After receiving Wen Qing's praise, little Ji Yu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. His cheeks flushed slightly. He lowered his head shyly and hummed.
Wen Qing looked at his shy appearance and thought of Ji Yu and Ji Sheng, both of whom had completely opposite personalities to little Ji Yu.
Ji Yu hates humans and wants to play with them.
Little Ji Yu is very well behaved and will be happy for a long time if he is praised.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, remembering what the housekeeper said, that the three young masters were created by the master.
The strange level of depression...
Doesn't the one who created them have to be at least god-level?
Wen Qing only knows three gods, Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu.
It is understandable that the three of them want to be each other's father, but they would never go so far as to have a son who looks exactly like themselves or has the same name as themselves.
In the maze, Ji Yu’s son is called Ji Sheng.
Wen Qing thought for a long time, but could not find any clues about the other owner of the castle.
He asked little Jiyu softly: "Little Jiyu, who do you think your father looks like?"
"Sikong, Yu Xing, or you?"
Little Ji Yu raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and said softly, "They don't look like him at all."
“Why does my father look like us?”
Wen Qing paused and said slowly: "Because he is your father."
Little Ji Yu tilted his head and looked at him in confusion: "Does father look like us?"
"But Mother doesn't look like us either."
Wen Qing was silent. This made a lot of sense.
He couldn't refute it.
If neither of them look like...
The father is not any of Sikong, Ji Yu, and Yu Xing, but he was able to create three young masters of extraordinary level.
Could it be another god?
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked Xiao Jiyu curiously: "Is there a portrait of my father?"
Hearing this, little Ji Yu chuckled as if he had heard a joke: "How could there be a portrait of my father?"
Wen Qing was puzzled: "Why not?"
Little Ji Yu curved his lips and said seriously, "I can't draw it."
Wen Qing was even more confused: "Why can't I draw it?"
Little Ji Yu was stunned by his question. He stared at him blankly for a while and said slowly: "Because he is my father, I can't draw it..."
Seeing that Wen Qing didn't understand what he was saying, little Ji Yu pursed his lips, lowered his head and said: "I don't know how to say it, I, I'm stupid..."
Wen gently rubbed his head and said softly: "It's okay, when Xiao Jiyu knows what to say later, tell me, okay?"
Little Jiyu nodded and responded vigorously: "Yeah!"
"I will definitely think of telling my mother."
The three-headed dog squatted aside, staring at Wen Qing closely, and slowly moved forward, then forward again.
After a while, it moved from the wall to the table.
"clatter--"
Wen Qing lowered his head and saw a tennis ball rolling to his feet. The three-headed dog was squatting behind the chair, with three pairs of eyes looking at him eagerly.
Little Jiyu smiled and said to him, "Chichi wants to play with you."
Wen Qing picked up the tennis ball and threw it to the other end of the room.
"Woof!" The three-headed dog growled and rushed towards the tennis ball happily. The moment the tennis ball bounced into the air, it suddenly jumped up and bit it.
Its middle head held the ball in its mouth, and it ran to Wen Qing, shaking its head. It opened its mouth and handed the ball to Wen Qing again.
Wen Qing looked at the three-headed dog that looked like an ordinary puppy, and the tension in his heart disappeared. He asked Xiao Jiyu curiously: "What do you usually eat?"
Little Ji Yu thought for a moment and said, "I'll eat anything, but not roses."
Eat everything?
Wen Qing's first reaction was to think of the three-headed dog that ate people in the Guide dungeon. Then this one...
He asked hesitantly, "If you eat everything... do you eat people?"
"People?" Little Ji Yu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Qing, "Of course not, how can I eat people if I want to eat."
Wen Qing responded and said vaguely: "I'll just ask."
Little Ji Yu stared at him for a while, then suddenly frowned and asked in disbelief, "In my mother's world, do dogs eat people?"
Wen Qing was stunned: "What world?"
Little Jiyu repeated: "In my mother's world."
Thinking that there was something ambiguous in what he said, he added: "That's where my mother used to stay."
Wen Qing's expression changed slightly, and she looked at him straight: "You know me and my world?"
Little Jiyu nodded and sniffed the air: "You are my mother."
"Of course I do."
Wen Qing looked at him blankly. Xiao Jiyu knew that Yu Xing and Sikong might also know it.
They know they are not from this world, but still call themselves mother.
Do the players who came in before also know where they came from?
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. They knew those were players, so players were killed frequently.
Do they know that the player’s advanced mission is to take them away?
Just as he was thinking, his sleeve was pulled. Little Ji Yu looked at him and whispered, "Mother hasn't answered my question yet."
"In my mother's world, do dogs eat people?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "No."
After that, he added: "Bad dogs want to eat people."
"Good dogs don't eat it."
Little Ji Yu nodded in confusion, put the ball in Wen Qing's palm, and signaled Wen Qing to continue throwing the ball: "Chi Chi is a good dog."
After he finished speaking, ChiChi barked twice, as if agreeing with what he said.
Wen Qing threw the ball and continued to ask Xiao Jiyu: "Have you seen me before, Xiao Jiyu?"
"Before I became your mother."
Little Jiyu shook his head: "No."
"Has Mother ever seen me before?"
Wen Qing shook his head and stared into little Ji Yu's clear eyes.
I don’t recognize myself, and I have no other memories…
He hesitated for a while, then asked, "Then how did little Ji Yu know that I am your mother?"
Little Jiyu blinked, came close to him, and sniffed carefully: "It's the smell of my mother."
Wen Qing raised his hand and sniffed his sleeve, only to smell the incense in Yu Xing's room.
He couldn't help but ask: "What does mother taste like?"
This question touched upon little Ji Yu's blind spot in knowledge. He looked at Wen Qing blankly: "It's, it's the smell of my mother..."
Wen Qing responded without asking any further questions.
While playing ball with the three-headed dog, he thought about the clues he had collected so far.
Xiao Jiyu has no memories outside of this copy.
Yu Xing just kept talking about Sikong and his father, and didn't say anything else.
Sikong is deceiving himself.
Wen Qing pursed her lips. Sikong felt a little strange from the beginning.
So I've been deceiving myself since the moment we met.
When he saw Sikong, he was very happy and called out Sikong's name.
Wen Qing felt a chill under her feet. Sikong was acting on purpose.
There is also the fear of Sikong by Asha and other maids, and Asha's vague words, pushing the blame to Yu Xing...
Wen Qing's heart sank. The moody young master that Bai Tong was talking about was Sikong, the eldest young master.
This Sikong is not the same Sikong that he knows.
But there is a certain connection.
The auras of them are very similar.
Is it a clone? Or a secondary one?
…
Wen Qing thought about it for a long time, and also played the ball throwing game with the three-headed dog for a long time.
Later in the game, the three-headed dog lay panting beside his legs, groaning and showing his belly, no longer biting the ball.
Little Ji Yu squatted on the ground and rubbed the three-headed dog's belly.
Wen Qing looked at them and no longer pondered the connection between these three sons and the three he knew.
There are no clues and it has nothing to do with the mission.
His advanced task is to lead the three young masters out of the castle.
Wen Qing exhaled, looked at the chubby face of little Ji Yu, and asked, "Besides playing with food, what else does little Ji Yu usually do?"
Little Ji Yu thought for a moment, counted on his fingers and said, "Sleep and read."
"Well, no more."
Wen Qing asked again: "Will that be boring?"
Little Ji Yu looked at him puzzledly: "What do you mean by boring?"
Wen Qing hummed, organized his words, and explained simply: "I just feel boring. I may suddenly not want to eat and play, sleep, or read. I don't know what to do."
Little Ji Yu opened his eyes wide and nodded: "Yes, yes."
Seeing this, Wen Qing slowed down his tone and asked slowly: "Has Xiao Jiyu ever thought about doing something else?"
Little Ji Yu looked at him curiously, his cheeks slightly flushed: "What's the matter?"
"If my mother wants it, I want it too."
Wen Qing said softly, "For example, let's go somewhere else?"
He looked at Xiao Jiyu's expression and asked tentatively, "Xiao Jiyu, do you know any fun places outside the castle?"
As soon as these four words came out outside the castle, little Ji Yu's face changed drastically, and the curious and excited expression on his face suddenly disappeared.
His face was pale and he stared at Wen Qing in a daze, as if Wen Qing had said something terrible.
Wen Qing was also stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "I was just talking casually."
Little Ji Yu pursed his lips, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly burst into tears: "I won't go out!"
"I won't go out, wuwuwu. Mother, mother won't go out either..."
He suddenly burst into tears. The three dogs were stunned and lay on the ground obediently, not daring to make a sound.
Wen Qing quickly said, "Okay, okay, I won't go out."
"I'm just saying it casually."
Little Ji Yu was crying and choking, unable to speak, and his body was shaking from crying.
Wen Qing quickly wiped his face and tried to comfort him, and there was no way to ask him why he was afraid of Lilai Castle.
After coaxing for an unknown amount of time, little Ji Yu's crying gradually subsided.
His eyes were swollen from crying, and he was still sobbing, "No, I won't go out..."
Wen Qing held him on her lap, patted his back gently, and coaxed him in a low voice.
Little Ji Yu hugged Wen Qing and buried his face in his arms.
After a long while, the crying stopped and she was no longer unable to speak.
Wen Qing looked down and saw that little Ji Yu had his eyes closed. He was obviously tired from crying and fell asleep in his arms.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, carried him to the bed and covered him with a blanket.
Seeing that little Ji Yu had fallen into a deep sleep, he turned and left.
…
Wen Qing returned to the bedroom with a confused mind.
The housekeeper stood quietly by the wall, and as soon as Wen Qing entered the room, he said, "Madam, the snacks are ready."
Wen Qing responded and walked to the tea table and sat down.
He wasn't hungry, but he was a little thirsty.
I drank two cups of milk tea in one go, but my thirst was still not quenched.
Wen Qing poured a glass of water and saw something strange in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.
He was pouring water, and the person in the mirror didn't move at all.
Did he see it wrong?
Wen Qing paused, put down the teacup and teapot, and tilted his head to look over.
The person in the mirror also turned his head and looked over at an angle.
He sat on the chair, his long legs casually crossed, his toes tapping the ground, looking at himself with a half-smile.
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