Chapter 105 Chapter 105 Long Aotian's Father 19
Zhuozhuo was already worried about Yan Bufan, but seeing Elder Qingyin like this, she simply ignored her. She silently jumped off the couch and then the bed, sat on the floor, put on her shoes, and then ran out.
"What are you doing?"
Elder Qingyin watched Zhuozhuo run to the hall door, but was blocked by the high threshold. She tried all kinds of strange postures but couldn't climb out. Then he stood up and slowly walked over and asked her slowly.
Zhuozhuo was lying on the doorstep, trying to lift her chubby legs to roll over. When she heard Elder Qingyin's footsteps getting closer and closer, she leaned out anxiously, stretched her neck, and then fell out, rolling due to inertia.
This sudden change startled both of them. Elder Qingyin smiled silently before continuing to walk forward.
Zhuozhuo was lying on the ground with her four legs up in the air, blinking in confusion. When Elder Qingyin appeared in her sight, she turned over, got up, and stumbled away.
Elder Qingyin followed leisurely, watching the little creature bounce like a ball of yarn, a smile on his face. It wasn't until Zhuozhuo stopped, staring in shock and bewilderment at the spectacle of hundreds of people clashing with various musical instruments, that Elder Qingyin said lightly, "Zhuozhuo, you've come to the wrong place. You've arrived at the training grounds at Leshan Peak."
He really deserves a beating.
Zhuozhuo didn't run in another direction. Instead, he glared at Elder Qingyin angrily and said unexpectedly, "Are you my Fengfeng?"
Although these two people have no similarities, one is mature and considerate while the other is mean and deserves a beating, one has a male voice while the other has a female voice and appearance, one can coax her while the other deliberately angers her, but Zhuozhuo just feels that the person in front of her is her Fengfeng.
Perhaps it was her talent in the world of cultivation that enhanced her intuition.
Elder Qingyin narrowed her beautiful eyes, "Why do you say that?"
"You don't look like a woman." The previous Elder Qingyin was gentle and graceful, but the current one looks very inconsistent. It seems that there lives a free and unrestrained, casual and indifferent soul inside, which is a mismatch.
Zhuozhuo couldn't tell the specific details. In order to verify her intuition, she ran to a big tree that was so thick that three people could hug it and started calling Fengfeng.
"Zhuozhuo, are you looking for me?"
Soon, a familiar voice sounded in his ears. Zhuozhuo subconsciously stuck his head out and found that Elder Qingyin was still in the distance, looking at the scenery casually.
She looked back and forth several times in confusion before confirming that Elder Qingyin was not Fengfeng. Puzzled, Zhuozhuo also breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully, and then pouted and said aggrievedly, "Fengfeng, I want Daddy. Daddy is gone, and Aunt Qingyin has become strange. This place is not good, Qingyuan Sect is not good, I want to go find Daddy."
"He's gone to do his own thing. Zhuozhuo, do you remember your father always wanted to become more powerful? Now is his chance."
"Zhuozhuo, go and accompany Daddy."
"No, he has to go alone this time."
Zhuozhuo didn't ask why, because she already knew the answer in her heart. After sobbing for a while, she said sadly, "Because Zhuozhuo is a burden."
"Of course not. It's Yan Bufan who's incompetent. He's already done his best to save his own life, and he doesn't have the ability to protect Zhuozhuo. So during this time, Zhuozhuo can play with Fengfeng or Qingyin, and don't think about him."
Zhuozhuo shook his head, "Don't play."
"So you want to sleep? Or are you hungry?"
"Zhuozhuo also needs to become powerful. He can't play around anymore. He needs to... practice and become a really powerful little god. Protect Daddy! Protect Fengfeng!"
Thinking of Yan Bufan's loneliness, helplessness, anxiety, and urgency after arriving in the world of immortal cultivation, Zhuozhuo's expression became even more resolute. Zhuozhuo wanted his father to be happy and relaxed, to stop worrying, and to stop feeling like a heavy mountain was pressing down on his head, making it difficult to even breathe.
Fengfeng had considered cultivating Zhuozhuo, and according to his style, he should have put it into action the moment he had an idea, but due to the current circumstances, he had put it off. Now was a good opportunity, but he was so focused on comforting Zhuozhuo, making her dependent on him, and helping her adapt to her new environment that he hadn't paid attention to anything else.
Hearing Zhuozhuo's words, "Fengfeng" smiled with emotion. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would still be "emotional" one day. He really wanted to be someone's father.
"I can teach you, but Zhuozhuo, this place is not suitable for you to practice. You have to go somewhere else with me."
"Okay, Zhuozhuo will listen to Fengfeng."
"Then I have to make it clear to you in advance that you cannot tell anyone else here about your cultivation. Also, due to the inconvenience of traveling back and forth, it will take a long time for you to see Yan Bufan once."
Zhuozhuo was confused and asked eagerly, "Does a long time mean seeing you once a day?"
She vaguely remembered that children, after turning three, had to go to kindergarten and were only taken home for meals and sleep. It was said that after elementary school, middle school, and college, the number of visits to home became even less frequent. Cultivation sounded more challenging than kindergarten, where parents might only be able to see their parents at night when they went home to sleep.
"No more than once every thirty days."
Looking at Zhuozhuo's anxious face, Fengfeng suggested a frequency that would make the child burst into tears. He'd originally wanted to say thirty years, but he was afraid Zhuozhuo would find it too long and give up cultivation altogether. At worst, after leaving this place, he could adjust the length of day and night, turning thirty days into three months, three years, thirty years, or even a hundred years.
Zhuozhuo lowered his head and counted on his fingers. As he counted, his mouth pursed and he felt like crying. He said pitifully, "Grandpa Fengfeng, it's been too many days. Daddy can't see Zhuozhuo and he's crying. Sobbing, so pitiful."
I don’t know whether Yan Bufan will cry, but Zhuozhuo’s eyes are full of tears and she may cry at any time. She looks pitiful and cute, making people want to coax her and bully her.
Fengfeng couldn't help but burst out laughing. When Zhuozhuo looked at him accusingly with his big, watery eyes, he quickly said, "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at Yan Bufan. He's such a grown-up, but he still can't leave his child. It's so funny."
"Daddy misses me, why is it funny? Fengfeng, don't laugh at Daddy. Laughing at others is a bad child."
"...Okay, I was wrong. I won't laugh anymore."
"Good wind."
"……Um."
This interruption made Zhuozhuo forget his sadness and he urged enthusiastically, "Hurry up, Fengfeng, teach Zhuozhuo to practice, quickly."
"Okay. First, the little fairy needs to put on clothes and shoes to avoid getting sick."
A gust of wind blew on Zhuozhuo's bare little feet. She wiggled her toes and retorted, "Little fairies can't get sick."
Fengfeng said slowly, "The little gods are all clean and tidy. Is Zhuozhuo clean and tidy now?"
Zhuozhuo looked at the grass and dirt on her feet, then looked at her messy clothes, smiled guiltily, and said coquettishly, "Fengfeng, use magic to clean it up."
"No, you can't be lazy in cultivation, and you can't take shortcuts. Zhuozhuo, put on your clothes and wash your feet." Zhuozhuo must be made to remember, otherwise, even if everything is done for her, she will make the same mistake again next time.
Zhuozhuo waited there for a moment, and when she saw that Fengfeng really had no intention of helping her, she slowly turned around and walked back, muttering as she walked, "Elder Qingyin is so strange, Zhuozhuo is a little scared."
Suddenly, a gentle voice came from above my head: "What's strange?"
Zhuozhuo jumped up in fright, staggered to his feet, and looked up at Elder Qingyin in shock. He said pitifully but bravely, "Everything about you is strange. You don't look like my Aunt Qingyin."
"I look like your Grandpa Fengfeng." He was thinking of hiding his identity just now, but when he heard Zhuozhuo say that he was a little scared, he couldn't help but reveal himself.
Zhuozhuo was frightened again, "How do you know? Are you a monster?"
"Because you asked me when you ran away just now."
Zhuozhuo remembered and asked a little embarrassedly: "Are you Aunt Qingyin?"
"If it's not Qingyin, then I can't play with you? When did you become so close to her?" The man pretending to be Elder Qingyin spoke in a low voice, sounding as if he was jealous.
"You can play with Zhuozhuo. But Auntie is good to me, and I care about her." Zhuozhuo said this, then realized what was going on and asked worriedly, "Did you eat Auntie Qingyin?"
As the last word was spoken, tears welled up in Zhuozhu's eyes again, ready to burst at any moment.
"Why are you crying so hard...Okay, okay, don't cry. I didn't eat Qingyin. She's fine. I just want to take care of you. Her status is just right for you. Please hold back your tears. I'm a little scared when you do this."
Zhuozhuo sniffed, tears swaying in his eyes like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, "Really?"
"Really!" Fengfeng felt a little regretful for teasing Zhuozhuo.
Zhuozhuo stared at Elder Qingyin, unable to tell whether she was lying or not. However, she felt that anyone who was afraid of her crying was being kind to her, so she said in a childish voice, "Zhuozhuo will believe you this once."
"Thank you, Zhuozhuo!"
"You're welcome." Zhuozhuo waved her little hand and said in a baby voice, "If you want to play with me, you have to tell me first where Aunt Qingyin is."
I didn't expect Zhuozhuo to have such a little trick. Fengfeng, who was wearing Qingyin's shell, smiled and pointed at himself, "She is here too, but she is asleep."
"Oh..." Zhuozhuo said childishly, seeming to understand, "You secretly lived in Aunt Qingyin's house while she was asleep!"
"You could say that."
"Did you give her money?"
"...I'll give it to her when I see her."
"Then don't forget it."
"I won't forget it."
Zhuozhuo was still worried and said, "Zhuozhuo will remember it for you too."
"Okay, thank you."
"hey-hey."
Fengfeng saw that Zhuozhuo had completely forgotten what he was going to do and reminded him, "Zhuozhuo, do you want to go back to the palace?"
"Ah? No." Zhuozhuo scratched his head after saying that. He always felt that he should do something, but he couldn't remember it, so he simply stopped thinking about it, laughed and went to chase the passing butterflies.
After running two steps, he was grabbed by the clothes on his back and lifted up. Zhuozhuo twisted his little body and turned around. When he saw it was Qingyin, he opened his little hands and flapped his arms, laughing loudly: "Fly! Zhuozhuo can fly~"
"Fengfeng" resisted the urge to fly Zhuozhuo around in the air, and said with a helpless smile, "Don't fly yet. Does it hurt if you step on the ground directly?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and picked up a small stone from the sole of Zhuozhuo's foot, pressing the small indentation made by the stone.
The hint was so obvious that Zhuozhuo remembered that she had to wear shoes and socks to find Fengfeng to practice. She quickly kicked down with her short legs, and two small stones fell between her toes.
"ah."
Zhuozhuo subconsciously rubbed his two little feet, and saw a few wisps of smoke, and said in surprise: "Zhuozhuo's feet are smoking."
"It's not smoke, it's dust."
Zhuozhuo widened his eyes and stared at his feet. They were obviously white, so how could there be so much dirt hidden inside them!
Zhuozhuo finally realized that running around barefoot was dirty and bad, and he grumbled in unhappiness.
Fengfeng carried Zhuozhuo to the couch, touched her plump little feet, and held her discolored hands in front of her eyes, emphasizing again, "Look, it's all covered in dirt. Isn't it dirty?"
"Wash it, clean it." Seeing how dirty it was, Zhuozhuo paused for a moment, her big eyes rolling around, not looking at anyone. Fengfeng pressed her head back, and she had no choice but to tilt her head and stare at Qingyin. Instinctively, she took the initiative and said, "You haven't told me who you are yet?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"I think you are my Fengfeng, but you don't admit it." Perhaps because he has already determined in his heart that Qingyin is Fengfeng, Zhuozhuo got a little angry, "You can't be Fengfeng anymore. Fengfeng doesn't lie, you do."
"I didn't lie to you." Facing Zhuozhuo's angry eyes, Fengfeng raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I just didn't admit it just now, but I didn't say I wasn't. It was Zhuozhuo who misunderstood."
"Hey? Zhuozhuo, is it a misunderstanding?" This sophistry easily fooled Zhuozhuo. The little guy thought carefully and could not remember clearly.
"That's right, Zhuozhuo wronged me and was mean to me. I'm a little sad." "Fengfeng" didn't give Zhuozhuo enough time to sort things out. He covered his chest ostentatiously, then immediately let go, only frowning to show that what he said was true.
Zhuozhuo was intimidated by the scheming adults. A guilty look appeared on his little face. He said in a soft voice, "Fengfeng, don't be sad. Zhuozhuo didn't mean to be mean to you. You didn't explain clearly. You are the adult and I am the baby. If you don't explain clearly, I won't understand. Fengfeng, explain clearly next time, and Zhuozhuo won't misunderstand you and be mean to you."
At the end, Zhuozhuo's tone was a bit serious, with an expression that said "It's all your fault."
Fengfeng was a little surprised by Zhuozhuo's logic. Although she couldn't see through the adults' evasiveness and sophistry, she was well-organized and wouldn't be easily deceived. To encourage her, Fengfeng said cooperatively, "Yes, I didn't do well this time. I didn't even explain who I was. I deserved to be scolded. How can I blame Zhuozhuo?"
Zhuozhuo stepped on the soft couch and hugged Fengfeng's neck. He patted his back like a little adult and coaxed him in a baby voice, "Fengfeng, don't be sad. Even if you do something wrong, Zhuozhuo will coax you. Zhuozhuo loves you."
"Well...I love Zhuozhuo too."
It was the first time that Fengfeng was exposed to such straightforward emotions and expressions, and his heart was slightly moved. No wonder so many people, even those who had cultivated to the Mahayana stage, were trapped by the instinct to reproduce. Now he knew the joy of raising children, and he could not escape it.
Hey, his daughter is so cute.
After Zhuozhuo held Fengfeng in his arms, she sat obediently on the couch, her eyes and little head following his movements. She watched him take out a basin made of white jade, add fragrant water to wash her feet, and then take out beautiful clothes, shoes and socks for her to wear.
When Fengfeng took out a small golden comb to comb her hair, she leaned back and lay on him, giggling and saying, "Zhuozhuo is so happy to see Fengfeng."
Her little head shook back and forth, "Fengfeng smells so good, Fengfeng is so soft, Fengfeng has so much flesh here..."
The area in front of his chest was squeezed, and the sense of existence was stronger than ever before. A certain complete form of Yan Bufan froze, deeply regretting choosing someone else's body to meet Zhuozhuo.
Even if he really condensed his body to meet Zhuozhuo, what would happen? This little guy was very perceptive anyway. Even if his appearance was the same as Yan Bufan, he would definitely recognize him as "Fengfeng" and not mistake him for that brat.
"shining."
Dayan grabbed Zhuozhuo's shoulders and helped her sit up. After a moment's thought, he pinched her armpits and turned her around. He made her look into his serious eyes and said seriously, "I'm a man, you know that, right?"
"I know." Zhuozhuo blinked, and suddenly realized something strange. She lowered her eyes and said with sudden enlightenment: "Fengfeng is a man, but Fengfeng doesn't want to be a man, Fengfeng wants to be a woman!"
“…No. Zhuozhuo, stop talking nonsense.”
To prevent Zhuozhuo from having any more strange ideas, Dayan said, "I had no choice but to possess Qingyin. Her identity is the most convenient at Leshan Peak. This is a temporary solution. Once I take you away, I will return to my original appearance."
Zhuozhuo's blinking frequency slowed down. After a few breaths, she nodded slowly, looking as if she understood but then said something shocking, "Should we leave quietly? We can't let anyone know."
"right."
Zhuozhuo was silent for a while. When Dayan thought she was unwilling to leave again, she sighed like a little adult and said in a baby voice, "Qingyuan Sect is the nest of Longlong and Dabo Axe. Bad Longlong wants to eat daddy's flesh. One bite of meat will make him immortal! Zhuozhuo wants to learn skills, ride a big horse, carry a huge sword on her back, and save princess daddy!"
Dayan was touched by her cuteness and wanted to hear her talk more. "Zhuozhuo, can you tell me what Bad Dragon Dragon and Big Brain Axe are?"
He had no idea about the idiom "Longtan Huxue" and had never heard of the story of a warrior saving a princess who was captured by a dragon.
"It's roar, roar, roar!" Zhuozhuo put her hands to her face to make a trumpet to show her strength. After roaring, she emphasized, "These are very powerful and ferocious animals. Their nests are the most dangerous. No one who goes there can come back."
"Oh, so that's how it is. It's so scary." Dayan agreed enthusiastically and picked up Zhuozhuo and went to the back mountain.
Zhuozhuo didn't even notice she was being carried away. She put on a show, folding her hands and hunching her shoulders in fear. She nodded vigorously and said, "It's scary! But don't be afraid. Daddy is the most powerful. Daddy can get out! Daddy will defeat Bad Longlong and Big Brain Axe! Protect Zhuozhuo!"
"That's all he's useful for." Dayan was a little jealous. Fengfeng is also good!
Zhuozhuo stared at Dayan, feeling that he didn't seem to be praising Yan Bufan. Dayan couldn't stand Zhuozhuo's gaze attack and silently changed his words, "Yan Bufan is really amazing. I'm shocked and don't know what to say."
After saying this, Dayan had a bad premonition that Yan Bufan would most likely make him so angry that he would vomit blood.
Zhuozhuo was happy. "Fengfeng, can you please say again that Daddy is the best?"
"Why?"
Dayan was very unhappy. If Zhuozhuo wanted to, he could repeat it ten or a hundred times, not just once. But now, when he was asked to praise Yan Bufan, he couldn't open his mouth.
"Fengfeng is awesome. Daddy will be so happy if the awesome Fengfeng praises him!" Although Zhuozhuo doesn't understand the ways of the world like adults and doesn't have much life experience, she made this request based on her sensibility and kindness.
Being recognized by a master is a great encouragement and psychological comfort to Yan Bufan, who is currently confused and doubting himself.
Dayan was a little jealous of Yan Bufan, but when Zhuozhuo looked at him, he couldn't say no. Never mind, Zhuozhuo was so young, it was only natural for her to be close to the only adult around her. When she was alone with him in the future, he would gradually replace that brat.
Dayan was about to speak when a pair of chubby little hands suddenly slapped her mouth shut. Zhuozhuo said softly, "Don't tell me now. Fengfeng will tell Daddy." Then she said worriedly, "It will be a long, long time before I can see Daddy."
At this moment, Dayan felt Zhuo Zhuo's worry and sadness, and he blurted out, "I have a way to let him hear it now."
"Really? Fengfeng is so powerful!"
Dayan was put on the stage, so he had no choice but to nod and said, "Yeah." He immediately received blazing admiring looks, which soothed the subtle displeasure in his heart that his competitor was favored.
Zhuozhuo clapped his hands happily, his eyes sparkling, and his little mouth chattered, "Fengfeng is awesome! Fengfeng is the best!"
“…” He just said “Daddy is the best”.
"I love Fengfeng so much!"
Dayan: "..."
Forget it, Zhuozhu likes him, how could he do anything to make her unhappy, how could he bear not to meet her requirements.
Dayan paused, made a simple hand gesture, and then praised Yan Bufan to the air, praising him to the heavens and the earth. After praising him, he did not immediately end the spell, but said to Zhuozhuo: "Do you have anything to say to him?"
Zhuozhuo couldn't hold back any longer. Upon hearing this, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly into the air, "Daddy!"
Da Yan subconsciously touched his ears. Although his body and soul were now as strong as a Golden Immortal, he still felt as if he was going deaf. Wasn't it just a word with that brat? Why was he so excited? Tsk.
Zhuozhuo called out "Daddy" again, and when he spoke again, his voice turned into tears. "Daddy, Zhuozhuo is going to become powerful, and Daddy also wants to become powerful. Daddy is waiting here for Zhuozhuo, don't die. Zhuozhuo will come back to see Daddy in thirty days. Daddy, don't practice all the time, don't forget Zhuozhuo, wuwuwu——"
Dayan had deliberately set up a one-way voice transmission, so Zhuozhuo's crying naturally received no response. She sobbed for a while, then pitifully said, "Daddy, you have to think about Zhuozhuo, think about her every day!"
It was as if the two were experiencing life and death separation, which made Dayan laugh and unhappy.
After Zhuozhuo finished talking, Dayan sent a message to Yan Bufan. He glanced at the still sobbing little girl and didn't comfort her immediately. Forced to leave her father, she needed to vent her emotions.
Zhuozhuo didn't cry for too long, mainly because she relied on and trusted Dayan, which filled her anxiety. Zhuozhuo hugged Dayan's neck, snuggled into his arms, and asked curiously, "What is Fengfeng's home like?"
There were still tears on her eyelashes, but her little face was full of carefreeness, anticipation and excitement.
Dayan breathed a sigh of relief, amused and angry, and said, "We have all kinds. I'll show you around. You can live anywhere you want."
"Wow, Fengfeng, do you have a lot of money?"
"Yes. Zhuozhuo, you can tell me whatever you want, and I'll give it to you."
Zhuozhuo thought seriously for a while and said childishly, "Zhuozhuo needs to see it before he knows whether he wants it or not."
Dayan was touched by the cuteness again. He rubbed his burning little head, then casually slapped a point in the air.
Buzz——
A silent roar raged in her head for a moment. Zhuozhuo blinked blankly, looked at Dayan who was covering her head, then looked up into the air, pointed at the ripples that appeared out of nowhere, and said in a milky voice, "What is this?"
"This is the door. We can leave from here."
Seeing that Zhuozhuo did not resist, Dayan hugged her and stepped in.
For a moment, the world was spinning and everything in front of me was turned upside down. Then, as if being swung through a washing machine, the world returned to normal.
Zhuozhuo had experienced several space changes, but this was the first time she was so tormented. She leaned in Dayan's arms with tears in her eyes, feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to hum and act coquettishly, but before she could make a sound, an excited mechanical voice suddenly came from her mind.
[Hehehe, I, Old 9, am finally out! ! ! ]
Zhuozhuo widened his eyes and listened blankly to 9972's crazy nonsense in his mind, and suddenly he remembered that he still had a system.
They haven't spoken for days!
Thoughts of 9972 gradually flooded her mind, and Zhuozhuo felt the same ecstasy and fear that 9972 had felt after surviving the disaster. But Zhuozhuo couldn't handle such a complex and intense emotion. After a moment of silence, she suddenly threw her head back and burst into tears.
"ah--!"
Da Yan thought Zhuo Zhuo regretted her actions and subconsciously wanted to take Yan Bufan back to comfort her. Before he took action, he heard Zhuo Zhuo sobbing and saying, "All, sob, sob, sob..."
It turned out that I wasn't paying attention for a moment and let the little toy run out.
Dayan immediately cast a new barrier around the culprit, isolating its noisy voice from Zhuozhuo. He wiped Zhuozhuo's tears and said patiently, "Good Zhuozhuo, don't cry. I've locked up the bad guy who deceived you."
Zhuozhuo found that 9972 was silent again. After a pause, he cried even harder, "I lost everything again!"
"It's not lost, it's still here. If you don't believe me, look."
Dayan felt a headache. This little toy was not only connected to Zhuozhuo's soul, but also deeply trusted by her. He reached out and touched Zhuozhuo's little head, then pulled it away as if he had grasped something. Then, he spread his hands in front of Zhuozhuo like offering a treasure, revealing a silver-white cat head. "Look, is it yours?"
Zhuozhuo blinked and said in surprise: "Yes, everything!"
She reached out and held the cat's head, saying happily and affectionately, "Tongtong, I missed you so much."
9972 was nearly frightened to the point of breaking apart. Dayan's ethereal voice sounded like a mortal's call to action. The brief seconds since being captured felt like centuries, each one a thousand times over. The torture of death itself had left 9972's programming in disarray, and its consciousness was being completely shattered with each subsequent shattering.
At this moment, a pair of soft little hands carefully picked it up, and the childish voice sounded like the Creator announcing its new life.
9972 came back to life in an instant. It howled and stretched out two arms from the silver-white body, tightly hugged Zhuozhuo's wrist, moved its round body and hid behind the arms, and only then did it feel a little safer.
After finally reuniting with Zhuozhuo, 9972 had a million things to say to her, but with Dayan watching closely beside him, it dared not utter a single word. After a while, it finally managed to utter a sentence that would not go wrong: "I miss you, too."
"Where have you been? You just disappeared all of a sudden." Zhuozhuo complained aggrievedly, pouting her lips as she sternly warned, "From now on, if you're busy, tell Zhuozhuo. Only when Zhuozhuo says 'I know' can you leave. If you don't tell him, Zhuozhuo will be so worried and sad, and will forget about you!"
This was not meant to scare Tong, it was true. After 9972 was locked up by Dayan, he watched Zhuozhuo slowly forget about it. That kind of panic could drive Tong crazy.
Wiping away bitter tears, 9972 quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll never leave without saying goodbye again! Zhuozhuo, if you can't find me in the future, just ask your father and ask him to help you find me."
Guilty and fearful, it stole a glance at Dayan. The moment it left that false world, it received a glimpse of the real world's progress. It also knew that Yan Bufan, the protagonist of Long Aotian, had become a demon who wanted to destroy the world and was competing head-on with the world consciousness.
Sadly, the world consciousness can't handle it.
9972 didn't know why Yan Bufan mutated, nor did it know what happened to create a fake world, but its experienced self immediately noticed Dayan's daughter-slave attitude towards Zhuozhuo. In order to avoid being trapped or even killed silently by Dayan in the future, it had to take insurance with Zhuozhuo.
Dayan saw 9972's little thoughts and chuckled softly.
9972 was so frightened that its data flow was scattered, and the cat's head was deformed. It instinctively shouted, "Zhuozhuo is awesome! I'm not here, and you've done your tasks well. You will definitely accumulate enough points to realize your wish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderclap thundered down from the sky. Just before it struck 9972 and Zhuozhuo, Dayan easily dispersed it. He glanced at 9972 with a sinister look and gently soothed Zhuozhuo, who was frightened by the thunder.
The cat's head slumped in Zhuozhuo's arms, looking like a coward who had just died. The punishment for leaking information from the main world to the natives of the small world came swiftly and fiercely. 9972 was prepared to spend all his life-saving equipment and suffer a serious blow to his vitality, but Dayan simply waved his hand and eliminated the danger.
9972 doesn’t know whether he should be grateful or despair.
Zhuozhuo had no idea that she and her family had experienced a life-and-death crisis. She was simply startled by the sudden bolt of lightning in a clear sky. With Dayan's comfort, she quickly recovered and continued to focus on 9972.
Recalling what 9972 had said just now, Zhuozhuo felt guilty. He lowered his head to look at his fingers and said weakly, "Ah... Yes, yes, Zhuozhuo is on a mission. It's so tiring, doing missions every day without a break... What is the mission? Zhuozhuo thinks..."
It had been a while since 9972 had appeared in her mind, and Zhuozhuo had completely forgotten what she came here for. In addition, 9972 didn't keep mentioning tasks, so she couldn't remember it immediately.
ah?
Does she really have a mission?
Empty head.
Zhuozhuo felt even more guilty and subconsciously acted like a spoiled child, "Tongtong..."
9972 breathed a sigh of relief. Zhuozhuo's reaction was correct. Zhuozhuo was so young, how could she know what the mission was, and how could she have the scheming and acting skills to deliberately complete the mission? Her every reaction was a genuine expression of her feelings; her dependence on and love for Dayan were genuine.
In this way, even if Dayan had some resentment and doubts about being conquered, they could be dispelled.
After all, the focus of 9972's mission was on "Zhuozhuo's wish" in order to explain his importance to Dayan, to save his life and the opportunity to contact Zhuozhuo, rather than to seek death with Zhuozhuo.
9972 was anxiously waiting for Dayan's reaction, while wailing in his heart, Dad, Mom, Uncles, and Cousins, Xiaojiu has made it big. His brain can actually work so quickly!
Dayan glanced at the cat head with an ambiguous expression, his murderous intent growing stronger. Once he broke free, what wish could Zhuozhuo not fulfill? Let this little toy hop around for a while.
Zhuozhuo realized belatedly that something was wrong with 9972. She lifted the cat's head and looked at Dayan, "Fengfeng, everything is broken. Can you fix it?"
Without waiting for Dayan to take the frightened cat's head, Zhuozhuo hurriedly started to study it himself, digging and picking at it with his little hands, determined to find a crack to pry the cat's head open.
Sensing Zhuo Zhuo's intention, 9972 was about to break apart and quickly called out, "Baby! I'm fine, I'm fine. No need to fix it or dismantle it."
"But you look at it, it's not bright anymore, it looks like it's dying."
Zhuozhuo was worried. She didn't want to watch 9972 die just after being separated from her father.
[…I just missed my baby so much that I couldn’t sleep or eat, so I had no energy to speak and looked haggard. I wasn’t dying.]
Zhuozhuo looked at Dayan, the most authoritative figure in his heart, and asked seriously, "Fengfeng, will everyone die?"
"If you don't want it to, it won't die." Dayan looked at the cat head that was almost scared to death with a half-smile, "But it also has to watch its mouth. There are some things that can't be said here, because this world is cursed. As long as certain words are spoken, the person who speaks will be struck to death."
As for what he said, it depends on his mood.
9972 was frightened and confused, hesitating, thinking that Dayan was reminding it not to leak any more information about the main world. Could he be so kind?
Zhuozhuo was no longer afraid after seeing Dayan smash the thunder with his bare hands. He asked directly out of curiosity, "What are you talking about?"
"It can't call you baby. Every time it sees you, it can't speak more than thirty words. It can't..."
Zhuozhuo was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the cat's head and said, "Call me baby, I'm not dead."
"Yeah." Dayan said calmly, "Zhuozhuo, did you forget? There was a lightning strike just now, and I blocked it for it."
Zhuozhuo was completely unaware of the order of events. Instead, she thought the sudden thunderstorm in a clear day had an explanation. She immediately and nervously warned 9972, "Tongtong, stop talking nonsense from now on. If you do, you'll really get struck by lightning and die!"
9972:[……]
Dayan raised his eyebrows and added, "You can't hold it yet."
He picked up the annoying cat's head and shook it, "Is that tears or something? It's so dirty."
9972:[……]
Is there anyone who can take care of Yan Bufan? Listen to what kind of bullshit he's talking about! In broad daylight, that old bastard Yan Bufan not only deceives a child but also attacks him head-on!!!
Zhuozhuo was puzzled. He looked up at the sky, then at his chubby little hands, and said in a baby voice, "But, there was no thunder when I was holding it just now."
"Well, this rule is new."
Dayan's expression was so serious that Zhuozhuo didn't even think of questioning him. She looked at the cat's head that was tossed all over the place and said softly and concernedly, "Tongtong, are you scared silly? Don't be silent."
[I see. ]
9972's voice was weak, realizing that even combined, it and Zhuozhuo were no match for Yan Bufan. To avoid getting killed if it really angered him, 9972 simply went into hibernation. It had expended a huge amount of energy trying to break through the barrier, and hibernation was urgently needed to reduce energy consumption.
As for the mission, 9972 wasn't worried at all. Just looking at Dayan's jealous, indiscriminate attacks, it was clear there wouldn't be any major problems. He might even actively seek it out for Zhuozhuo's sake. If that happened, it would definitely extort a large sum of energy!
The dormant 9972 failed to return to Zhuozhuo's mind, but they were bound together and could not be too far apart, so Dayan shrunk it, sealed it, and hung it on Zhuozhuo's golden rope.
Zhuozhuo's eyes widened, and he put his hands behind his back, unwilling to take it. "It will thunder!"
"It's okay," Dayan said to the child, "I put a barrier on the cat's head. Even if you hold it, there will be no thunder. Don't be afraid."
"Oh good, Fengfeng is so powerful."
Zhuozhuo looked at it for a long time, then said anxiously, "Fengfeng, there are no beads of this color—"
She meant for Dayan to find another silver-white bead, but Dayan took the string, removed the kitten's head from it, and after a moment's thought, placed it on Zhuozhuo's shoe. "It doesn't look good hanging it up, and it won't be seen here, and it won't be as ugly as our Zhuozhuo."
Zhuozhuo moved her feet and the cat's head appeared from under her skirt.
"Well, it's better to hide it, otherwise the baby will still be able to see a little when he walks."
Dayan's big, bony hands brushed across the kitten's head, and the shoe surface became as clean as before.
Zhuozhuo blinked, looked at the shoe and then at Dayan, then suddenly covered her mouth and whispered, "Fengfeng called me baby."
"...I can meow, but that cat head can't meow."
"Why?"
Because he has double standards.
Dayan said in an enigmatic way, "There's no reason. This is just how the world is. There are always some inexplicable rules and inexplicable people."
"What are these inexplicable rules and people?"
Dayan smiled, a hint of arrogance leaking out from his brows, "Anyone who is not welcome by me, who tries to hinder me, who tries to restrict me."
Zhuozhuo seemed to understand, but was about to ask again when a faint bell sound was heard. Suddenly, a sword cultivator in blue clothes appeared out of thin air above Dayan, with a cold face, and stabbed him with the sword in his hand that was shining with cold light.
Zhuozhuo was used to big scenes, and even though he was scared, he could still shout in a baby voice, "Fengfeng, run!"
Da Yan didn't run away. Instead, he moved slightly to avoid the sword tip. He raised his hand and accurately grasped the man's neck, throwing him to the ground. He said to Zhuo Zhuo in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid. It's not a powerful thing."
Zhuozhuo looked over and lost his composure. He said sharply, "Huahua!"
She rushed over and even Dayan didn't have time to stop her.
The visitor was startled, looking at the child who suddenly appeared beside Yan Bufan with a completely unfamiliar expression, and finally his eyes fell on the small string in her hand. On it was not only his own Donghuang Bell, but also Yan Bufan's carrier card.
The Donghuang Bell is just a shadow, and the carrier plate is the real and complete carrier plate.
The visitor fell silent, not bothering to find out why the Donghuang Bell was on Zhuozhuo's body. All he could think about was that someone could actually get Yan Bufan's things.
He once again carefully examined Zhuo Zhuo, trying to find evidence that she was the old monster's reincarnation. He would rather believe that someone had snatched his magic weapon from Yan Bufan than that Yan Bufan had given it to him.
Seeing that the person didn't respond, Zhuozhuo shouted again, "Hua Duoyou! Brother Hua! Are your eyes broken? Why do you keep looking at Zhuozhuo's face? Can't you see clearly?"
She wanted to stretch her little head forward to push forward, but the person who came subconsciously shrank back and raised his hands to make a posture that could attack or defend.
Visitor: “…”
He felt a little embarrassed under the gaze of those clear, childish eyes, but his posture did not change.
Dayan said lightly, "Zhuozhuo, he's not the person you know. He's the inexplicable person I mentioned. If you see him next time, stay away from him, or they'll capture you, deprive you of food, water, or sleep, and force you to hurt me."
The man glared at me and sneered, "If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. Venerable Jisheng, you devil! You, cough cough cough..."
"But, Zhuozhuo won't hurt Fengfeng, right?"
Zhuozhuo keenly sensed that Dayan was in a bad mood. She spoke in a baby voice, and when she saw the storm brewing in his eyes disappear, she looked at the newcomer in confusion, "Aren't you Hua Duoyou? Why do you look like Hua Duoyou?"
"...Is there a possibility that I am Hua Duoyou, and the person you know is me."
Although there is no relevant memory, the shadow of Donghuang Bell is irrefutable evidence.
"Huh? Then why don't you hug me? Why are you so mean to Fengfeng? My dad and Fengfeng look the same, and you like my dad very much. Fengfeng is my dad's dad, and you are so rude."
Zhuozhuo pointed at the person who came and said, "You don't wear your clothes properly, and you sleep on the ground. You are dirty and shameful."
“……?!”
There are so many flaws in this statement that I don’t know which one to point out.
Seeing that Zhuozhuo understood the relationship between him and the brat in this way, Dayan felt strangely happy and just agreed.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of youthful spirit on his dignified and solemn face. He spoke ill of others in front of them, "Zhuozhuo, he is not the Hua Duoyou you know. He is a bad guy here, with a bad temper and a murderous nature. Because I am more powerful, he always wants to kill me and take my place."
As Dayan spoke, he looked down at Zhuozhuo, his eyelashes drooping, making him look fragile and soft, as if he were the most innocent and kind person in the world. The visitor was so excited that he wanted to jump up and curse him, but when he saw his fingers move slightly, he could not make any sound.
The man was shocked and angry, and wanted to jump over to fight Yan Bufan, but found that he had bumped into the barrier and could only lie on it, helpless and furious, listening to Yan Bufan coaxing the child.
Zhuozhuo was so frightened that he hugged Dayan's legs, saying in shock and anger: "Why is this man so mean? He has embarrassed Huahua and wants to cut his face off."
Visitor: “…”
Dayan, "Wait a while before cutting. It will bleed too much if you cut it now."
Zhuozhuo was still confused. He pressed his face against Dayan's legs, staring at the newcomer with his dark eyes. He asked softly, "Then why does he look the same as Huahua?"
"Because the Hua Duoyou you saw was created by me and the world consciousness based on this person's body, soul, and past experiences. He can only survive in a secret realm."
"ah?"
Dayan was going to be honest, "Not only Hua Duoyou, but everyone you met before was not a real person. They were just illusions created by a powerful treasure."
Zhuozhuo still didn't quite understand and said aggrievedly, "Do people who like Zhuozhuo really like him?"
Dayan was silent. As expected of Zhuozhuo, he asked a good question.
If it were a normal large-scale illusion, the things inside it would certainly not be real. However, this illusion was created by him and the Heavenly Dao, using the spiritual energy and demonic energy of the world as a guide, and completely mimicking the structure of this world.
Tiandao wanted to kill him in the illusion, and he wanted to sacrifice blood to the world in the illusion in order to tear through the world barrier and go to a wider world.
Therefore, the creations in this illusion are not just illusory, but are connected to the original body. Even after the illusion disappears, the original body outside will receive the memories of the illusion.
But for those who practice Taoism, time is endless, and this short and vague memory in the illusion is unlikely to have any impact on them.
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