Received Wen Qing's praise, Xiao Jiyu couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth, his cheeks were slightly flushed, he lowered his head shyly, and hummed.
Looking at his shy appearance, Wen Qing thought of Ji Yu and Ji Sheng, both of whom had completely opposite personalities to Xiao Ji Yu.
Ji Yu hates humans and wants to play with humans.
Xiao Jiyu is obedient and clever, and can be happy for a long time after being praised.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, remembering what the butler said, the three young masters were created by the master.
Strange-level torture...
Does creating them have to be at least god-level
There are only three gods that Wen Qing knows, Sikong, Yuxing and Jiyu.
It is understandable that the three of them want to be each other's father, but they will not have a son who is exactly like themselves or has the same name as themselves.
In Mizong, Ji Yu's sons are all called Ji Sheng.
Wen Qing thought for a long time, but there was no clue about the other owner of the castle.
He asked Xiao Jiyu softly: "Xiao Jiyu, who do you think your father looks like?"
"Sikong, Yuxing, or you?"
Xiao Jiyu raised his head, his cheeks were flushed, and he said softly, "It doesn't look like that at all."
"Why does father look like us?"
Wen paused and said slowly, "Because he is your father."
Xiao Jiyu 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, which made sense.
He couldn't argue with that.
If it doesn't look like...
The father is not any one of Sikong, Ji Yu, and Yu Xing, but he can create three young masters of the strange level.
Could it be another god
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked Xiao Ji Yu curiously: "Is there a portrait of your father?"
Hearing this, Xiao Jiyu giggled, as if he heard some joke: "How could there be a portrait of my father?"
Wen Qing was puzzled: "Why not."
Xiao Jiyu bent his mouth and said seriously: "I can't draw it."
Wen Qing didn't understand even more: "Why can't you draw it?"
Little Ji Yu was dumbfounded by his question, stared blankly at him for a while, and said slowly: "Because he is the father, so I can't draw it..."
Seeing that Wen Qing didn't understand what he was talking about, Xiao Jiyu pursed his lips, lowered his head and said, "I don't know what to say, I, I'm stupid..."
Wen rubbed his head lightly, and said softly: "It's okay, tell me later when Xiao Jiyu knows what to say, okay?"
Xiao Jiyu nodded, and responded forcefully: "Yes!"
"I will definitely come out and tell my mother."
The three-headed dog squatted aside, stared at Wen Qing closely, moved forward slowly, and moved forward again.
After a while, it moved from the wall to the table.
"clatter-"
Wen gently lowered his head, only to see a tennis ball rolling to his feet, and the three-headed dog squatting behind the chair, with three pairs of eyes staring at him eagerly.
Xiao Jiyu smiled and said to him, "Qichi wants to play with you."
Wen Qing picked up the tennis ball and threw it across the room.
"Wow!" The three-headed dog roared, and rushed towards the tennis ball in a joyous manner. The moment the tennis ball bounced into the air, it jumped up and bit it.
It bit the ball with its head in the middle, ran to Wen Qing's side shaking its head, opened its mouth, and handed the ball to Wen Qing again.
Wen Qing looked at the three-headed dog that was no different from ordinary puppies, and the tension in his heart disappeared. He asked Xiao Ji Yu curiously: "What do you usually eat?"
Xiao Ji Yu thought for a while: "I can eat anything, but I don't eat roses."
eat everything
Wen Qing's first reaction was that the three-headed dog ate people in the guide dungeon, so this one...
He hesitated and asked: "If you can eat everything... cannibalism?"
"Human?" Xiao Jiyu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Qing, "Of course I don't eat, how can I eat people when I eat?"
Wen responded softly, and said vaguely, "I'll just ask."
Xiao Jiyu stared at him for a while, his small face suddenly wrinkled, and asked unacceptably: "In mother's world, do dogs eat people?"
Wen Qing was taken aback: "What world?"
Xiao Jiyu repeated: "In mother's world."
Thinking that what he said was ambiguous, he said, "That's where my mother used to stay."
Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and she looked straight at him: "You know me, my world?"
Xiao Jiyu nodded, sniffing the breath in the air: "You are mother."
"Of course I know."
Wen Qing stared at him blankly, Xiao Jiyu knew, Yu Xing and Sikong might also know.
They know that they are not from this world, but they still call themselves mothers.
Did the players who came in before know where they came from
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. They knew that those were players, so players were frequently killed.
Do they know that the player's advanced mission is to take them away
Just as he was thinking, his sleeve was pulled, Xiao Ji Yu looked at him and whispered, "Mom hasn't answered my question yet."
"In mother's world, do dogs eat people?"
Wen shook his head lightly: "Don't eat."
After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Bad dogs want to eat people."
"A good dog won't eat it."
Xiao Jiyu nodded ignorantly, put the ball in Wen Qing's palm, and signaled Wen Qing to continue throwing the ball: "Chichi is a good dog."
After the words fell, there were two barking and barking sounds, as if echoing his words.
Wen Qing threw the ball and continued to ask Xiao Jiyu: "Has Xiao Jiyu seen me before?"
"Before I became your mother."
Xiao Jiyu shook his head: "No."
"Has mother ever seen me before?"
Wen shook his head lightly, staring into Xiao Jiyu's clear eyes.
Don't know yourself, have no other memory...
He hesitated for a while, then asked again: "Then how did little Ji Yu know that I am your mother?"
Xiao Jiyu blinked, leaned in front of him, and smelled it seriously: "It's the smell of mother."
Wen gently raised his hand, sniffed his sleeves, and could only smell the incense in the torture room.
He couldn't help asking: "What's the smell of mother?"
This question again involved Xiao Jiyu's blind spot in knowledge, he looked at Wen Qing blankly: "It's, it's the smell of mother..."
Wen responded lightly, without further questioning.
While playing with the three-headed dog, think about the clues collected so far.
Xiao Jiyu has no memory other than this dungeon.
Yu Xing also kept talking about Sikong and his father, nothing else.
Sikong was lying to himself.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, Sikong was a little strange from the beginning.
So I lied to myself from the moment we met.
He was very happy to see Sikong at that time, and even called Sikong's name.
There was a coolness on the soles of Wen Qing's feet, Sikong acted on purpose.
There is also the fear of Asha and other maids towards Sikong, Asha's ambiguity, pushing the blame to Yu Xing...
Wen Qing's heart sank, the young master Bai Tong said was Sikong, the eldest young master.
This Sikong is not the same person as the Sikong he knows.
But there is a certain connection.
The breath on them is very close.
Is it a clone? Or trumpet
…
Wen Qing thought for a long time, and also played the game of throwing the ball with the three-headed dog for a long time.
At the end of the game, the three-headed dog lay beside his legs panting, and Heng grunted and showed his belly, and stopped biting the ball.
Xiao Jiyu squatted on the ground and rubbed the three-headed dog's belly.
Wen Qing looked at them, not thinking about the connection between these three sons and the three he knew.
No clues, and nothing to do with the quest.
His advanced task is to take the three young masters out of the castle.
Wen Qing exhaled, looked at Xiao Jiyu's chubby face, and asked, "What else does Xiao Jiyu do besides eating and playing?"
Xiao Jiyu thought for a while, then said, "Sleep and read."
"Well, not anymore."
Wen Qing asked again: "Will that be boring?"
Xiao Jiyu looked at him suspiciously: "What is boredom?"
Wen hummed lightly, organized his words, and explained simply: "I just find it boring, and I may suddenly not want to eat, eat, play, sleep or read, and don't know what I should do."
Xiao Jiyu opened his eyes wide and nodded, "Yes, yes."
Seeing this, Wen Qing slowed down his tone and asked slowly: "Has Xiao Ji Yu ever thought about doing something else?"
Xiao Jiyu looked at him curiously, his cheeks flushed slightly: "What is it?"
"If mother thinks, I think too."
Wen said softly, "For example, go to other places to see?"
He looked at Xiao Jiyu's expression, and asked tentatively, "Does Xiao Jiyu know any interesting places outside the castle?"
As soon as the words outside the castle came out, Xiao Jiyu's face changed drastically, and the curious and excited expression on his face suddenly disappeared.
With a pale face, he stared blankly at Wen Qing, as if Wen Qing had said something terrible.
Wen Qing was also stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "I was just talking casually."
Xiao Jiyu pursed his mouth, his eyes turned red, and suddenly wept loudly: "Don't go out!"
"If you don't go out woo woo woo, mother, mother won't go out either..."
He suddenly burst into tears, and the three-headed dog was dumbfounded, lying obediently on the ground, not daring to speak.
Wen Qing quickly said: "Okay, okay, don't go out, don't go out."
"I'll just say whatever I want."
While crying, Xiao Jiyu choked up and couldn't speak, crying until his body twitched a little.
Wen Qing hurriedly wiped her face and coaxed him, unable to ask him why he was afraid of coming to the castle.
After coaxing for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Ji Yu's crying gradually subsided.
His eyes were swollen from crying, and he was still sobbing and said: "No, I won't go out..."
Wen gently hugged him on his lap, patted his back softly, and coaxed him in a low voice.
Xiao Jiyu hugged Wen Qing and buried her face in his arms.
After a while, the crying stopped, and there was no further utterance.
Wen Qing looked down and saw that Xiao Jiyu had his eyes closed, 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 the quilt.
Seeing Xiao Jiyu fell into a deep sleep, he turned and left.
…
Wen Qing went back to the bedroom with a messy mind.
The housekeeper stood quietly by the wall, and the first time Wen Qing entered the door, he said, "Ma'am, the dessert is ready."
Wen Qing responded, walked to the tea table and sat down.
He is not hungry, but a little thirsty.
I drank two cups of milk tea in one go, but still didn't quench my thirst.
Wen lightly poured a glass of water, and it was strange to see the mirror from the corner of his eye.
He was pouring water, but his reflection in the mirror did not move.
Did he read wrong
Wen Qing paused, put down the teacup and teapot, and looked over.
The person in the mirror also turned his head and looked over obliquely.
He was sitting on a chair, his slender legs crossed carelessly, his toes lightly touching the ground, and he looked at himself with a half-smile.