No shadow can be seen in the ancient temple in the text volume. It is so empty and silent that it looks like a painting. Only the ripples of light coming in from the window are moving.

In the corner, a person is sitting in front of an easel, swaying with ink and paint with his back to the light.

Sheila moved the brush away from the canvas, exhaled a long breath, and said with a smile on her face.

However, as soon as she said one word, a small head appeared behind her and on her shoulder to answer.

You can see that Sally is lying on Sheila's body, putting her whole head on Sheila's shoulder to save effort. She has a slow and boring expression on her face, and her body is so limp that it is about to turn into liquid and flow.

The way it looks like going down.

However, after looking at the paintings on the easel, Sally's eyes immediately lit up and she stopped sliding down with her feet.

The toes of her red leather boots were on the ground, and her head was tilted upward to reveal her eyes, forming an italic triangle with the seated Sheila.

Sally said with some surprise:

After speaking, she said happily:

Silla nodded happily:

It can be seen that the painting is a scene of ice and snow with heavy snow falling. I don’t know how the painting was drawn. The scenery in it is not fixed, but changes all the time.

But it's strange that the snow in the painting is still.

There is only an ice crystal flower dancing in the snow, and it is also the only thing that can move in the painting. Sitting on the ice crystal flower is a gray-haired girl. The combination of slightly old-fashioned hair color and youthful appearance gives people

A feeling that is not bound by time. She shuttles freely through the world in the painting, passing through the still snow and passing by the stopped wind.

It seems a little lonely and a little free.

Sally didn't expect that the new fairy, which seemed so far away, would actually appear.

She stood up and asked He next to her.

The Rainbow Tree and Dream Vine are the roots from which the Forest Fairy and the Lake Fairy grow respectively. If it is a new fairy, what should it be? Sally guessed what kind of plant it is.

Silla raised the corners of her mouth and shook her head.

Silla said it with a little pride.

This time she didn't ask others to borrow ideas, she really came up with it herself.

Sally thought for a while, she seemed to have never heard of such a thing:

Sheila didn’t sell it either:

Sally asked again quickly:

Sally seems to be very concerned about the birth of new fairies, which is a bit unusual. This is because.

Sheila's fairy is her fairy.

The fairy's ability is her ability.

It was only thanks to the goblins and fairies that Sally was able to live comfortably and have everything she wanted.

Sally very much hopes that the new fairy will have an interesting ability, so that the Kingdom of Creation will become more interesting and fun.

Sheila told Sally:

Sally became excited, she thought this must be fun.

Sheila smiled when she heard Sally's voice.

"From the beginning I wanted to make

Creating a group of fairies who can possess the power of time and light, but it is a bit difficult to achieve."

It is precisely because of this that Sheila has not been able to find a way to create an ice fairy.

It must be because of this, not because of laziness.

Sally suddenly remembered that God had used the power of dreams to adjust time before:

Sheila said:

Sheila copied all God’s words and remembered every word. Sally said:

Silla nodded:

Sheila stood up and picked up her painting from the easel.

After procrastinating for so long, Sheila finally completed her work.

A little happy and a little proud, she came to the main hall with Sally and came to the presence of the Creator Yinsai.

Sally ran over first, shouting as she ran.

Speaking of which, it seems pretty fast.

After all, a certain little elf once said that it would take hundreds of years to learn a painting technique, but the creation failed before it even started.

Hearing what Sally said, Sheila, who was a little proud at first, suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She slowly walked up to God and took out her painting with some trepidation.

This also means that even if another dream species is born in the future, it will not be a fairy clan that controls dreams and represents certain rules in a sense.

The Creator took Sheila's painting and looked at it quietly for a while.

Soft lines, smart snowflakes, and constantly moving ice crystal flowers and girls come into view.

After a while, the Creator asked Sheila:

Sheila:

this day.

Colorful lights lit up on the holy mountain, and after a whirlpool.

The fairy holding the Star Key opened the door and walked out from the other side of the space.

The Door Fairy Rosa opened the door to the Realm of Heaven, and many figures followed her, making the Holy Mountain and Sky Temple immediately lively. Envoys from the Kingdom of Creation gathered in groups of twos and threes

The team paraded in this holy land, and the goblins held up banners high in the sky. They waved fireworks sticks in their hands, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The fairies below raised their heads and looked at the goblins, and laughed happily among their whispers.

They all came to witness the birth of the Ice Fairy.

Even before the Snow Fairy was born, the celebration was already underway.

The places where the goblins flew seemed to have created various objects out of thin air, decorating the entire holy mountain with colors.

Balloons flew into the sky in groups, fireworks passed by like shooting stars, and colorful ropes hung all over the walls with candies hanging from them.

Tables suddenly appeared, with various delicacies placed on them.

There is a mountain-like cake standing on each table, and the cups are filled with various drinks.

With the presence of fairies, the world suddenly became beautiful and noisy, and every day seemed like a festival.

Basically what is supposed to come has already come.

However, at this moment, a figure popped up from behind the space portal erected on the stairs, looking up and down the Holy Mountain.

It seems that I am a little afraid of meeting someone, but I can't help but want to come and take a look.

When she saw such a joyful and lively celebration, she immediately couldn't hold back.

She poked her head and looked around, looking for a certain presence at first, but then her eyes were attracted by the things on the table.

This guy sneaked out, and she quietly blended into the crowd and came to the table.

Then he sat down and ate.

Take one on the left and one on the right.

The person looks thin, but has a huge appetite, as if there is a storage space in the belly.

She skillfully walked around the celebration tables, and finally came to a table.

Very strange.

The table was actually empty, no one was there.

But she found that the things on this table were the best, including rainbow-like ice cream and various limited-edition candies made by goblins. These things were not usually seen.

Someone's face immediately showed a happy look, as if he had picked it up and missed it.

However, just when she looked like I was embarrassed, she reached out to the table with her hand in a very rude manner.

A short man popped up from the end of the long table and looked at her with an evil look.

It was a little girl wearing a witch's robe and holding a strange head wand in her hand.

She tapped the table with her wand, and the head on the wand immediately shouted.

That voice should penetrate as many people as possible, because what it says is not an illusion, but something that can really be realized.

The person who came was none other than Saint Raphael. At this moment, her sneaky appearance was clearly seen by the Lord of Life, Sally, who always had a separate long table and seats at the celebration. Saint Raphael saw the little girl at the end of the long table.

He looked so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly.

Saint Raphael's teeth were chattering, and the flowerpot immediately appeared in her mind, as well as the books given to her by the goblin, such as "One Hundred Ways to Deal with Planting in Flower Pots" and other books.
To be continued...