'The spring can fulfill children's wishes?'
Mo Ling stared at the Little Elf in shock.
It seemed capable of creating relics based on children's wishes, then distributing them to the kids.
'No wonder so many parents were waiting outside with their children.'
'And it seemed they all wanted their children to obtain relics according to their parents' wishes.'
'But this little boy ultimately chose to create a relic based on what he truly wanted.'
'He'll probably get another beating when he gets out.'
Inside the spring, the golden Little Elf caressed the red mark on the little boy's face, its gaze full of sympathy. Golden light shimmered in its hand. A fine mist of water drifted past, and the red mark instantly vanished.
The Little Elf was in no hurry. Instead, it circled the little boy continuously, watching him create all sorts of candy with the toy pistol in his hand.
Only when the little boy had played to his heart's content did the Little Elf gently remind him:
