The howling north wind, mixed with the flying snow, wreaked havoc on the northern wilderness, and the sky and the earth merged into one. There was no dividing line, and the bare trees screamed in the cold wind, like a man who had suffered an explosion.
girl.
The noisy alleys in the past looked particularly depressed and desolate. There were very few pedestrians. Occasionally, a person would come by. He was also fully armed and covered from head to toe. Only two black eyes were exposed. Like mysterious masks.
The killer's swollen cotton coat was in stark contrast to the killer who was as light as a bird.
The winter in the north makes people feel extremely depressed, as if all living things are hibernating. The days when dripping water turns to ice make people's thinking slow. If there is nothing that must be done, most people will stay at home and rarely go out.
People have also become lazier.
In the low hut, Suojia sat quietly on the wooden bed, turning his hands dexterously. A stream of water as thick as a thumb kept flowing between his hands. This was his only toy and his most intimate one.
partner.
Ahem...
Several low coughs sounded from the room next door. Although they were obviously suppressed, they still did not escape Suojia's sensitive ears. He stretched out his hands slightly, and a long stream of water miraculously followed Suojia.
His hands retracted and magically disappeared.
Jumping off the wooden bed nimbly, Suo quickly walked out of the room, poured a cup of boiling water into the iron kettle on the stove, held it carefully, and walked towards the next room...
In the room, a weak woman leaned weakly on the pillow, pressing her soft chest with her right hand, her brows furrowed tightly, and her face full of pain. However, all of this quickly disappeared the moment Suojia opened the door.
His eyes were restrained, and the pain on his face disappeared instantly. His expression and posture were just like Begonia waking up from her spring sleep.
He walked gently to the bed: "Mom... are you feeling better? Should we ask a doctor to take a look? In the past few days, your cough seems to be getting worse."
The woman gently reached out her right hand, gently stroked her son's black hair, and said lovingly: "No, no, no... Mom is fine, she will be fine in a few days."
Frowning, Suojia looked at his mother suspiciously. He put his left hand against the cup, measured the temperature, and then put the water cup in front of the woman: "Drink some water, Mom. After drinking the water, I want to listen to you again."
Tell daddy’s story.”
Taking the glass of water happily, the woman took a sip, moistened her throat, and said with a smile: "I want to hear dad's story, no problem... But you have to let mom see how well you have developed your skills.
If you practice well, mom will tell you!"
Suojia's eyes lit up in excitement, and he stretched out his hands to both sides. His body was coiled around, and a nearly ten-meter-long stream of water as thick as his wrist quickly appeared around Suojia's body, miraculously circling around Suojia.
Nodding, the woman looked at her baby son expectantly: "Okay, you can start performing now. Let mom see how well you can control the water flow!"
Nodding, Suojia danced gracefully with his hands, confidently controlling the water flow that was nearly ten meters long around his body, dancing like an acrobatic. Suojia had absolute confidence in controlling the water flow. Since his fifth birthday,
After his mother taught him this game, he practiced it every day. Today, it has been three years, and the water flow and him have become one, like arms and fingers, doing whatever he wants.
After a while, Suojia retracted his hands, and the long, light blue water retracted into his hands one after another, disappearing without knowing where to go. Looking at his mother proudly, Suojia said firmly: "Don't worry, mother, Suojia
Jia will definitely become the greatest warrior like dad in the future!"
Hearing her son's words, the woman nodded bitterly, warrior? Is it possible for a water controller to become a powerful warrior? Looking at her son apologetically, the woman knew that her son was a water controller and was more suitable to be a warrior.
If a mage targets warriors, it will be difficult to achieve success. The weak water flow cannot kill the enemy. Even if the water is condensed into ice, it cannot compete with the fire-controlling warriors.
Walking to the bedside, Suojia took off her shoes, climbed onto her mother's bed, snuggled into her mother's warm embrace, and said coquettishly: "Okay, mom, now... you can tell me your dad's story!"
Why……
Sighing secretly, the woman knew that the reason why her son wanted to become a warrior so much was because she often told him stories about his father. The child's father was a powerful fire warrior. Unfortunately... the child's ability was not good enough.
Instead of following his father, he followed his mother, a water controller!
Looking at her son nestled in her arms, the woman tightened her arms and hugged her son more firmly. The euphemistic and pleasant story began...
The afterglow of the setting sun shone softly from the window. The story was over. Suojia looked dreamily at the dim window and murmured: "Mom...why hasn't dad come back yet? When will he?"
Come back, I want to see him!"
The son's words made the woman's nose sore and she almost shed tears. As the strongest warrior nearby, on the sixth day of the wedding, the child's father left with his companions. After nine years of leaving, he even
I don’t know, but I already have a son, who is already eight years old. Maybe... not only his son, but also his wife has been forgotten!
The woman's arms tightened even more. Now... she only has her son to depend on her, but... her son is already eight years old, and it's time to go to school.
The woman's face became serious. She lowered her head and looked at the son in her arms. She frowned in worry. In a few days, it would be time for the college to enroll students. Although she didn't want her son to leave her, for the sake of his future, she
It is impossible to be selfish and keep your son by your side.
This is not the biggest problem. What makes her most embarrassed is that as a water controller, her son is bent on becoming the strongest warrior. Not to mention whether this choice is good or not, the academy will definitely not accept it.
ah!
The woman looked at her son tentatively: "Suojia, listen to your mother, why don't you become a warrior? Let's be a noble mage. You have to know that there are many beautiful little sisters among water mages. You don't have to worry about having no one to accompany you in the future."
You played!"
"No! Don't!" After hearing his mother's words, Suojia shook his head decisively and said firmly: "Suojia has already decided that if he wants to become the strongest warrior on the continent, he will never be a mage.
A little girl becomes a mage."
you!
After hearing her son's words, the woman couldn't help but frown anxiously. A water controller actually wanted to be a warrior. The academy would never accept him. Although children aged eight years old have the opportunity to enter the academy, the academy's admissions standards
, extremely strict, within a residential area of millions of people, there are only 100 places available each year.
Looking at her son in embarrassment, the woman knew that in the thousands of years before this, there had never been any water controller who could become a powerful warrior. Based on this alone, no matter how good her son's talent was, the academy would not
Received.
The woman knew that her son's talent was not particularly outstanding. He was just able to control water with a proficiency that ordinary people could not match because he had practiced it since childhood. The woman had never seen anyone who could control water flow so miraculously.
Not even the greatest water magician can do it.
Although my son has only practiced for three years, these three years are the three years when my son has grown the fastest. The state he has reached during these three years of cultivation will never be reached even if he works hard for thirty years. He will miss it.
After this period of time, a person will never be able to control the water flow so freely.