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"President, I am in a room now, the sacred poetry in the form of a sacred poem is lying on the bed and is asleep."

He put down the mirror and asked in a voice.

"So, what should I do? Want to wake her up?"

The voice did not answer immediately.

"President?"

"I thought about it." The voice just sounded. "Wake her up immediately, it's not impossible, but I suggest you look around and see if you can leave the room?"

Qing Shi looked around again.

"I didn't see the door or window."

"Then wake her up, but you have to be prepared." Summer night is serious.

"What preparation?" Qingsi doubts.

At this time, the little **** the bed suddenly "hmm," and moved.

Qing Shi looked at her.

Young poetry, which is a small poem, slowly blinks.

At this moment, the toys in the room suddenly all flew up!

Qingsi felt an upward force and couldn't help but look up. The ceiling was very far away!

Without waiting for his surprise, he widened his eyes, jerked, and the world reversed!

He fell in the direction of the ceiling!

"Wow, ah," I couldn't help but scream.

Suddenly starting a bungee, what kind of experience is it?

Qingsi brain is blank!

I don't know what happened, and when he calms down and wants to do something, the direction of the fall suddenly changes!

The room or the space that originally looked like a room, the structure became layered, overlapping and interlaced in his field of vision, completely contrary to the laws of physics, looking like a kaleidoscope!

Countless toys such as dolls, blocks, and dolls seem to be the color of the kaleidoscope.

They become bigger at the moment, they are twisted and twisted, they become different colors, and they are restored to their original state.

Qingsi first hit the face of a doll bear, then broke through the castle built by a building block, and then grabbed a doll's long skirt. The doll suddenly became small and could not be caught, and then fell into a huge whale. In the mouth of the doll, it was sprayed from the back and hit the left and right in a pile of distorted brushes.

But unexpectedly, it doesn't hurt much.

He doesn't know how big his strength is, but if you calculate it according to actual physical mechanics, you should have crashed into a meat sauce.

Mr. Newton’s theorem is abolished here. Who can press his coffin board?

After the startle of the startle, the Qingsi, who was still flying in the air, even calmed down to spare no effort.

After another dazzling change to the space that could not be described at all, he finally reached the floor and a lot of toys fell like rain.

Qingsi slowly climbed up and reached out to the head and continued to fly the toy that still fell.

When he caught the last falling bear doll, the room was completely restored to its original state or was it bigger than before? He can't compare precisely.

In front of the bed, the little poem is completely open.

"brother"

Seeing Qingsi, she happily screamed.

Then she climbed up, opened her hands and ran two steps and then flew into the boy's arms.

"Good morning, brother!"

The cheeks licked a few times, and then the little cute face rose, revealing the smile of the Meng Li burst table.

Qing Shi seems to be able to hear the sound of his own reason being distorted.

It’s so cute.

He had to meditation on the pi in his heart to resist the shelling of these burgeoning things, and to maintain the psychological defense.

"Good morning, little poetry."

After all the thrills experienced by the genius were thrown behind, Qingsi smiled and made a greeting.

This is within the soul of the Kagura poem.

Her little poetry in her young form is the embodiment of her spiritual knowledge.

In other words, a small poem has the ability to influence the entire environment here, and her cognition, emotions, thoughts, etc. can change everything around her.

But it is not control.

Just as human beings can't completely control their bodies, human souls are beyond their control.

Therefore, although the poetry is powerful here, it cannot control everything.

Qingsi understood this with his own personal experience and the explanation of the summer night.

Now, he and Xiao Shi are sitting in the sofa and watching TV in the hall of the "home" in the room.

On the TV is an old cartoon, and some clips are repeatedly replayed and not played properly.

But the little poems were so pleasing that they didn’t feel anything wrong.

It’s like dreaming.

In fact, she is indeed dreaming.

A long-term dream about "home" and "brother".

“Have you seen the whole house?” asked the voice of the summer night.

"Well, I have seen all the places, and I have not found anything special." Qingsi replied.

"Then the spell is not exactly in this room, it is not in this part of the soul structure." Summer night muttered.

"Well," Qing Shi looked at the window.

The window is inseparable and the outside is dark.

Only from time to time there are weird white shadows flashing, there will be blood red eyes, contempt for the house.

"If you can't find it in the house, you can only be outside, but the situation outside looks like it is not very good."

"Small poems can only maintain the stability of the house, that is, the soul structure of this part of the family." Summer night sighs, "The outside of the home, in the cognition of small poems, is unknown and dangerous, so it presents darkness and horror. status."

A moment of silence.

“What should I do?” Qingsi asked for advice.

"Two choices." The sound of the summer night paused. "The first is that you go outside, relying on your own spiritual strength, and my support, to investigate."

"Second, you go with a small poem, so she can help you, but this way"

"She could be hurt by a spell, is she?"

“Yes, she will take risks.”

Another silence.

Qingsi knows that this is the choice he has to make.

He looked at the little poem.

The innocent little girl is still watching TV, singing with the animated characters, and occasionally doing a dance.

Take her out of this warm home and venture outside?

Qingsi made a decision.

"Little poetry."

"Well? What, brother?" The little girl turned her head and looked at her eyes.

Qingsi showed a gentle smile and reached out to touch the girl's head.

"I have something to go out, you can watch TV at home, okay?"

After being touched by my brother, the little poem narrowed his eyes, but after hearing the words of his brother, he opened his eyes again.

"Go out?"

"Well, just go outside."

"No."

The little poem reveals a sad expression.

The brow wrinkled, his mouth twitched, and his eyes showed an uncomfortable look.

"Don't go out with your brother"

Qing Shi saw this expression and felt a little pain in her heart.

However, he must do this.

"I have something to do, I can't come back soon."

"Don't!" The sound suddenly rose.

The little girl came close and reached out and hugged the boy.

"Don't go out with your brother and don't let your brother go out!"

Nearly shouting words, revealing a weak cry.

"Little poetry" Qing Shi moved.

"The last time my brother went out for a long time."

Tears poured from the girl's eyes.

"The people waited for a long time, a person is so lonely, so scared."

Hold tightly, hold it all the way, and cling to it.

"Well, my brother is finally back, so happy, I want to be together, always together."

Tears continually flow down.

"Don't go out! Brothers will be a child! Everyone listens to my brother! As long as my brother no longer leaves, I will not let a little poet."

The cries sounded.

Resounding in the house.

The warm home is filled with sorrow.