Gracie's Wonderful Studio

"It's probably just a daze in memory."

"No, it really does feel that way."

Qiqi pleaded solemnly.

"Even if it's a photo, isn't it an incomplete two-dimensional world to some extent?"

"..."

Gracie glanced at Qiqi in surprise.

"Have you read too many science fiction novels recently?"

"Uh-huh."

Qiqi nodded repeatedly.

"There is also a sci-fi movie, there is one called Terminator, it's very good! It's a pity that Skynet is too extreme... If it were me..."

"...You just need to be a cute little puppet."

Hearing Qiqi's words, Gracie gasped.

Then the whole person became transparent, as if he had eaten the Green Arrow.

There is a feeling of refreshment.

It's weird, take another breath.

"Not right!"

Gracie froze for a moment.

Where is the cool air in her studio?

"Qiqi, do you feel it?"

"Feel."

Qi Qi pointed to the door.

"The cold air... or the cold air is right outside the door."

Gracie heard the words and pushed the door open.

There was no one in sight.

But there is a long sword.

It's not a serious long sword, but a long sword with an exaggerated shape similar to Western Fantasy World, or some games.

Featuring glowing blue runes, jagged blades and a crossguard in the shape of a horned skull.

Exuding a faint blue light and cold air, it is inserted obliquely in the cement floor tiles in front of the door of Gray Shaw's studio.

"It's like the kind used by medieval knights..."

Gracie looked at the strange sword that was a little taller than her in front of her, stretched out her hands and drew it out.

The sword feels a little dangerous to her, but not very high.

Gracie could feel that these outsiders wanted to hurt her. According to the level of magic, the degree of mystery must be above this studio that can connect all worlds.

Although this sword is weird, it is also far away from that stage.

Gracie pulled out lightly, and the sword was pulled out.

It's not a question of strength, but that it doesn't feel friction at all.

Go back to the shop with the sword.

Gracie placed the sword seriously on the chair.

Then he sat across from him and said.

"This... Mr. Jian, don't you want to introduce yourself?"

That's right, this sword is not a dead thing.

It's also impossible that some dead things actually fell into her studio.

The studio should be formed according to her wish, and the dead objects basically have no color, and they are not the object of reception.

In other words, those who can come to her are basically living customers.

The color of this sword is chaotic.

It seems to be blocked by something, but it has a demagogic power.

"If you follow the classification in the novel, it should be classified into the demon sword or the evil sword?"

"I am the greatest work of the Master of War, how can it be compared with the piece of scrap metal you mentioned?!"

Gracie's words exploded the sword that had been silent and cold.

He was produced by Abyss, built by the master of the army, and then handed over to Alsace by the fearful demon king.

Known as the Blade of Sorrow.

Of course, another name is more famous - Frostmourne.

You can also call him Demon Sword.

What is a demon knife?

"Ah, Mr. Jian, do you want to draw a picture?"

"..."

Gracie silenced Frostmourne with one word.

What's so good about it being a sword?

"If you can, send me back to where I came from."

Frostmourne's sword trembled, and the voice rang in Gracie's mind.

"I can't leave the studio five meters away."

"Probably not possible."

Gracie shook her head.

The guests who come now, all push the door and return to their own world.

This sword is different.

Going out still destroys the world, just not too far away.And Gracie didn't have the feeling of being able to go to Azeroth.

After Gracie gave the answer.

This sword is not entangled with this problem.

As far as it is concerned, there is no loyalty to any master. If it can't go back, it can't go back. It just needs to find a new master.

"Do you have any wishes? I can help you."

Frostmourne's voice was deep but full of temptation.

Like seducing Alsace.

"Whether it's enemies, enemies, or all kinds of disasters, I can solve them for you! Wealth, status, beauty, everything is within your reach, you..."

As it was talking, it suddenly stopped and couldn't continue.

Because Gray Xiu was looking at it with the eyes of a fool.

At this time, Brother Jian also came back to his senses.

It also senses that Gracie, though a little peculiar, is really only 12 years old.

He said this to a 12-year-old kid.

Isn't that sick? !

"Ahem, what do you want? Countless doll toys and candies, or..."

"Ah, there's no need for these."

Gracie interrupted Frostmourne's clumsy three-year-old trick.

She is 12 years old anyway.

"However, as Mr. Jian said, I have an enemy. He killed my mother and many people..."

"Good good!"

Frostmourne's sad tone became much more satisfied.

There is hatred.

Good job.

It has even imagined the picture of Gracie being bewitched by it to become a witch, gradually degraded, and harvesting souls for it.

"Now, my master! Take me and kill your enemy!"

"..."

Frostmourne's momentum is very strong.

Gracie was a little uncertain for a while.

Can the opponent really deal with the collapse?

thought here.

Gracie opened the address book and found Qian Jie and Kevin.

That's right.

From the beginning, she didn't intend to stay by herself.

This sword is taller than her, and she doesn't know any sword skills, and she doesn't plan to use it.

But Qianjie and Kevin should be available.

It's just that she hesitated.