Two of the three wishes are very difficult, but the remaining one just fits Xia De's conjecture about "Match Girl" today. In fact, when thinking of the title of this deity who fell in 1068 of the Fifth Era, it is hard not to think of fairy tales.

After thinking about it for a moment, Xia De looked at the owner of the toy store, and the young man with the ridiculous hat was watching him.

"There is not much time. Today, to satisfy the desire for a story, I will try to tell a fairy tale. The desire for growth and strength, come again next time."

"Of course, then from now until you leave, they can temporarily understand the language you use."

The saint came out from behind the counter, clapped his hands, and five high stools appeared on the open space in front of the counter. So the two men sat down, and the three children happily climbed onto the chairs, and sat there obediently with their hands on their knees.

This neat look made Xia De think of a puppet being manipulated for some reason. Even if the gods are not malicious to mortals, mortals still cannot contact the gods for a long time.

Everyone looked at Xia De with expectant eyes. Xia De cleared his throat after clearing his mind. He understood what he was going to do:

"Oh, children, I am going to tell a very old story now. It is impossible to verify when this story happened, but it is absolutely true."

The three children looked at Xia De with bright eyes. Even the most mature-looking girl was attracted by such opening remarks.

"It was a cold winter, and snowflakes fell from the sky like knives and goose feathers. It was a dimly lit street..."

The saint waved his hands behind him, and the light in the toy store suddenly dimmed. Darkness surrounded the five people sitting together, snowflakes fell from the sky, and under the faint moonlight, their surroundings turned into cold, deserted, dilapidated streets.

Xia De looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was only a silver moon above his head, and there were no traces of the yellow moon and the red moon.

I was thinking in my heart, but the story didn't stop. Moreover, seeing the changes in the surrounding environment, he doubted whether the [creator of innocence] said "no power" was true or not, but the young man smiled at him and asked him to continue talking.

"The girl was wearing a pair of slippers with her bare feet, her feet were bruised and purple from the cold, and the patches on her clothes were too numerous to count. She wrapped her golden hair in an old scarf, huddled her body and carried a small basket, walking on the street superior."

The three children looked around, and sure enough, they saw a girl walking slowly in the snow. They all exclaimed "Oh~" at the same time, Xia De paused, hesitantly continued:

"She was very tired, very hungry, and very cold. But she had to sell the matches in the basket before she was allowed to go home by her father. The girl stopped in front of the brightly lit window and looked into the golden and green In the lobby, it’s...a festival, and there are bustling restaurants in the window, under the decorative tree, there are delicious roast chickens on the table.”

The dilapidated street around the girl suddenly lit up, and the windows showed her the life of the rich. The girl held the basket in her hands that were purple with cold, she stopped in front of the window, her eyes were bright and she looked into the window.

Si minus bXwX.cO Si. With surprise on the children's faces, Xia De suddenly couldn't bear it.

"She was so cold that she huddled against the wall and rested. The snow fell harder and harder. The girl took out a box of matches from the basket, took out one, and lit it in front of her eyes, trying to keep herself warm. In the light of the fire, she saw A warm fireplace, but as soon as she put her foot in it the match went out and she had only a burnt stub in her hand."

Girls in the street struck matches, looked at the flames, and then the flames went out. This time, the sage did not display the part of the vision that Shad had described. What they saw was only the cold reality.

"She lit another match, and a roast goose jumped out of the plate, with a knife and fork stuck in its back, and came towards her. But the match went out again, and there were piles of cold snowflakes in front of her."

The children listened carefully to Shade's story, only the boy who asked for the "story" looked at him, and the older girls and boys looked at the phantom created by the saint.

"So she struck a match a third time, and this time, she sat under a beautiful tree with stacks of gift boxes."

The saint raised his eyebrows suddenly, but said nothing.

"The little girl stretched out her hand to the red box closest to her, but the match went out again. So, she lit the match for the fourth time. This time, in the firelight, there appeared the grandmother who loved her, who was so gentle and loving. She I didn't want grandma to leave, so I quickly struck the whole match."

The children saw the girl huddled in front strike a match, and this time, the part of the "illusion" described by Shade also appeared.

But that was not the loving grandma that Xia De described. What appeared on the snowy night street was a tall figure wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe.

Judging from the cultural customs of this world, this represents death.

Xia De's speech slowed down, and he looked at the old **** [Innocent Creator] suspiciously, who shook his head.

Sacrifice as baolaixsw.com sacrifice as. Time is running out, and Shad wraps up the story:

"In the light of the match, grandma held her in her arms, and the two of them flew away in the light and joy, flying higher and higher, to a place where there is no cold, hunger, or pain."

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Xia De watched this scene, his tone subconsciously slowed down a bit:

"The next day, the sun came up and shone on her little body."

The phantom floated out of the girl, held the hand of the man in black, and disappeared together with the illusion of the street.

The warm and bright toy store returned to the five people again, and the children were still immersed in the story. Xia De looked at the old god, who clapped his hands:

"A good story, although the ending is not so happy, but for children, such a story is the best."

The boy who asked Xia De for the story also looked at him. He hugged the teddy bear and said timidly:

"That's a really good story, sir. Does it have a name?"

"The Little Match Girl."

After saying the name of the fairy tale, Xia De hesitated for a moment and asked a question:

"So, what's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Parker Chad."

Xia De nodded, remembering the name. The saint has already returned to the counter and said with a smile:

"Children, through this story, what do you all understand?"

"Power! You must have power to control your own destiny!"

The girl sat on the high stool and said loudly.

"Grow up! Little kids can't do anything!"

Said the boy with the toy knife.

Mi He Mi. "Stories, sir. Stories don't need meaning. Stories don't need to preach. Stories only need to go deep."

The youngest boy looked at the saint, who shook his head with a smile:

"Yes, you are right. Child, you must be able to become an excellent fairy tale writer. This is my blessing to you."

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