In the residence of the orc shaman Damon, the curtain of the animal skin tent was lowered, and the light inside was a little dim, but it soon became brighter.
The pale blue light gradually illuminated Damon's old, tired, yet expectant face.
The scattered light gradually gathered together, and a three-dimensional projection slowly took shape.
He was a young orc with a resolute face and bright eyes. His upper body was bare, and only his lower body was covered with an animal skin skirt.
He was tall and mighty, carrying a dead tiger on his shoulder. He was agile and his eyes were shining with joy.
The entire projection was so lifelike that Damon had the illusion for a moment that his child was really alive.
He couldn't help but take two steps towards the projection, wanting to reach out and touch his son.
"Grandpa Damon!" The little guy who had been watching from the side couldn't help but stop him.
However, he was a little too slow after all, and Damon's hand passed through the body of the orc in the projection and touched nothing.
He was stunned, and slowly withdrew his hand, restraining his body.
"It's so real! Every movement and every expression is exactly the same as my son." Damon couldn't help but murmur.
"Father! I'm back!" The orc in the projection suddenly bared his large white teeth and took two long strides forward. His voice carried a hint of long-lost intimacy and respect: "We're having tiger meat today. We can have a good meal!"
Damon's eyes suddenly widened, and his hands trembled as he tried to reach out to the image. Tears welled up in his eyes but refused to fall.
He wiped his eyes roughly and forced himself to smile.
"Great! Let's eat tiger meat! My son is amazing!" After agreeing, he still couldn't help but say, "Son, you're finally back. Are you doing well out there?"
Damon's voice was hoarse and trembling, and anyone could hear the self-blame and pain in it.
"Good! I'm doing great! I hunt everywhere with my friends and go on adventures to places I've never been to. I live a carefree life." The orc in the projection put down the tiger and stretched out a hand to lightly place it on Damon's shoulder. "Father, you don't know, the world outside is so wonderful. It's a pity that you didn't see it."
"It's okay, it's okay. You looked at it for me, so I don't have to." Damon smiled through his tears and replied in a trembling voice.
"Haha, I knew you would say that, Father. I will definitely take a good look at the outside world for you."
"Today, I just happened to be passing through the territory and brought you a big prey. My friends are waiting for me. I'm leaving soon, so you must take good care of yourself!"
After saying this, before Damon, whose expression suddenly changed, could say anything else, the orc in the projection sighed softly: "You've been thinking about me all the time, which makes me very worried, but I'm doing well where you can't see me. Please don't worry about me anymore."
The next second, Bai Jiu quietly changed the shape of the projection, turning into a lifelike white wolf, quietly looking at Damon. The white wolf had snow-white fur and a strong body. It was originally a proud and independent beast, but at this moment its eyes were full of tenderness.
Damon closed his eyes and choked up, saying, "I know, kid, don't worry. I, the old man, have someone to take care of me and I'm doing well. Don't worry. Let's go, let's go quickly."
As he said this, he turned around and wanted to escape something, but perhaps he suddenly remembered that this was really the last time, so he forced himself to turn back halfway.
The white wolf in the projection turned into an orc again, took a step forward, opened his arms, and gently hugged Damon.
That warmth seemed to transcend time and space in an instant, allowing Damon to truly feel the love and companionship his son once had.
After a simple hug, the projection gradually faded, turning into spots of light, and finally dissipated in front of Damon.
He stared at the place where the projection disappeared in a trance, with a glittering light in his eyes and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
He knew clearly that this was not the real return of his son, but undoubtedly, this dream-like reunion gave him endless comfort, as if he saw his son living happily in another world.
For the rest of his life, he can face everything with a smile.
Damon took a deep breath. The pain and self-blame he felt about his son were released at this moment, and the knot in his heart was quietly untied at this moment.
His eyes became firm and bright again, and his strength gradually recovered. He picked up Lingling, who had been nestled at his feet, looked at the little guy's cute furry face, and smiled.
"Lingling, thank you, really, thank you very much for everything you have done."
Lingling looked at Damon who had recovered his spirits and started laughing too, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart.
This is Uncle Bai's credit~
"Uncle Bai, I want to thank you on behalf of Grandpa Damon. The idea and the projection were all done by you, Uncle Bai. Uncle Bai is the best." The little guy flattered him, his voice full of happiness.
Bai Jiu, who was battling the system warning, took the time to check Lingling's condition and was in a good mood. "It's okay, Lingling, you have contributed. If it weren't for you providing the image of Damon's child, your uncle wouldn't be able to do it either. So Lingling, you can accept this gratitude openly."
After a pause, Bai Jiu pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Lingling, uncle has something to do and needs to leave for a few days. I will be back as soon as possible. Don't be afraid if you can't find uncle."
Lingling, who was originally immersed in joy, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her. She hurriedly asked, "Uncle, did Lingling help Grandpa Damon get you punished?"
Little Dumpling knew a little about the system's rules. Uncle Bai had once said that displaying the system's functions openly to outsiders was forbidden. She had thought that since Uncle Bai had lied to Grandpa Damon about it being magic, he would get away with it. But she hadn't expected that?!
Bai Jiu didn't expect Lingling to react so quickly, so he had to make up another excuse: "No, uncle really has something to deal with. He will be back soon."
Lingling tilted her head, a little doubtful, and asked again and again, but Bai Jiu insisted that it was not a punishment, so the little girl had to believe it half-heartedly.
"Okay, then, uncle, please come back soon. Lingling will miss you so much. She won't be able to eat the delicious food if you're not around."
Seeing that Lingling had finally been taken care of, Bai Jiu felt a little relieved. Although he didn't quite believe the last part of the little girl's words, he still hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay! Uncle will definitely come back soon."
Lingling finally gave up and reluctantly said goodbye to Baijiu. She rubbed Damon again, shook her little head, and said to Damon tiredly: "Grandpa, Lingling seems a little sleepy. Lingling, take a nap and get up soon."
Damon originally wanted to take Lingling to find her uncles, but Lingling fell asleep as soon as she turned around. Looking at his tent, he had to sit down first. He took a small blanket and put it on Lingling, who fell asleep as soon as he finished talking.
Then he stared at the door curtain quietly, patted Lingling's little body, and accompanied Lingling to sleep.
"You've worked hard, take a good rest. Now it's grandpa's turn to look after you."
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