Before rebirth and the frozen end of the world, tens of billions of supplies were frantically stockp

Chapter 97
Mo Qi nodded, listening very seriously.

"But unlike your ability, mine is a different space."

"My different space is very large, and there are many things in it. The things you see that I created out of thin air, I took them out of my space."

"I have stored a lot of materials, all of which are stored in my space. No one else can touch or see this space except me."

"As long as I die, my space will disappear with me."

"In other words, as long as I die, without me who provides you with food, you will soon starve to death."

"Including this house, the heating inside is also controlled by me."

"If you want to follow me, then your task is to protect me, or if I die, you will be cut off from electricity and food."

Mo Qi nodded half-understood: "I see, then what should I call you? Should I call you father?"

Ye Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the child's head was really full of weird things.

"You can call me Brother Ye or Uncle Ye, you don't need to call me Dad."

Mo Qi nodded: "Okay Brother Ye, I'll give you some bread."

……

Mo Qi was thrown to the room on the fifth floor by Ye Xingchen. The hemp rope in her hand hadn't been untied yet, but the tape signaled Lin Sijia to untie her, and then untied her ankles.

Tonight, Ye Xingchen's monitoring screen is no longer the enlarged image of Lin Sijia's room, but the monitoring images of Lin Sijia and Mo Qi's room are lined up side by side.

Lin Sijia was reading as usual before falling asleep.

Mo Qi, on the other hand, washed up properly and went to bed, then pulled the quilt to sleep obediently.

In an instant, Ye Xingchen suddenly had the illusion of a family of three.

The night passed quickly. After washing, Ye Xingchen first went to the fifth floor and unlocked the room, and then dragged Mo Qi, who got up early in the morning to wash and make the quilt, to the dining table on the sixth floor.

Lin Sijia was cooking dumplings in an apron, while Mo Qi sat neatly at the dining table.

"What to drink, orange juice or milk?"

Mo Qi raised his head when he heard the words, subconsciously licked his lips, then thought for a moment and said, "Water... just water."

Ye Xingchen suddenly felt that Mo Qi was sensible, so he took out a bottle of orange juice and a carton of milk from the space and put them in front of Mo Qi: "Drink, there are many, don't worry, Just say what you want to eat, don't worry about eating me poor."

"Is it really possible? Brother Ye, you choose first."

Ye Xingchen didn't choose, he was already tired of drinking these things.

Mo Qi, who didn't get an answer, stretched out her hand, and saw that she put the milk in front of Ye Xingchen, and pushed the orange juice in front of Lin Sijia.

Ye Xingchen liked Mo Qi's sensibleness, so he immediately took out a bottle of milk and orange juice from the space and put them in front of Mo Qi.

"You can drink it yourself, don't worry about the two of us, there are still a lot in my space, you can drink what you have."

The dumplings were cooking quickly, and when Lin Sijia fished out a large pot of dumplings and took them out, she happened to see Ye Xingchen teasing Mo Qi.

"Okay, wash your hands and eat breakfast, don't tease the children!"

Last night, when Ye Xingchen locked Mo Qi in the room and went back to the sixth floor, Lin Sijia complained: "Mo Qi is quite sensible, don't scare her!"

Each person has a big bowl full of dried dumplings, and each person has a bowl of sweet bean curd. Mo Qi almost burst into tears.

Not to mention that the end is coming, even before the end, she rarely has the opportunity to eat dumplings, so every year during festivals and birthdays, the director of the orphanage will cook her a bowl of dumplings.

The size of the orphanage is small, dilapidated and old, because the director is noble and unwilling to commit himself to those benefactors for sponsorship, so in fact, Mo Qi’s daily meals are very simple and light, most of them are two pieces of cabbage and tofu Meat slices and the like, and occasionally there are steamed buns.

With a "click", a drop of Douda's tears fell on the dumpling. When Lin Sijia saw it, she thought that something was wrong with Mo Qi.

"Why are you crying? Don't you like eating dumplings?"

Mo Qi rubbed his eyes: "I like it, but this dumpling is so delicious, I, I haven't eaten dumplings with so much meat, it's so delicious."

She misses her dean's mother a little. The dean's mother has never eaten such a delicious dumpling. She really wants her dean's mother to have such a delicious dumpling.

It's a pity that the dean had already froze to death in the extreme cold.

"If it's delicious, you can eat more. There's still some in the pot. If it's not enough, I'll add more."

Lin Sijia raised her hand and rubbed Mo Qi's head. A sensible child is always likable.

Mo Qi nodded, then shook his head again: "Okay, but no need, I have enough to eat."

After breakfast, Ye Xingchen took Mo Qi to practice her abilities.

The lightning ability is very useful, especially in this doomsday of cannibalism.

After untying the rope in her hands, the last restriction on Mo Qi's body was gone. She put on the new dress that Ye Xingchen found for her again, and she was timidly pulling the bow on the skirt shyly.

"Do you know how to release it?"

Mo Qi nodded, and was taken by Ye Xingchen to the small room transformed from the balcony. He took out two down and cotton coats, and Ye Xingchen opened the shooting hole with a snap.

"Fire it outside and let me see how far you can go."

With a whoosh, a faint purple streak flashed across, and directly struck a tree in front of Ye Xingchen's villa, burning a hole in a leaf on top.

"Can you control the size of your electricity?"

Mo Qi nodded, then turned to face Ye Xingchen again, and a small lightning bolt bloomed in his palm.

Lin Sijia ran over to look after the lunch was ready, and she was startled when she saw a small thunderbolt blooming from Mo Qi's palm.

It took her all night to digest Ye Xingchen's space, but now she saw another ability.

"Amazing."

Lin Sijia stared at the lightning, and saw that Ye Xingchen asked Mo Qi to try to make her lightning into a ball, and then asked her to throw the ball out of her hand.

Mo Qi condensed out a small ball, and the faint purple became much thicker in an instant.

Ye Xingchen opened the shooting hole again with a click, and Mo Qi threw the small ball outside, and the tree in front of the door was scorched even with its leaves.

At this moment, Lin Sijia suddenly exclaimed: "Look outside, has the snow stopped?"

(End of this chapter)