"Cut! ~ What comes out of your mouth is never easier to say than to do. Anyway, I'm not on the same path as you, and I can't understand what you say. The momentum of a snow painting that lost the confrontation gradually slipped down, although her mouth was still very hard, but she was not strong enough to do anything even if she was so hard-mouthed.

Qing took advantage of her height and reached out and touched her head, and a snow painting that was originally low morale suddenly broke out again, and slapped Qing's hand on her head in one fell swoop! Qing couldn't help but smile at this, although she said that she couldn't figure out the thoughts of the person in front of her, but she understood her character, a thoughtful but yearning for a simple girl.

"Like you said, it's because you can't understand it, you can't understand it. This is the meaning of pursuit and investigation. I don't deny that it's not so much a thirst for knowledge as a thirst. But it's good that I'm not at the point of fanaticism, and maybe that's what keeps me from being a true magician. ”

Qing plays with a new long sword, and Qing prefers cold weapons with a sense of reality to magic. The realism of holding it in the hand is far better than the most ethereal magic! A snow-painted face stood helplessly aside, clasping his hands and pursing his lips. Qing's flickering sword light was as swift as thunder, but it didn't make her blink an eye.

"Someone once said the same thing to me, you don't know Caster, he said exactly the same thing as you said, but his obsession with magic is far greater than anything else. But it's a pity ~ that person is long dead. Otherwise, this kind of clash of ideas is a rare dispute, and it is conceivable how exciting it is! ”

Qing stopped waving the long sword in his hand and stood still to look at a snow painting with a twinkling gaze. Qing didn't understand how much this kind of clash of ideas touched the person in front of him, but he was sure that that person must be someone who was extremely close to a snow painting. Not knowing what to say, Qing fell silent and stuck her sword into the ground, recovering the magic power she had consumed when forging the iron ball.

Seeing that Qing didn't hear back for a long time, a snow portrait seemed to wake up from a fantasy or memory. smiled embarrassedly at Qing, moved to Qing's side in small steps, and looked at Qing's long sword on the ground. Generally speaking, weapons are generally unobtrusive, and Aoya is also accustomed to using plain-looking weapons. But it's because Qing has been using his unsightly weapon for a long time that a piece of snow has this reaction.

"Anyway, your sword is a little too gorgeous! From the tip of a sword to the handguard, with so many small carvings, are you sure this is not a useless handicraft? Hey! Why don't you lend me to play? A snow painting eyes flickered as she stared at the long sword that Qing stuck in the ground. After all, this delicate appearance Qingdu couldn't help but inadvertently take a few more looks.

"If you want to play with it, then do whatever you want. I'm recovering my magic in this Gathering Circle. Qing let the long sword stick to the ground, and walked alone into a gathering array of snow paintings. I didn't care about pulling the sword out of the ground, but even though I grabbed the cross gauntlet with both hands, I couldn't pull out the sword.

"Hey~! Caster！ ~I said you did it on purpose! Ichijo Xue saw Qing walking away, shouting loudly and angrily, and Qing nodded without denial. Two-tenths of the blade of the long sword was inserted into the cement on the ground by Qing, and coupled with the weight of the sword itself, a piece of snow painting itself could barely afford it, but now she could only stare dryly, but there was no reason to be green.

Soon a snow painting gave up the idea of continuing to draw the sword, and it seemed that she also understood that even if the big treasure mountain was placed in front of her, she couldn't take it, and even if the value was high, it was not as good as a brick. She glanced at Qing, and now Qing had sat down on the spot to recover her magic, and she was the only one who had nothing to do but panic.

She wandered around the empty old factory for a while, and finally sat back down by the oil drum because she was too idle, adding firewood to the flame in the oil drum, which also made a lot of improvements to the temperature in the room. The room temperature rose little by little, and the warmest piece of snow painting sitting by the fire sat down after a while, and fell asleep deeply.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and Qing opened her closed eyes, and the magic power in her body had basically recovered. In addition to the fact that there are still fragments of [Heavenly Lock] in the chest and abdomen, there are nearly two or three percent of the strength that cannot be used, and Qing can already be said to be even more powerful not long ago!

Got up and came to the position where the long sword was inserted, and it can be said that the position of the sword did not move at all, and it seemed that a snow painting had never been able to pull out the sword and play with it. Qing reached out and easily pulled out the sword, and the B++ level tendon allowed Qing to burst like a Berserker. Besides, the sword was also inserted by Qing himself, and it is natural to pull it out with his own hands!

The words and runes on the sword body overflowed from the sword like fireflies, and finally a crisp cracking sound came from the sword, and the gorgeous and delicate long sword returned to its unsightly iron ball. Qing looked at the iron ball in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

Qing raised his hand, his fingers slicing through the air again, and one card after another appeared, and various weapons were burned on the cards. Qing collects more than a dozen magic cards, which will be of great use in future battles!