Chapter 131
After receiving 10,000 points of critical damage from my daughter, the sight of this pile of broken copper and iron in front of me was no longer appealing.
Lu Daju sat there, watching his daughter disappear. He was silent for three seconds and said, "No, I can't do this." He took off the oil-stained gloves on his hands and threw them aside.
I stood up and chased after him unwillingly. At this time, I could see my father. Apart from him, there was only the main body. It was a bit redundant to put it in the lobby on the first floor, so I moved the main body to the top floor of the sixth floor where few people went.
There is only one room above, with a huge round wisteria bed placed on it, and it was carefully decorated with vines. Oh, I remembered that at that time I took a commission to do the overall design for a villa, and the wisteria was the customer's request. Later, I made several design plans and also decorated such a house in the game.
In fact, as a designer, I am still a bit picky about the decoration of the house. For example, the corridor all the way up, the rockery built symmetrically on both sides, the pear tree, the red lights hanging on it, and I also think about a lot of things to use when I am bored playing games.
As Lu Daju walked up the stairs, he heard his daughter's voice.
"How is it? We are similar this time, right? We are equally white." He saw his daughter lying next to her original body from outside the door. He put his face together with the original body's face and said to Zi'an who was standing aside.
"......" Zi'an was pulled back with a confused look on his face. He thought Yaya brought him back to see the master, or was it her father? Who knew that when he ran all the way to the top, the moment the door was pushed open, a fresh and light fragrance came out.
Bunches of wisteria flowers hung from the roof, swaying in the wind as the door opened. In the middle of the room stood a large lavender bed, on which seemed someone lying, their slender legs covered with long white gauze, which hung to the ground.
They walked around half of the bed before Zi'an could see the person on the bed clearly.
It was very white, perhaps because of the purple environment around, making the person on the bed look bloodless, with a bluish tint.
Looking at the two faces put together, how are they alike? Not at all. Yaya's face is chubby and round, her eyes are round, her mouth is round, and overall everything is round. She is very cute, loves to talk, and loves to act coquettishly.
The person lying on the bed is good-looking, but cold. It may be because of his skin color. He looks cold no matter how you look at him. The person is cold, and he looks cold too. This room should be installed with an insulation system.
"Hurry up and tell me, this time I look like dad, right?" Yaya urged anxiously.
In fact, the cause of the incident was very simple. The two of them were happily holding hands to find the tide, watch the fish, and chat as they walked. In fact, it was Yaya who kept talking, calling her dad all the time.
Zi'an then asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time: "Is the Master really your father? You don't look alike at all. You're fair, the Master is dark. Your eyes are purple, and the Master has vertical holes, one yellow and one blue. How can you tell? Genetically, there's no resemblance at all."
"Huh?" Yaya was very confused by Zi'an's question. What genetics? Did it mean that she and her father didn't look alike? "We look a lot like each other. I have two eyes, one ear on this side, and another on that side." Yaya touched her ears to show that she had both: "And a mouth and a nose."
"Hey, that's not what I'm talking about. Everyone has a nose, eyes, and ears." Zi'an was older after all, and he knew Yaya might not understand, so he said it another way: "Just like fish in the water, a small fish will grow into a big fish after a while. Uncle Butler's flowers, the seeds they produce will grow and bloom, and they will still be the same flowers. Yaya doesn't look like Master at all. Even if Yaya grows up, she won't have black skin and yellow-blue eyes."
This question is very profound. 5-year-old Yaya obviously understood it, which made her very unhappy. That was her father, and she wanted to prove to Zian that they were the same, and she was very similar to her father!
Just like that, halfway through the journey to find the tide, Yaya hurriedly pulled her back. When she entered the house, she gave her father a cold look. It was because he had made his appearance too dark that others could not recognize that they were father and daughter. Yaya had no choice but to bring Zi'an up to see another father.
“…….”
Zi'an's silence made Yaya jump up, pulling at her father's hair while pulling at her own hair: "Look, they are all white."
Then he touched his father's face and pointed to his own fleshy arm: "White." He emphasized again that it was white, not black.
"..." Zi'an remained silent. How could he put it? In the technologically advanced society of the future, humanistic sentiments would be less evident, so there wouldn't be much point in telling white lies. If it wasn't like it, it wasn't like it. He couldn't speak, nor would he beat around the bush. At most, he would just remain silent.
Lu Daju outside the door probably understood what was going on. If he didn't come in, Yaya would probably be so angry that she would cry.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Why do you have to look for this dad instead of me, your dad?" Lu Daju, who was already dark-skinned, was now wearing work clothes and covered in oil. How could he compare with the person on the bed with such a dirty face?
Both children looked at him, especially Yaya, who seemed a little disgusted. He was dirty and smelled of engine oil: "Dad is too dark."
Lu Daju covered his little heart which was hurt again: "If Daddy gets dirty, he is no longer Daddy?"
"So what kind of father does Yaya want?"
"Like this?" Lu Daju snapped his fingers, and his overalls, which were stained with motor oil, turned into a black and red dress with sparkling dots, wrapped with thorns and roses. His skin also changed, completely different from his dark skin. He had white skin, red eyes with upturned corners, and a head of fiery red hair, which made him look as hot as a ball of fire.
Yaya has also gotten used to her father's change in appearance and didn't react much. Zian's eyes widened instantly. What happened?
"Like this?" She snapped her fingers again, and her red hair turned golden and stood up in a ponytail. Her eyes were filled with golden little stars, shining with light. Her black fur-collared cloak was embroidered with delicate golden silk threads, and she looked like a big, noble lion.
"Or is it like this?" With another wave of his hand, the blonde hair turned into long black hair, black dragon scales appeared on his face, and there seemed to be canine teeth at the corners of his mouth: "Yaya, which father do you want?"
The smile is as evil as it can be, very similar to the cartoon "Golden Axe and Silver Axe". Which one do you choose?
Yaya didn't feel anything, but Zian's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"I want a father like Yaya." Yaya said, pointing to the real body on the bed.
Lu Daju really wanted to roll his eyes at his original form on the bed. Wouldn't it be nice to have a different dad? Why did he have to be exactly the same?
But since my daughter said so, how can I not be satisfied?
Lu Daju closed his eyes and opened them again. In an instant, his white hair spread to the ground, and his clothes turned into layer upon layer of white gauze. His two large sleeves were like feathered wings. His eyebrows turned white, and even his eyelashes were white. His open eyes were like thin blue ice, as cold as his body when he woke up.
"If you want it, I'll give it to you. But you said the wrong thing. It's not a dad who is like Yaya, but a Yaya who is like dad." The clone, who had changed his appearance, walked up to the two children with a smile, and his big sleeves flapped in the air like wings.
He stroked Yaya's head, and the energy changed Yaya's appearance. With just one stroke, she turned into a little loli with white hair, white eyebrows and blue eyes. The blue jellyfish-like skirt on her body was replaced with layers of white gauze skirt, like a blooming Epiphyllum.
Lu Daju picked up Yaya and sat down beside the bed. He smiled at Zi'an, who had already entered dementia mode, and said, "How about it? Do we look like father and daughter this time?"
Zi'an saw it with his eyes, but his mind was still not clear. He nodded stupidly. Anyway, his mind was not clear.
"Appearance is not important. You can change it anytime if you want. If you care about it, it's just a small matter." Lu Daju smiled and hit his head on Daizi'an's forehead.
At the same time, a burst of energy was sent out, and the small curly brown hair turned into white shoulder-length hair. The triangular eyes that looked a bit fierce also turned into ice-colored pupils with double eyelids. He was wearing a white gorgeous dress and blended in perfectly.
"Ah~?" Zi'an blankly touched the clothes on his body that changed instantly.
"Don't worry, you can change back anytime you want. Okay, go and have fun. If you delay any longer, the tide will pass." Lu Daju put Yaya on the ground and sent them out of the hospital. Yes, just by hand.
In the blink of an eye, the two children were thrown into the virtual sea outside.
Lu Daju clapped his hands and sighed, "What a weird little brat!"
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