"Mm, a hand-roasting game." Mokou's actions did not require Jiu Ming to stop her at all. A lighter's flame could never burn her, and he was also curious about how this little ice pellet would react upon meeting fire. Melt?
Under normal circumstances, that was how it should have gone... but under abnormal circumstances, when it encountered even more abnormal flames, it still went that way.
They could clearly see that the flame sprayed out by the lighter weakened by half the instant it touched the little ice pellet. Under the licking flames, the pellet melted away bit by bit, and its rate of dissolution left Jiu Ming quite satisfied.
Afterward, the fifty-cent lighter Mokou had been warming in her hand for less than an hour was scrapped because it had sustained the flame for too long, and its material could not withstand the ever-rising heat...
"Ah? It broke." Mokou shook the useless lighter in her hand, then looked at the ice pellet, now two-thirds smaller, and said unhappily. Then, out of habit, she used her usual method for destroying discarded items.
A burst of flame appeared in her hand. The next instant, a bang exploded from her palm, making Jiu Ming's mouth twitch. Ignorance was terrifying. Using fire to burn a lighter was something only a mischievous kid bursting with curiosity would do, right?
"Mm-hm... unexpectedly convenient." Jiu Ming chuckled as he watched the shrinking lump of ice continuously change shape. In half a day, he had already mastered most of this extra power. Since there was no possibility of improving it anyway, he did not bother thinking up ways to make it stronger. He would just treat it as an auxiliary tool.
Making ice change shape like putty was, generally speaking, absolutely impossible!
Ice was solid. Once molded,