"Xiao Ba, Xiao Jiu, don't you recognize me? I am your father." Li Xiaojun said with tears in his eyes.
Finally, he finally waited for his two daughters.
It’s not easy.
"How do you prove it?" Li Ziwei asked Li Xiaojun.
Although the man in front of him was good-looking and had a good voice, and could even call out their nicknames.
However, she was still not sure that the man in front of her was their father.
After all, their father had been dead for a hundred thousand years.
In their eyes, the man in front of them was just an ordinary person.
How could an ordinary person live for 100,000 years?
After hearing what Li Ziwei said, Li Ziyao also calmed down.
Although the man in front of them looked very similar to their father, what if he was a fake?
Hearing Li Ziwei's question, Li Xiaojun thought about it, and the next moment, he waved his hand and took out some things from the system space.
These things were some broken wooden toys, a broken slide, a wooden sculpture broken in two, a torn and dirty rag doll, and a set of books written in Chinese.
See what Li Xiaojun took out.
In an instant, the memories of one hundred thousand years ago once again attacked the sisters Li Ziwei and Li Ziyao.
Li Ziwei is very familiar with the slide, it was her toy when she was a child.
She still remembers that her father often pushed her and her sisters on the sled to play.
Later, the slide broke down, so their father made a new one for them, and the old one disappeared.
And dolls, they are also very familiar with them.
The reason why the rag doll was broken was because she and her fourth sister tore it apart when they were fighting over it.
Also, they are too familiar with those books, especially the words on the books.
In the entire world of immortal cultivation, only the sisters know how to write this kind of characters. No one else knows it at all.
In the past, if they wanted to pass on confidential information, they would use this kind of text.
Most people cannot understand this kind of text, only the sisters can understand it.
100,000 years ago, their father taught them to read and write at home with books like this...
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