Chapter 97: The Snow Stopped
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Mo Qi nodded and listened very seriously.
“But unlike your ability, my ability is an alternate dimension.”
“My alternate dimension is very big, and there are many things inside. The things you saw that I conjured out of thin air were all taken out of my space.”
“I’ve stored a lot of supplies in my space. Other than me, no one else can touch or see this space.”
“If I die, my space will disappear with me.”
“In other words, if 1 die, without me providing you with food, you will soon starve to death.”
“Including this house. The heating inside is also controlled by me.”
“If you want to work with me, then your mission is to protect me. Otherwise, once I die, you will have no electricity or food.”
Mo Qi nodded her head as if she understood something. “1 understand. How should I call you? Should 1 call you Dad?”
Ye Xingchen was stunned, thinking that a child’s head was indeed filled with strange things.
“You can call me Brother Ye or Uncle Ye. You don’t have to call me Dad.”
Mo Qi nodded. “Alright, Brother Ye. Here’s some bread for you.”
Ye Xingchen moved Mo Qi to a room on the fifth floor. The rope on her hands hadn’t been untied yet, but he signaled Lin Sijia to untie the tape on her. Then, he untied the shackles on her ankles.
Tonight, Ye Xingchen’s surveillance screen was no longer the magnified image of Lin Sijia’s room, but the surveillance images of Lin Sijia and Mo Qi’s rooms, arranged side by side.
As usual, Lin Sijia was reading before she went to bed.
Mo Qi, on the other hand, obediently washed up and went to bed. Then, she pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.
In an instant, Ye Xingchen suddenly had the illusion of a family of three.
The night passed very quickly. After washing up, Ye Xingchen first went to the fifth floor and unlocked the room. Then, he pulled Mo Qi, who had woken up early in the morning to wash up and fold the quilt, to the dining table on the sixth floor.
Lin Sijia was wearing an apron and cooking dumplings, while Mo Qi was sitting at the dining table obediently.
“What do you want to drink? Orange juice or milk?”
Mo Qi raised her head and licked her lips subconsciously. She thought for a moment and said, “Water… Water will do.”
Ye Xingchen suddenly felt that Mo Qi was so sensible that it made his heart ache. He took out a bottle of orange juice and a box of milk from the space and placed them in front of Mo Qi. “Drink up, we have plenty. There are still a lot. Don’t worry, just tell me what you want to eat.”
“Is it really possible? Then Brother Ye, you pick first.”
Ye Xingchen did not pick. He was already sick of drinking these things.
Mo Qi, who didn’t get an answer, stretched out her hand and put the milk in front of Ye Xingchen, then pushed the orange juice in front of Lin Sijia.
Ye Xingchen quite liked Mo Qi’s understanding. He immediately took out a bottle of milk and orange juice from the space and placed it in front of Mo Qi.
“You can drink it yourself. Don’t worry about the two of us. There’s still a lot in my space.”
The dumplings were cooked quickly. When Lin Sijia scooped out a big pot of dumplings, she happened to see Ye Xingchen teasing Mo Qi.
“Alright, wash your hands and eat breakfast. Stop teasing the children!”
Last night, when Ye Xingchen locked Mo Qi in her room and returned to the sixth floor, Lin Sijia complained. “Mo Qi is a sensible child. Don’t scare her!”
Each of them had a big bowl full of dumplings and a bowl of sweet tofu pudding. Mo Qi was almost in tears.
Even before the apocalypse, she rarely had the chance to eat dumplings. The orphanage’s director would only cook a bowl of dumplings for her every year on her birthday.
The orphanage was small, old, and run-down. Because the director was a noble person, she was unwilling to commit herself to those sponsors. Therefore, Mo Qi and the others usually had very simple and light meals. Most of them were cabbage, tofu, or very little meat. Occasionally, there would be steamed buns.
A teardrop the size of a bean fell onto the dumpling. When Lin Sijia saw it, she thought that something had happened to Mo Qi.
“Why are you crying? Do you not like dumplings?”
Mo Qi rubbed her eyes. “I like it. It’s just that this dumpling is too delicious. I, I have never eaten dumplings with so much meat. It’s too delicious.”
She missed her orphanage director a little. Even her orphanage director had never eaten such delicious dumplings. She really wanted her orphanage director to have a bite of such delicious dumplings.
Unfortunately, the director had already frozen to death in this extreme cold.
“If it’s delicious, eat a few more. There’s still some in the pot. If it’s not enough, I’ll give you more.”
Lin Sijia raised her hand and rubbed Mo Qi’s head. A sensible child was always likable.
Mo Qi nodded and then shook her head. “Okay, but there’s no need. I have enough to eat.”
After breakfast, Ye Xingchen took Mo Qi to practice her superpower.
The lightning ability was very useful, especially in this apocalyptic world.
After untying the rope, the last restriction on Mo Qi was gone. She changed into the new dress that Ye Xingchen had found for her and was shyly pulling on the bow of the dress.
“Do you know how to release it?”
Mo Qi nodded, then Ye Xingchen took her to the small room on the balcony. He took out two down and winter coats and opened the shooting hole.
“Hit something outside. Let me see how far you can shoot.”
With a whoosh, a faint purple light flashed past and struck a tree in front of Ye Xingchen’s villa, burning a hole in a leaf.
“Can you control the size of your electricity?”
Mo Qi nodded, then turned around to face Ye Xingchen. A small lightning bolt bloomed in her palm.
Lin Sijia, who had finished preparing lunch, also ran over to take a look. She was shocked when she saw a small thunderbolt blooming from Mo Qi’s palm.
She had spent a whole night digesting the idea of Ye Xingchen’s space, and now she saw another supernatural ability.
“So powerful.”
Lin Sijia stared at the lightning. Ye Xingchen asked Mo Qi to make her lightning into a ball and then to throw the ball out of her palm.
Mo Qi condensed a small ball, and the faint purple color instantly became much thicker.
Ye Xingchen opened the shooting hole again. Mo Qi threw the small ball out. The tree in front of the door was charred in its leaves.
At this moment, Lin Sijia suddenly exclaimed. “Look outside.. Has the snow stopped?”
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