Summoning the Beast: Create a Cthulhu Loli at the beginning

Xia Yunheng exchanged the advanced stone for a coupon to his mother, but his mother finally gave up becoming a summoner and chose to give the advanced stone to his father, realizing his father's knot over the years.

Xia Yunheng's right eyelid jumped and sighed.

Although this is not the optimal solution for him, he respects his mother's choice.

From the moment the voucher is exchanged for the mother, it already belongs to the mother, and how to deal with the mother's own things is the mother's own business.

But Father Xia didn't give Sister Xia the stepping stone that the gram was replaced...

He chose the C-rank orange cat that he had once hated and hated as a disgrace, because then he could become a B-rank summoner.

Sister Tan Xia is still a D-rank secret puppet.

This was the first time Xia Yunheng felt that things were out of his control.

After Xia Yunheng goes to the college entrance examination, B-level father will be the pillar of the family, and there can be a B summoner in the family, and he can live a very nourishing life in the post city.

This is incomparable to having one more summoner and a C-level secret puppet in the family.

There are two B-level summoners in the family, which can be regarded as the upstart of the post city, and it is not impossible to find opportunities to earn resources in the future, so that the mother can become a summoner or talk about Sister Xia's advancement.

It is true that whether it is the mother's abandonment or the father's abandonment of Tanxia, it is the best solution for cost performance in the eyes of adults.

But in his own home, Xia Yunheng is always a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps.

The soul fusion also fused the innocence of the 15-year-old boy, and perhaps he had also fantasized in his heart about the kind of sensibility of the shonen manga that was desperate for everything and only thought about the warmth of the family regardless of interests.

But that's fine, who knows if he'll come back alive.

At that time, my father was the pillar of the family.

Tier B is indeed better.

But soon, Xia Yunheng didn't have the time to care about these nonsense.

Approaching the second round of the college entrance examination, Xia Yunheng is very busy, there are a lot of things to do at school, and she has to find time to accompany her younger brothers and sisters.

Xia Yunheng also told a lot of stories to Xia Anzhi, what Snow White, the ugly duckling, and the little match girl.

Xia Yunheng solemnly told Xia Anzhi that the responsibility of reading bedtime stories to his sister after he left would be handed over to you.

"Why did the little match girl obey her father so much that she froze to death in the snow?"

Xia Anzhi asked.

"I don't have a father like that."

(If anything, the information file also records that he is deceased.)

Xia Anzhi smiled obediently, looking up at Xia Yunheng with innocent and pure pupils, showing a slightly happy look on his pale face because of illness, but his temperament was serene and peaceful, as if he was grateful for the little happiness he had.

Xia Yunheng deeply thinks that their father is responsible for the family, takes care of his mother, and protects his children, which is not comparable to the scum in fairy tales.

Xia Yunheng was in a good mood, and his recent depression was relieved, and his interest was high, and he also talked about their changes in the 21st century.

"The Little Girl Who Sold Nuclear Bombs"

waited until he finished talking about it with great interest, and he realized that there seemed to be something wrong.

Is it really appropriate for him to tell this story to his young brother?

But tonight was a rewarding one.

The young man's face was filled with an innocent and beautiful prayer: "I hope to become a powerful summoner and help more people, so that there will no longer be a little match girl like the one in the story." At

that moment, the light of the Virgin Mary on Cheyenne's body shone on the earth, and Xia Yunheng, who flashed for a while, couldn't open her eyes.

The words of Cheyenne are gentle with steel toughness, gentle with solemnity, and people can't help but yearn for it.

"My dream is to have a world of nuclear peace."

The old father Xia Yunheng was moved to tears, Xia Anzhi deserves to be a good boy in the new era who was taught by his love for the core values of socialism.

On the day of departure, Qingmo and Xia Yunheng stepped into the examination room with some other children in the school.

All the teachers and classmates came to see him off, his father helped him carry his suitcase, his mother sorted out his clothes for him, and Xia Anzhi and Xia Jiu'an hung on him and refused to leave.

When it came to turning around and getting into the car, it was impossible to tell whose cry it was.

A special atmosphere permeates the entire car.

"College entrance examination, I'm here."

Xia Yunheng murmured softly.

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I have always been unafraid to speculate on the examinee with the worst malice.

However, I didn't believe it, and I didn't expect that the examiner would be so cruel.

Xia Yunheng looked up at the sky, it was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

I opened my phone and looked at it, and it was good.

Four o'clock in the morning.

A group of people were pressed down, and they were already driven out to stand at the airport.

There were big bags and small bags all over the ground, and there were even sacks of hemp snakes in the suitcases, plus they were sleepy-eyed, mentally poor, and their hair was messy, like a group of refugees fleeing the famine.

I vaguely heard a few dog barks, and there were a few teenagers who came with the instructor.

In the spotlight, it was a baby-faced teenager who looked even smaller than them, but it wasn't.

"Hello everyone!"

The little blonde boy smiled brightly.

"I'm everyone's senior!"

"Of course, you can also call me the bomber who carries the bag, that's my title."

"See this civilian plane? Although there is less than a year left in the time limit, it should be no problem to take you to the official examination room this time. This

excessively small-looking senior jumped lightly and jumped on the plane more than ten meters away.

Mr. Bomber is already a reliable adult, and his height is definitely more than 1.7 meters, which is not considered a cripple.

But it's this baby face that makes him always regarded as a younger brother, of course, even if Mr. Bomb is dissatisfied with his baby face, there is nothing he can do.

As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you pervert in silence.

Xia Yunheng didn't know what kind of dear senior this dear senior was.

Then, a group of them looked at this so-called senior, talking to themselves in that small mouth.

"But how can we bear to let the lovely juniors make such a dangerous plane when the safety period is approaching."

The seniors seem to be patiently doing popular science.

"By the way, my schoolbag is full of bombs~

" "So..."

The blonde senior smiled brightly, and the pointed little tiger teeth were exposed at the corners of his mouth.

"Or... Destroy them all.

Before everyone could react to these shocking words, the sound of the earth-shattering sound had already taken away all the hearts, and the huge air currents blocked all vision.

For a time, as a variety of luggage carried by candidates, large bags and small bags became, with "lethal" weapons, together with a small number of aircraft fragments, became a deadly threat.

Many candidates were slightly or seriously injured, so Xia Yunheng simply brought a small backpack to come, but there were definitely people around him with a lot of luggage!

In the chaos, he was hit by at least two objects, but fortunately he didn't do any damage.

One of the troublesome things was that it was slashed by a glass shard, leaving an awe-inspiring blood mark under his left arm, but fortunately, the wound was not deep and would not have any effect, Xia Yunheng judged.

Xia Yunheng made an inspection and found almost no fatal injuries.

Thinking with your toes, you know that it can't be a coincidence.

Sure enough, before the turmoil completely subsided, a doggy voice listening to the examinees came over.

"Oh, teacher, teacher, what should I do?"

"The plane is gone, oops, it's all in pieces, and it can't be put together. What should these little poor people do?? "

Because of the secret of sound transmission, the candidates present could not hear what the other party was saying even if they pricked up their ears.

They only heard the final verdict.

"I'm sorry, the teacher said, what should I do?"

"In other words, if you are more than fifteen minutes late, you will not be allowed to enter the examination room."