Simon's spiritual power quickly created a barrier to resist the spiritual pollution. The spiritual pollution of the Kabanelli worm was very powerful, and the spiritual barrier was being corroded a little bit.

"So strong mental pollution, is it that its consciousness is no longer incomplete?" Simon frowned, and when his mind moved, the black fire flew out of the eyes of the trial spirit, quickly fell into the spiritual world, and burned directly to the kabanelli worm.

The Kabanelli worm was ignited by the black fire, and it cried out in pain. It wanted to escape, but Simon's mental power directly blocked it and trapped it.

However, the kabanelli worm broke through the restraint and escaped.

Simon raised his brows, walked towards the Soul Hunter's pistol, and stared at the past. The kabanelli worm in it was shivering, roaring in horror, it was afraid, it was afraid of the power of the black fire.

"Come out." Simon shouted in a low voice.

However, the Kabanelli worm was not willing to come out at all, and Simon wanted to pull it out directly with his spiritual eyes, but the Kabanelli worm struggled violently, but it couldn't come out, and the words were confusing and not a sentence.

"Is this guy's consciousness still wrecked?" Simon frowned, and used the power of black fire to burn the kabanelli.

The cabanelli worms kept wailing, sending out the mental fluctuations begging for mercy to Simon.

Simon kept communicating with him, but it was difficult for the Kabanellie to understand Simon's meaning. It took more than ten minutes to understand Simon's words, and it cringed and entered Simon's spiritual world again.

Simon communicated together again and finally confirmed that this guy was a 'fool'.

The consciousness of the kabanelli is still incomplete.

Simon was a little helpless, and put the kabanelli worm back into the Soul Hunter's pistol. The shadow ghost absorbed the magic energy in the Soul Hunter's pistol, making the Soul Hunter's pistol fall asleep again.

He picked up the Soul Hunter's pistol and thought: Magic energy pollution can indeed make the Soul Hunter's pistol mutate, but it's not enough, it seems that he has to try to contaminate it with a higher concentration of pollution sources.

He plans to try it with a medium-sized pollution source after a while, and if it is not enough, try with a large-scale pollution source.

Although this will consume a lot of resources, if the Soul Hunter Pistol can be fully awakened, he will have another trump card, and then more magic energy pollution will be worth it.

Simon let the shadow ghost absorb all the overflowing magic energy in the room and left the room.

He has been in the basement for more than five hours, and it is now one or two in the morning, and it is time to go back to rest.

He left the basement. The old cat was lying dozing at the door of the basement, next to his favorite music box, playing soft music. When he found Simon coming, it opened its eyes, let out a soft cry, and then closed the music box. Hanging on a chain around his neck.

Simon picked it up: "Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest."

The old cat was lying in Simon's arms, and Simon returned to his room. The old cat jumped down and jumped up to the edge of the window on his own, ready to rest there.

Suddenly, the old cat barked at the outside, and Simon turned his head to look and found that there were actually snowflakes floating outside.

Simon walked to the window, opened the window, and a cold wind came in. Simon shivered and looked outside, the snow was flying.

Feather-like snow fell from the sky, as if someone was dumping in the sky.

This is the first time Simon has seen snow since he came to this world, and the snow is particularly heavy.

He reached out and picked up some snowflakes, but the falling snow was not pure white, but off-white.

It should be mixed with dust from the sky of Fossa City during the condensation process.

Thinking of this, Simon's good mood when he first saw the snow was somewhat destroyed, and he wiped off the snowflakes in his hand.

Simon closed the window, touched the old cat and said, "Go to sleep over the fireplace."

The old cat nodded, jumped out of the window, and ran to the fireplace, which was warm and had a fluffy den.

The old cat lay down directly to sleep, and Simon also went to bed and went directly into a deep sleep state.

The next day I woke up and walked to the window. It was still snowing outside, and the manor was already pure white.

The whole yard is silver and white, especially those tall trees, which are covered in silver and are particularly beautiful.

The snow that is falling now is pure white, and the dust in the air has been brought down by last night's snowflakes.

In the yard, the punk housekeeper was directing the servants to clear the snow on the ground.

He also saw the three dogs, the big white mouse and the little Ruiqier running and playing in the snow not far away, laughing and laughing.

The little guy from Fuwa actually followed behind, but it snowed so hard last night that Fuwa's small body sank in directly, and was desperately trying to get out.

Orissa stood aside, holding an umbrella, watching them play.

He didn't see Paul. That kid Paul should have gone to the Cavaliers training ground.

Simon was in a very good mood when he saw Xiao Ruiqier and the others. Maybe this kind of life was what he wanted.

He put on his clothes, walked out of the room, and went to the hall.

Seeing Chekwin huddled on the sofa beside the fireplace at this moment, smoking a cigar, it was quite pleasant.

"Simon, why are you up so late, I've been up for almost half an hour." Chek said warmly.

Simon raised his brows: "Since you're up, why don't you go out to exercise."

"Didn't you see snow outside?"

"It doesn't snow if it snows. What does it have to do with your exercise? Crow, take him out to exercise~lightnovelpub.net~ Damn me, you want to freeze me to death."

"The colder the weather, the better you can exercise. Stop dawdling and go out quickly. Xiao Ruiqi'er and the others are playing outside, so you can't go out to exercise?"

Chekwen rolled his eyes, and immediately woke up: "My body hurts a lot. The injury from yesterday was not healed. I have to rest for a day today."

"I helped you heal you yesterday." Simon said lightly.

"No, definitely not, I'm still in pain." Cheekwen quibble.

Simon looked at Crow, Crow said, "Is it okay?"

"There will be no problem."

Crow nodded and walked towards Chekwen.

"Hey, hey, Brother Kro, don't do this, let me rest for a day, my body really hurts."

"When you woke up in the morning, you didn't scream in pain." Crow said lightly.

"I've been holding back in the morning. I really can't. It's still snowing outside."

"Mr. Gust, if it's okay, then it's okay. If you don't get up, I'll force you out." Crow was expressionless.

Chekwen was forced to stand up helplessly, and glared at Simon, who ignored him with a smile.

Chekwen walked out slowly, and suddenly his eyes rolled again: "If you want to exercise, you have to let me eat and cook. I didn't eat last night, and I don't have any strength now."

"Forget it, let's go after breakfast." Simon said helplessly.

Simon walked outside, and the punk housekeeper found Simon and came over busy.

"Master, do you want breakfast?"

"Go get ready."