Acacia Sovereign of the Female Venerable World

Father?!

Wan Qianjiao looked at the light door in front of her in shock.

It was not an illusion, she had clearly heard her father's voice through that door just now.

Hurriedly approached....

"Jiaojiao, is that you?"

Yes! What a father!

That voice, that tone!

It's exactly the same person she remembers! However, Wan Qianjiao did not have the slightest joy of reunion at this moment.

He just turned his gaze to Chen Mo's side, and there was a hint of sadness on his face.

"What's going on?!"

She actually began to question Chen Mo.

It seems that she was indeed greatly affected, even if the surface kung fu was realistic, she did not enter the light door.

But the slightly trembling body and the angry tone revealed her unrestful state of mind.

Chen Mo couldn't help but replay in his mind the bloody and bumpy development experience of this President Wan.

My mother was the chairman of a small company, and my father was a popular idol.

The two met in college and eventually got married and had children.

Although boys marry early in this social background, it has a great impact on careers.

But Wanqianjiao's father still has no regrets.

And use all the income to help the company of thousands of mothers, and try to help it increase its popularity and sponsorship....

That's it....

Thousands of Jiaojiao's mother successfully married a rich second-generation young lady and abandoned her wretched wife.

Then Wanqianjiao's father fell ill because of this matter, announced his retirement, and raised Wanqiaojiao with hard work

.... In the end, her father died of illness and her mother left one after another, and Wan Qianjiao completed a series of revenge with her mother's heir, captured the group, and carried out a shocking counter-killing....

In this way, she has a deep affection for her father, and it is reasonable to be excited to hear the voice....

When Chen Mo thought of this, he said, "It's nothing, you heard right, inside that door is your father." "

...？！

Wan Qian was stunned for a moment.

She never dreamed of hearing such an answer.

Her father was long dead.

Or personally brought to the burial.

How can this kind of thing be confused.

This one in there is again....

Wan Qianjiao suddenly remembered the other party's ability to suspect that even the timeline could be modified!

Can he even rewrite this kind of thing?

"You, you put my father..."

asked in a trembling voice.

However, before she could ask, Chen Mo shook his head like a prophet.

"It's not."

Then he continued.

"I can't do such a thing as resurrecting your father, and no one in your world can."

All of a sudden, it cut off all the thoughts in her heart.

That kind of disbelief, shock, ecstasy!

And then to despair, sadness, silence...

Almost instantaneously.

Wan Qianjiao secretly calmed her emotions that were difficult to suppress.

What a beautiful boy, what love.

That's all wishful thinking.

The man in front of him is an out-and-out Hehuan Sect demon man!

Is a level with terrorists in the modern context, but more destructive guys.

How could I have illusions about him....

"In that case, what the hell is going on with the sound there, don't tell me it's just a recording."

Wan Qianjiao asked coldly.

"Of course not..."

Chen Mo said with an incomprehensible, rather troubled expression: "Didn't I tell you everything, the voice inside is your father." "

...

She really wanted to arrest the other party and humiliate them fiercely.

Finally know why those protagonists in novels and film and television works feel like facing this kind of monster.

"Why don't you say that no one can do such a thing as resurrecting others in reality?"

Wan Qianjiao asked with a stinking face: "Or is there a non-human thing behind the Journey Company that is helping?"

Who knows, as soon as this sentence was spoken, a creepy feeling came from all around.

Chen Mo's figure floated in for nowhere, and his face was a little solemn.

The fingers connected the dots, and a circle of strange words appeared around them, covering the room.

The strange feeling on Wanqiao's body disappeared....

Chen

Mo said softly: "You must know, there are gods who raise your head..." The

words and content were serious, and with a bit of warning.

For some reason, when it comes to the last two words, there is some frivolous disdain, and disapproval.

Of course, just because this guy doesn't think it takes it seriously doesn't mean he can ignore it.

Wan Qianjiao further understood how outrageous these unnatural things really are.

The supreme powerhouse in the novel, the female emperor of Anlan, at least has to call a real name to kill people and project power through the air.

I don't even know the real name of the other party, or even whether it exists.

Just to understand a rough idea, to say an approximate image, almost GG.

Really outrageous....

Fortunately, he seems to be of some use in the eyes of this demon man....

Wan Qianjiao nodded and signaled that she would not talk about related topics again.

Then, he couldn't wait to ask: "Let me ask you again, what is the situation inside that door?"

Chen Mo's expression this time was quite impatient, obviously he didn't explain it, but it seemed that Wanqian Jiao was too entangled.

"I said, how many times have you asked that it is also your father."

Wan Qianjiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and forced herself to respond with anger: "Then this my father... Father, it's that... Resurrected?

Chen

Mo nodded, and then said, "But this must be very different from the resurrection you imagined."

Discrepancies?

When Fang heard the word approaching, Wan Qianjiao was a little excited in her heart, and then she heard the next discrepancy.

Why does this man keep talking and panting!

But this time, without waiting for thousands of questions to ask, he said it himself.

"Do you think you know your father?"

"Huh?"

Wan Qian paused for a moment.

After too much surprise, she is now resistant to this kind of topic.

"I naturally know my father."

"So, do you think Zhengtu is a great game company?"

"Hmm

..." Wan Qianjiao paused again, and then replied: "Of course it's powerful, aside from you strange guys, Journey is also an epoch-making game..." Before

she could finish speaking, Chen Mo continued to rush Bai: "Then you know, they work on the principle."

"Connecting brain waves to that broken device, then imagining a virtual avatar of oneself, and with the help of the mind and the system, it can be reorganized and additionally changed into new combinations of substances."

"If you take your world as a reality, then this is the case..."

replied in a deliberate tone, "but what does this have to do with my father's resurrection?"

Chen Mo scratched his head, revealing the biggest puzzlement so far.

The face is full of children that cannot be taught, and the decaying wood cannot be carved....

"Since they can carry out a shaping and material transformation according to your consciousness."

"Naturally, based on your memory, you can create a father, whose voice, personality, demeanor, appearance, and even feelings for you are no different from those you remember."

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the light gate, and then his voice became more and more strange.

That is to say, as long as the problem of "receiving flesh" is solved, then the one on the other side is your father, and even if you bring your original father back from the dead, you cannot make a clear distinction between the two. "