When the dust cleared, Andersen fell to one knee, and in front of him, the book he had been holding was floating, the book kept opening, and the pages kept turning.

"What? Weird? Can't even beat a book yourself? ”

“……”

"Haha, don't you even have the intellect to read through this book? Killing Hospital. ”

Andersen was still sneering at the Killing Academy, but there was no anger on the Killing Academy's face, just quietly looking at Andersen and listening to Andersen.

"Cut, it's boring, let me teach you a lesson."

The book fell back into Hans Christian Andersen's hands, but if you look closely, you can see that the book at this time is very different from before, not only has a mermaid on the cover, but also other patterns, all from Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales.

"If you just read it as a book, then you're wrong, this guy is different, its existence itself is an inherent enchantment, this guy is a servant who can reflect the master's mental state, as the embodiment of dreams, and has been looking for an entity that can become a mimic slave......

Hans Christian Andersen stroked the book as he spoke, and the book once again shone a faint light, as if conveying ...... Joyful emotions.

"I'm sorry for adding so many messy stories to you, I'm sorry for letting you do something you don't like all the time, I'm sorry...... Become your master without permission......

There is no way to find a nameless book, and the name written without permission is just the name of the story, at this moment, I will officially name you, and the fulfillment of your wish has changed from blank to full-

It's called "Nursery Rhymes: A Story for Someone"

The book bloomed with a dazzling light on Andersen's chest, and this light made the Killing Academy have to turn their heads away for a while, Gongsun Xin understood that the book given by Mananan was actually a collection of magical powers, and he had been looking for someone's lost servant.

The light slowly retracted, and a cute little girl appeared in front of Andersen, the little girl was wearing a black dress, and her cute big eyes blinked.

Alice...... Alice ......"

"Well, it's Alice, and it's a nursery rhyme."

"The story will go on forever.

Turn back to the first page with your slender fingers,

Or pick up the second volume.

As long as the grieving reader continues to resist reality"

The nursery rhyme said to Andersen, although the words of the nursery rhyme were said to Andersen, but the killing house also heard it clearly, Andersen touched the head of the nursery rhyme and said.

"Counting songs for kids. It is precious as a gem when first encountered, but gradually forgotten with the passage of time. Adult pockets are leaky. But it's not for nothing. It's worthless, but it's valuable. Childhood memories are like that, right? ”

Andersen said softly to the nursery rhyme, Gongsun Xin knew that this was what Andersen said when they first met, he didn't care at the time, and now it seems that Andersen was ready for all this at that moment.

"Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

Poseidon's crazy voice sounded in the ears of the Killing House, and the Killing House sighed, yes, Poseidon was still watching the battle, and she had to continue.

"That's the end of the gossip."

"Heh, you're still in the same trouble. Nursery rhyme! ”

"It's Alice~"

The nursery rhyme became a book again, a colorful book, which fell safely into Hans Christian Andersen's hand, the book opened automatically, the pages turned quickly, and countless pages flew out of the book.

"Little match girl!"

Andersen, who has nursery rhymes in hand, can actually use some other fairy tales, but Andersen doesn't want to use other powers, he has to complete the battle on his own.

Unlike before, it was no longer a match that appeared in Andersen's hand, but the flying pages fell to the ground, and a little girl appeared, the girl was pitiful, and with a wave of her hand, the surroundings of the killing house were instantly surrounded by fire.

"Electro-Optical Punishment"

More than thirty beams of flowing water in the hands of the Killing House suppressed the flames, but the Killing House found that the current flames were very different from before, and it was not so easy to fight.

"Humph!"

The Killing House snorted coldly, and a large amount of foam appeared around it, extinguishing the flames around it, and as before, the little "Nightingale" rushed towards the Killing House again, and when she was about to fight back, a sense of crisis surged into her heart.

The Killing House disappeared in an instant, and a "red dancing shoe" landed accurately in the original place of the Killing Temple, and the Killing House had just avoided the blow and had not yet stabilized, when suddenly his legs were covered with ice and snow, and then, the whole person was frozen.

"It's over!"

Andersen said in a deep voice, when the Killing House was unavoidable, the "little match girl" once again used the flames to devour the Killing Temple, and the Killing House showed a faint smile in the flames and frost.

"It's really not like you, trying to let yourself do what you're not good at, trying hard to make yourself do what you don't want to do, I really miss it, this gentleness, this ...... Love ......"

The Killing House retracted its noisy thoughts, and the Killing House unreservedly released the divinity of the four sea gods on its body, and under the powerful energy fluctuations, both the flame and the frost disappeared completely.

"I want to see how far you can go."

"Heh, then you're probably going to be disappointed."

Killing House was stunned for a moment, and then, laughing, Andersen raised the book in his hand, and the book slowly flew into the air, opening his own pages towards Killing Academy.

Killing House looked up, it seemed to be a mermaid, and a happy smile appeared on the mermaid's face, Andersen hesitated for a moment, and said.

“…… The pages of the book murmured, and the pieces of grass and trees were bookmarked. - A story dedicated to someone! ”

Hans Christian Andersen freed the treasure of the nursery rhyme, and all the pages flying in the air flew down, converging between Andersen and the Killing House, and a beautiful mermaid appeared in front of the Killing Temple.

"Daughter of the Sea"

Hans Christian Andersen summoned his last fairy tale, this time the Little Mermaid is no longer a statue but a real mermaid, the Little Mermaid bows her head slightly and her eyes are closed, as if she is praying.

Then the little mermaid raised her head with a smile on her face, opened her arms, and looked at the Killing Temple, which clearly felt that the divinity of the four sea gods in her body was disappearing.

"That's right...... That's what you think. The Killing House looked at the Little Mermaid in a daze. Andersen's expression also softened, and he stretched out his hand slightly and said softly.

"The mermaid princess I love."