Like a small radar, it activates instantly when she touches the issue that makes her most sensitive, and she becomes extremely vigilant.
"What do you ask my dad for? Do you... also admire my dad?"
She looked at her and asked in a soft tone.
The illusive and unformed figure was stunned for a moment and said, "What? Can't you...ask?"
"Of course not." The cute and delicate little doll puffed up her cheeks and said expressionlessly, "Although I kind of like you, it's not okay."
“Daddy is married. He belongs to my mother. No one can rob him. Absolutely not.”
Xiaoxiaotui's soft voice was cold and decisive, as if she had already determined this, and was guarding it resolutely, not allowing anyone to try to change it.
It looks like a little milk cat ready to vent its anger on people. It is very fierce and bites people naturally.
"..." The figure was quiet for a few seconds, then opened his mouth and said softly, "What if I said, I am your mother?"
She leaned forward slightly, stretched out her hand, and wanted to touch her gently, but unexpectedly, the weird little man in front of her snorted without changing her face.
Turning his little face, he looked like he was not surprised.
"Let me do the math...you are exactly the thousandth person to pretend to be my mother...and the only one who didn't show his face. I don't believe it."
The previous nine hundred and ninety-nine, although their acting skills were average, at least they all showed their faces.
She transformed into the girl in her father's painting, crying in front of her with tears in her eyes, hugging her, claiming to be her mother, and asking her to help take her to her father's place, and then tried to do something shady.
It was also that time when her father heard her calling another woman her mother, his face became extremely terrifying, his face was cold, and he became angry with her like never before.
The bamboo board hit her young hands ten times, hard, regardless of her cries. That was the only time her father hit her, and the only time he lost control of his anger in front of her.
Even though her father never hit her again after that time, she was still so scared that even now, no matter who claims to be her mother in front of her, she doesn’t believe it and is extremely vigilant.
She said: "Don't say your name is Yun Si. I don't believe such a clumsy little trick. If you say you are my mother, do you have any evidence?"
“…” The illusory figure in front of him became quiet and said: “…I can’t transform yet, it will take some time…”
Her spiritual power is too weak to support her transformation for the time being. She can only do it bit by bit on her own, practicing slowly and not in a hurry.
But because the person I care about is afraid that he will have a bad life, I can't help but be a little anxious.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As for the evidence..."
After thinking for a while, she gently stretched out her hand, a hazy and fuzzy phantom, gently trying to hold her.
Can't be touched, but people can clearly feel the warmth of her palms.
The faint fragrance filled the air, and she carefully held her hand. The pure demon red was like strands of vines, wrapping around her little hand.
Spiritual powers are intertwined and blended easily - they have the same origin and the same origin, and the bond of blood is the most magical existence in the world.
Just by holding each other tightly, you can feel the hot resonance of the blood in your body.
At that moment, Yun Jinnian’s heart began to tremble violently.
(End of this chapter)