.

Just as the little girl hurried across the road.

Suddenly, several gorgeous carriages rushed along the road.

She didn't have time to dodge, and one of her left shoes was knocked off.

The little girl searched carefully, but was stunned and could not find it.

She stood barefoot, feeling the cold piercing her bones, and her heart was even more anxious.

As for the shoe on his right foot, it was picked up by a teenager across the road.

The boy shook the shoe in his hand, his eyes blank, but his face was smiling and mocking at the little girl.

The little girl was even more sad, and there were already tears rolling in her blue eyes.

With such a thin body, she obviously couldn't beat that strong boy.

If only Mr. Puppet were here......

Such an idea suddenly popped into the little girl's heart.

Who is Mr. Puppet?

Why did I suddenly think of this name.

The sudden thought made her feel a little baffled.

But for the sake of her livelihood, she could only throw away the doubts in her heart and continue to walk on the street tremblingly.

Recently, my father has been a little strange, looking at himself as if he was going to kill her.

A cold wind swept across the little girl's back and made her shiver.

Inside the tattered pockets, thick layers of paper wrapped the matches in layers, for fear that the snowflakes would wet them.

The little girl carefully held the tattered bag with both hands, lest she accidentally miss a few boxes of matches.

She walked from street to street, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, for tonight was Christmas Day for the Lord of Light.

Others should be a family around the fire at this moment to have a reunion dinner.

When the little girl thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a trace of envy.

But then thinking that she didn't make a penny today, the envy in her heart was suddenly swept away.

No one came to buy her matches, not even one!

Now the little girl is tired, hungry, cold.

But she was still wandering alone on the snowy streets.

She didn't dare to go home, she didn't sell a match!

The fluttering goose feather snow kept falling, and the snow pressed down on her long, brilliant hair, making her even more beautiful and lovely.

If you ignore the scars on your face.

But she doesn't think about it, she thinks about the matches that have not been sold in her pocket, and how many matches there are, how many matches she has in her mind.

As she walked, she saw the bright shop windows lining the street.

The windows were filled with warm light, and the light shone through the windows onto the street, so warm that it seemed like the snowdrifts were about to melt.

Ranwen

The aroma of roast goose also ran out with the lights.

The little girl stood barefoot on top of the snowdrift, moved her delicate nose slightly, and very carefully smelled the fragrance that had drifted into the street.

However, the scent quickly drained from the front of her nose.

The little girl froze in place, she didn't smell anything.

Looking around, there was still no one.

The little girl was at peace with herself:

That's right, it's Christmas Day, and who's going to hang out on this snowy night?

The little girl ends up crouching in a remote corner between two large, gorgeous houses.

She squatted down with her feet crossed, and she thought it was the most remote corner, and the cold wind couldn't find her.

But the little girl felt that the place was also terribly cold.

She shuddered and hugged herself, hiding a pair of frostbitten feet under her tattered clothes, like a wounded and curled little hedgehog.

However, no matter how much she tried to hide her young body, it was so cold, it was the same everywhere.

At this time, she thought of her home.

But the house is as tattered as her clothes!

Now her father must be lying in an unknown corner, drunk.

At this moment, her entire body was frozen by the relentless snow and she was almost unconscious.

The little girl touched the matches in her tattered pockets, and it occurred to her that they must be as cold as she was.

Her little hands were about to freeze, and how she longed for a little flame to warm her hands!

The little girl couldn't help touching the matchbox in her tattered clothes, and at last she carefully took out a precious little match.

Just listen to the "snort".

She brushed the wall lightly, and the match immediately burned.

The flames radiated a steady glow in all directions, creating imperceptible scales in the air.

But the little girl's sight only saw a red flame rising up, like a fiery red mirror, and she immediately felt extremely warm.

She looked through the mirror of the match and saw a large and warm living room.

Everything in that living room was very familiar to her.

Is that......

Your original home?