Paine's game

"In other words, this match can create illusions? Just like those narcotics?"

After finishing speaking, Paine regretted it. How could such a big child know what narcotics are?

As a result, the little girl shook her head and said.

"No, what Fantasy Match creates is not a simple illusion, but a fact that may happen. Those narcotic drugs cannot be compared with Fantasy Match at all."

Paine had a headache.

Because he originally thought that the difficulty in communicating with the little girl was that the little girl might not understand him.

As a result, Paine now couldn't understand the little girl's words at all.

What is a possible fact? The fantasy match of love is not a mental anesthetic that creates illusions, but a hexagram used to predict the future.

But looking at the serious-looking little girl, Paine felt that he couldn't share the same experience as this little girl. Back then, opium was still called a longevity pill, and this little girl thought it was normal to imagine that matches could create possible facts.

The short-haired girl on the side took a more direct action at this time - she struck the match against the wall, and with a bang, the match burned instantly.

Of course, Paine would not miss this opportunity - it was rare for someone else to take advantage of the situation, so there was no reason why he wouldn't watch it.

The flame of the match was originally just an ordinary orange, then turned blue, then green... The fewer the match stems, the smaller it became. It was about to burn to the end and almost burn the short-haired girl's hand.

At this time, the short-haired girl trembled as if she had just woken up, and the match fell directly onto the straw.

"It's over -" Pan's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he was going to cause a big disaster, but he didn't expect that the flame was extinguished immediately after it fell on the straw.

Pan En looked at the short-haired girl who had just woken up from a dream and the match with smoke rising in astonishment, and was speechless for a moment.

"The fire of fantasy cannot burn anyone or light straw."

The little girl seemed to see through Paine's mind.

"It's materialization!" The short-haired girl's eyes suddenly widened, and the woman looked excited, "It's the power of materialization! This is already infinitely close to the realm of gods!"

She stood up excitedly, and made an action that made Pain extremely ugly - she grabbed Pain's collar like an eagle grabbing a chicken, and directly lifted him up.

"Hahahahaha, this world is so special! There is such a thing! It's unbelievable!" The short-haired girl almost lost control and shouted to Paine, "It's a manifestation! This match has the ability to turn the fantasy in the head into a reality.

The ability to realize reality is not about predicting the future, it is about creating the future!”

"Put me down! You crazy woman!" Paine seized the opportunity to break free from her jade hands as powerful as iron pincers.

"Hey, with this strange power, this woman is really dangerous."

"Hahahaha..." The short-haired girl was still smiling stupidly, completely unaware of Pan's anger.

"You said materialization, turning the fantasy in your mind into reality, then what did you conjure?"

Pan stared at the short-haired girl with fear and said unceremoniously: "You are empty-handed now!"

"Because it's still a little short, a little short..." The short-haired girl recovered from her silly smile and turned her eyes to the little girl, "This match is not effective enough. Where is a more pure match? I believe that match can do it! Put it

Give me!"

The little girl shook her head, "I only have these. The matches with higher purity are all at my father's place."

The little girl looked at the two of them seriously and said, "And the pure moonlight, the greater the side effects of fantasy matches. You are foreigners and don't know how terrible it is. The price of a dream coming true is not something ordinary people can afford. Only when you are desperate and desperate."

Only people will use it.”

"The price? Of course you have to pay a price to be able to realize your fantasy." The eyes of the short-haired girl still had an unfading eagerness, "This is the power that only gods can possess."

She directly grabbed a handful of matches from the bag, rubbed them and held them in her hand, then closed her eyes in intoxication. "It's amazing, it's almost like the real thing - no, this is real!"

This woman looks exactly like an addict after he gets what he wants.

"This woman—" Paine was speechless.

"Then are these fantasy matches okay?" Paine no longer paid attention to the short-haired girl. He pointed to the matchsticks on the ground and said to the little girl, "I heard people say that fantasy matches are contraband. You have such a

Doesn’t it matter?”

"These ordinary fantasy matches are everywhere in Copenhagen. Many children like me will take some matches out to sell at night - the guards will not catch us children, they will only catch the poor guys who buy our fantasy matches and

A huge fine is imposed, which is additional income for the guards."

"The guards in the city are the personal guards of the current king Frederick VII. They played a great role in his seizure of the throne. After Frederick VII ascended the throne, he gave them great rights, even overriding them.

Above the Royal Guards. They are a group of greedy wolves whose thirst for wealth never ends."

The little girl's conversation was very mature, and these words were not something a little girl of her age could say.