Chapter 97

In the left hand is a pink strawberry-flavored marshmallow, and in the right hand is a lavender taro-flavored marshmallow.

The front is a creamy yellow cheese-flavored marshmallow, and the back is a dark blue blueberry-flavored marshmallow.

The little cub sat in the middle of a pile of fragrant soft stuff, biting his fingers and making a difficult decision.

He is a four-year-old child, and children have to make choices.

You can't eat them all at once, you have to pick one first.

Um……

Zizi thought about it and finally decided to start with the cheese flavor because it was the same color as his hair.

Li Jue licked his lips and reached out to grab the marshmallow—

But the fluffy marshmallow flew up.

Not only this one, strawberry flavor, taro flavor and blueberry flavor also took off.

The cub opened his eyes wide and jumped below, but no matter how hard he stretched his arms, he couldn't reach it.

Don’t you guys want to eat it yourself?

Li Jue jumped up and down, and suddenly his body felt lighter and he flew up.

He had been a demon-angel hybrid under Brother Meimei, so he knew how to fly. He immediately contracted his muscles to adjust his center of gravity, waving his wings on both sides.

Huh?

The wings are no different.

The originally black bat wings were gone, and now there were white, furry angel wings on both sides.

Li Jue spun around in the air, but didn't see his demon tail.

I touched the top of my head and found that the aperture was still there.

He is no longer a mixed-race cub, but an angel cub of pure blood!

Could this be the third stage of transformation after the Piranha Plant and the Little Ghost?

Then he... is too awesome!

Before the little cub could figure out what was going on, those pink and fragrant marshmallows floated back to him.

When the cub took a closer look, he found that they were not candies at all, but clouds!

As soon as Zizi waved his hand, the clouds floated over.

With another wave of the hand, they left again.

Now, little Li Jue is a powerful kid who can control clouds.

It was very tiring to flap your wings and fly, so Li Jue lay on the cheese-flavored marshmallow cloud that had been chosen, swaying to explore the new world that had suddenly appeared to him.

As an excellent little system, Li Jue was already very skilled at traveling to another place unexpectedly. He didn't even realize that it was wrong that he was teleported away before he had stayed at Brother Bunny's place for long.

He held his cheek, shook his little feet, and quietly pinched a small piece of cloud and put it into his mouth.

Sweet, um, it really is cheese-flavored marshmallow!

But the little cub controlled himself and didn't eat too much, otherwise the cloud would feel pain.

He followed the clouds as they drifted past a steeple of a church, past a river full of golden roses and lilies, past a quiet courtyard, and finally stopped in front of a small wooden house.

There was a man standing in front of the wooden house.

The man had angel wings that were much larger and harder than his, and wore a monocle with a chain, standing tall and elegant.

Huh?

Why does it seem so familiar...

Li Jue's eyes lit up: "Uncle Wanwan!"

The archangel heard the call from the clouds and raised his head without surprise. He even seemed to have prepared in advance with open arms, waiting for the snow-white little angel to fall into his arms.

Li Jue hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him very much. He hugged his neck and rubbed against him like a kitten: "Uncle!"

However, the Archangel did not respond as enthusiastically as he had in Li Jue's memory. He remained cold and serious: "Young Prince."

Zizi looked at him and suddenly clapped his hands: "You are now Uncle Wanwan's past!"

He is not the pirate leader Wan Nian who reincarnated as the small boss of the ocean world, but the leader of the three thousand white-winged legions guarding the main god in the previous life, the archangel Tan Ning.

Li Jue's wish on his fourth birthday was to help Uncle Wanwan regain his memory.

Now, has his wish come true?

Li Jue touched Tan Ning's steely white wings, which were completely different from his own soft little wings, and exclaimed in admiration: "Uncle Wanwan, is he an angel?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Zizi is also a little angel!"

"No, young prince, you are not a member of the angel race." The archangel gently touched the top of his head, and the halo of light extinguished, and the pure white wings disappeared with it. "You are the offspring of the Lord God, the future god, far more noble and powerful than the angels."

Li Jue was still sad that his little wings had been confiscated, but his attention was diverted when he heard his words: "Future God?"

Tan Ning said: "Yes, when you grow up, you will become the new master of infinite space."

Li Jue still had questions, but Tan Ning no longer answered and carried him into the cabin.

In the room, someone was admiring the photos on the wall with his back to him.

To call them photos is not accurate enough. They are more like flowing dynamic memories, frozen in the most beautiful moment.

The little boy rubbed his eyes and found that the protagonists in all the photos were himself.

opening their eyes for the first time when they were born in the hospital;

Put the triangular blocks into the correct position for the first time;

Holding on to a small stool, he took the first step in his life;

The first word "Dad" he called out to Chen Yan, who was dozing off at the head of the bed after telling him a bedtime story;

…

Those cameras, whose locations and methods of capture are unknown, recorded all the "firsts" in his life during the first three years.

And the first time is precious anyway.

If not for the sudden misfortune that happened when he was three years old, and the little cub was caught off guard and left the most familiar world, this photo wall would have continued: witnessing his first exam, first school activity, first illness, first trip, first love letter, first love...

"What is this, Uncle Wanwan..."

Li Jue turned around and found that the archangel who had been accompanying him had left at some point.

The person in front of the photo wall turned around. He was wearing a flawless white robe and his long hair fell down like a waterfall.

He had blond hair and golden eyes, and looked down from above, with an expression that showed no sadness or joy. He seemed to have walked out of the painted icon on the church dome. Even a four-year-old child could feel the divine pressure that was coming towards him.

If someone else were here, he would have probably knelt down tremblingly.

However, Li Jue is not an ordinary child after all, and the connected bloodline greatly reduces his deterrent power.

The cub pointed with his little hand and said in surprise, "Cub has seen you before!"

This time it was the gods who were stunned.

The first encounter between father and son that he had carefully prepared didn't seem like it should have been like this.

His originally calm golden pupils became gentle after the little guy spoke. That rare kindness washed away the god's originally intimidating majesty, making him look like an ordinary human being with emotions.

"when?"

The little guy wasn't scared at all, he tilted his head and looked at Him: "You kissed Daddy!"

Each sentence was more shocking than the last. The god was speechless. After a moment, he repeated the question again: "...When?"

Li Jue told Him about a time when his consciousness fell into the deep sea and he met his young father, helped him destroy the monsters, and finally witnessed everything that happened on the throne covered with spider webs.

"This is indeed true." The god's eyes flashed with nostalgia, yet also amusement. "But when it happened, you didn't even exist. Did your father tell you this?"

The cub shook his head like a rattle and patted his chest: "You can see it yourself! Uncle, why did you kiss my dad? Are you good friends?"

He smiled upon hearing this: "It's a relationship more important than 'good friends'."

"What is that?"

"When you grow up a little, you will understand."

Li Jue was dissatisfied with this perfunctory attitude and puffed up his face.

Why do adults always like to say this kind of thing?

He is no longer a three-year-old child, he is already four years old and a big boy!

In order not to be outdone, Li Jue solemnly and in a baby voice announced to Uncle Jinse: "Zizi also has a very important person!"

"Really?" The god teased the child patiently, "Who is it?"

"Yes—Xixi!" The little cub's golden eyes, which were lighter than those of a god, sparkled with brilliance. "Juejue likes Xixi the most~!"

He was not surprised by this answer, as it was destined to happen. But somehow, he felt a sour sadness, similar to that of not being able to keep a child when he grows up.

No, no, no, His little one is still so young, he won’t be kidnapped so easily - even though the one who kidnapped him was also the child He raised.

It is rare for a god to find himself in such a dilemma.

When mentioning Ling Xi, Li Jue suddenly felt a little lost, and his long eyelashes drooped: "Why haven't I seen Xi Xi yet?"

Starting from the hell world, Ling Xi no longer acts with him from the starting point, but will only recognize him after meeting the big boss.

But now he has met Brother Tutu, why hasn’t he waited for Xixi yet?

Xixi, are you lost?

Watching his little baby turn into a sad little mushroom, the god's heart, which was always suspended on the scales of justice, unconsciously slid towards the soft, sentimental human beings, and he was considering words of comfort in his heart.

At this moment, another voice suddenly exploded in his mind:

"Soft? In my opinion, weak is a better word."

"You are truly depraved."

"Ha, you shouldn't have—"

The god's originally tender expression towards the cub suddenly changed, his face became so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. The photo wall behind him was blown up by the wind in an instant, and tiny cracks appeared on the wooden wall.

Children are most sensitive to changes in emotions. The adult who was so gentle just now suddenly became like a storm. Li Jue subconsciously took a step back and looked at him timidly.

The god knew he had frightened the little fellow, and while enduring the worsening headache, he softly said, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Li Jue nodded, then shook his head.

If possible, He wanted to speak to him a few more times, ask him about the details of his past life with another father, and hug the child whom He missed every day but had never met.

But there is not enough time.

"Baby, I have to go." He stroked his long hair, which was exactly the same as his own, his eyes seemed to be filled with both joy and sorrow. "I look forward to our meeting - the day when we truly meet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden burst of golden light engulfed the little child.

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Li Jue opened his eyes again from the blazing ball of light. It was not the same as he had imagined, as he was teleported away. The uncle standing in front of him was still the same uncle.

But it's a little different.

The originally pure white robe turned into a black color like crow feathers, and the long hair turned from shining gold to darker and darker at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the curly hair became much straighter.

However, the facial features did not change at all, and the face was still the same face.

Except for a bloody mark appearing between the eyebrows

The boy asked in confusion: "Uncle, have you changed your clothes?"

And the hairstyle.

"God" was stunned for a moment by his name and the intimate tone, then slowly laughed: "Yes, according to seniority, you should call me uncle."

"seniority in the family?"

"Yes."

He originally thought that the child would continue to ask why he was uncle, so that he could naturally reveal his identity. He was still looking forward to the kid's reaction.

But Li Jue was not interested in these things at all. He yawned, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "Uncle, I miss my dad...Excuse me, can you take me home?"

I was so sleepy that I couldn't speak clearly, but I didn't forget to use the proper polite words.

The "God" bent down and picked up the cub like a chick. The long black hair that fell down carried a faint, cold and dark aura, as if it came from a distant fog.

"Of course, dear." His voice was similar to the blond god's, but even deeper. "But before that, little Li Jue, how about I tell you a story?"