In some special circumstances, some words always sound extremely sad. Even people who are as strong as him will inevitably end up like this. I don’t know if it is because he has pretended to die or because of him, I cannot accept the news of his death from the bottom of my heart. I always feel that he is still alive. Even Tiannu himself said that he is much stronger than her. How could he die?

The price of this battle is too heavy. If I had expected it to be correct, the list of Tiandi Pavilion should have been updated again, right?

Time is passing by bit by bit, and my originally calm heart has also become anxious as time goes by.

Since then, I didn't believe in his death and began to expect that he really went to visit Uncle Guo Zi's house. It was not until Xiao Yi'er's crying came outside the door that pulled me out of this anxiety that I subconsciously raised my head to prevent the things inside from flowing out, and the man would not shed tears easily.

Does even I think he is dead?

Xiao Chener may have not slept for the whole night last night and had not woken up. The monster just leaned against the door and looked out the window. The snow outside had stopped, and it was covered in white.

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Just when my heart was about to be defeated by this tranquility, my mother's complaining voice came from outside the door: Dear old man, I still know how to come back!

My brain buzzed, what?

The next moment, a silly laughter came, making my tears flow out unstoppable.

The voice smiled and said: I drank too much when I visited my family last night, and I was afraid that I would go to the old house to sleep with my children.

I couldn't help but stand up from the chair and wanted to rush out. The demon looked at me with some pity and sighed softly: Don't talk nonsense after going out.

I looked at her in confusion, and she lowered her head and made way for me to open the door.

When he opened the door, he was squatting on the ground and hugging Xiao Yi'er and teasing him, smiling as if nothing had happened.

He is still alive, he is still alive.

My throat opened my mouth a little stiffly, and I trembled and called out to Dad.

He subconsciously turned his head and stared at me meaningfully for a while, then smiled and said: Have you had breakfast?

My mother looked at me angrily and said: Didn’t you say you made breakfast?

I came to my senses and remembered that I seemed to have said this before, so I nodded repeatedly and said: I'll go now, go now.

After saying that, he hurried toward the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he followed him in.

I turned my head in surprise and looked at him and said: Didn’t you say that?

He smiled at me and said: What are you saying?

I shook my head gently and said happily: It's nothing, I just feel that I don't know what to say now.

He nodded at me and said: That's good.

After saying that, he walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the hall.

Looking at his departure back, I scratched my head in confusion. What did that woman mean by what she said before?

I made some sweet potatoes for breakfast, and the monster and Xiaochener ate several bowls, but he didn't eat a bite and just sat at the table and looked at us.

My mother hugged Xiao Yi'er and said to us angrily: Don't worry about him, I urinated too much last night.

He was not angry when he heard this, and just smiled silly.

After breakfast, he said he wanted to go to the old house to sleep for a while. My mother probably felt sorry for him, so she didn't say anything.

Xiao Chen'er lay beside him staring at Xiao Yi'er in the small bamboo chair and didn't know what she was thinking.

The monster gave me a look and followed him to the old house knowingly.

He followed me until the room in the old house before he spoke to me: Don’t come back if you have nothing to do in the future. You have to learn paper arts well, and the people of the Wang family must still keep their own skills.

I looked at him with a deep voice, and after a while, I said: They said you are dead before.

He raised his head and looked at me with some complexity, and sighed and said: Don’t be sad, the so-called life is not the true life, so the so-called death is not the true death, what do you think?

While speaking, he slowly stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to the few paper men placed in the corner of the wall, and turned into a paper man at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I immediately understood what the demon said at that time. It turned out that she had known it for a long time. She was afraid that I would recognize it and said I would miss it, so she told me that.

Looking at the five paper people leaning against the wall in front of me, I once again felt the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

The paper man on the far left shook, turned into his appearance and walked towards me, sat back on the edge of the bed in front of me, and looked at me and said: After practicing the paper art to the Great Perfection, you can do it.

I took a deep breath, shook my head gently and said: Are you the clone he created?

He sighed softly and said: Not really, I am just a paper man he made. Although it looks very similar, strictly speaking, I am not him.

I seemed to have expected this result, and I understood a lot of things. It was not him who was unwilling to have sex with my mother when he was at home. It seems that he often uses this method to escape.

Otherwise, I can't figure out why he has never left us in my memory, so why can he achieve such great success?

I threw out my thoughts, he looked at me for a while, and said nothing, so I thought he had acquiesced.

I asked him why he had asked me to bring the people around me into the small world before?

However, he just smiled at me and did not answer me.

A faint voice from the demon came from outside the door: Your question was beyond the scope of his answer, and it was useless.

I frowned, turned my head and looked at her and said: Why are you here for?

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me and said: This special space will gradually collapse with your father's death. Although these paper men are similar to him, they are not really him. Naturally, they cannot comprehend your mother and your son.

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