My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Thinking about it now, I can't say I regret it. After all, she was already too dangerous at that time. Five hundred years ago, I was far stronger than I am today on this kind of issue. It is difficult to accept that kind of risk."

"It's just that I occasionally think about it later..."

The red-haired man closed his eyes and shook his head. "If I had listened to her carefully and given her a chance..."

"There will be a better ending...maybe."

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"Ah... don't mention this matter anymore." Gong Ming suddenly recovered from his memories.The corner of the mouth curled up into a smile that covered everything. "Come, come, have breakfast, have breakfast."

"Oh oh oh." Sirin tactfully did not continue to ask this question.Instead, he lowered his head and continued to eat the soup dumplings on the plate with a guilty conscience.

She is quite proficient in using chopsticks at this moment. Herrscher is the darling of the gods and is born with a strong learning ability.Honkai paved the way for them to destroy the world with all their strength, but it also took away the fun of learning while they were ignorant.

Looking at Sirin at this moment, Gong Ming couldn't help thinking of how he was when he first taught Cecilia how to use chopsticks. That clumsy little girl was now a mother.I don't know if she will teach her daughter to use chopsticks in the future.He taught his daughter to use chopsticks, and his daughter taught his daughter's daughter to use chopsticks. It's quite an interesting thing to think about.

But there is no need to really say it, after all, the mother and daughter may not use such skills in their entire lives.At the beginning, he taught Cecilia to use chopsticks because of a special complex of Chinese people. Cecilia, who had never set foot on this land in her life, probably would not have such a complex.

Thinking about it this way, his life is really a failure.Obviously, she already had three children, but none of them were brought back to Shenzhou.They have never worshiped their ancestors or even inherited their surnames. If the ancestors of the Gong family knew about it, they might jump out angrily and point at Gong Ming's nose and curse the street.

"Are you thinking about something?" Seeing that Gong Ming's expression changed slightly, Xilin couldn't help asking cautiously.

The topic mentioned before was undoubtedly stepped on a minefield, so that even Sirin was a little cautious when she spoke.It's just that what this girl didn't realize was that her attitude had changed subtly after what happened last night.He has already begun to know how to care about other people's feelings. Although he is still very ignorant, there is no doubt that there is a difference from when Gong Ming first met her.

"Ah, it's nothing." Gong Ming came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

Of course he wouldn't tell Sirin that he was thinking about his daughter, although in a sense, Sirin in front of him was the culprit that caused him to be unable to return home.But one of the key points of Stockholm Syndrome is to make the coerced feel the high attention from the coercion. He is doing his best to create an atmosphere for Sirin where only you and me are passers-by in the world. Of course not. In this kind of thing, telling her that she has a daughter is such a spoiled word.

But speaking of it, a person like him who has always been homeless can actually say something like "I can't go home if I have a home".But isn't the so-called home a place where there are people you care about?When did you start making the place with Cecilia your home...

Oh, and that little carrot head.

"Come with me to a place on the outskirts of the city after dinner today." Gong Ming continued. "Because I felt ashamed to go back, I didn't go to Shenzhou several times. It's been many years in a flash, and I don't know if I'm still here."

"Where is it?" Sirin was taken aback with a piece of char siew in her mouth.

"You'll know when you go." Gong Ming said with a light smile, stroking the young dragon's back on his arm.

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In the afternoon, on the outskirts of the city, on a barren hill.

"There...is nothing here?" The purple-haired girl holding the white baby dragon followed behind the man, looking at the forest in front of her in a daze, not understanding what Gong Ming was trying to trick.

"Indeed, it should be gone." It seems that this result has been guessed long ago.The man put both his hands in his pockets, his expression was very calm, but there was also a little sadness in his eyes.

"This was originally our family's family tomb. My parents were buried here. I also guarded the tomb here for three years." Gong Ming explained softly. "Shenzhou has a tradition of wearing hemp and filial piety. Within three years of the death of parents, they are not allowed to be official, marry a wife, celebrate, or drink alcohol."

"As a Herrscher but bound by the rules of the world, I only see weakness." However, the purple-haired girl holding the white dragon scoffed at this. "You are really embarrassing to the gods, Nicholas."

"At that time, I was not a Herrscher." However, Gong Ming waved his hand, not caring about the girl's ridicule. "I'm not like you who awakened to be a Herrscher. I have paid far more than you can imagine on that evolutionary path."

"What do you mean?" Sirin was stunned.

"What do you mean..." Gong Ming shook his head, "I'll tell you about this issue when I have a chance. I didn't bring you here today to talk about this matter."

After the red-haired man finished speaking, he looked at the hillside in front of him and fell into a long silence.I closed my eyes and sniffed the clear wind in the mountains.

He used to be very familiar with this barren mountain, where should there be a temple, where should there be a slope, where the stairs are the most labor-saving, and how many steps are there in the longest main road.Familiar to the point that when he closes his eyes, everything can come to his mind, every stone, every tile, every plant and every tree.

But now all of this has been lost under the mighty power of time.Six hundred years is enough to cover up all the traces left by people.The masonry and rubble are broken and weathered, and new vegetation covers the former pavilions.The once huge family did not leave a trace of waves on this land, except for a few words in the county annals and history books.

He was silent for a long time, then bent down under the shocked gaze of Sirin behind him, straightened his knees, and knelt down there.He knocked his head hard three times.

He has not done this kind of action for more than six hundred years. After leaving Shenzhou, he no longer needs to bow down to anyone, but now when he does this action, he is still standard and standardized, not missing a single bit.

While doing this, he didn't say anything, didn't utter a single word.There was no change in expression when he stood up after kowtowing, but he knew that he would never return to this place in the rest of his life.

"To be honest, I don't know what your parents were like before you became a Herrscher." Gong Ming said calmly with his back to Sirin. "But if you really want to destroy the world, think about it..."

"You like that... have you lived the way they hoped for?"

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Three months later, Mandate of Heaven, Vienna, Kaslana Mansion.

"Speaking of... I haven't heard from Ni for almost a month."

On the sofa in the lobby of the villa, the silver-haired woman was half leaning on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea, smiling lightly and tilting her head towards the friend in front of her.

"Who knows what your dad is doing." Teresa rolled her eyes, and continued to tease Kiyana who was crawling on her lap, "Maybe somewhere to tease a new girl. Qi Yana hasn't come back for a full moon, I think he's drifting away, I'm afraid he won't even be able to remember his last name."

"Nah, how could you say so." The silver-haired woman suddenly laughed, shaking her head at her best friend. "There should be something important about not coming back. After all, his identity is different from others, and sometimes it is inevitable that he cannot return home when he encounters some serious things."

"Cecilia, you are always spoiling that guy like this." The girl sitting opposite Cecilia complained suddenly.

"A man can't be spoiled, do you know? He is so spoiled by you. At this time, you should unite with me instead of helping him. Listen to me, next time that guy comes back, you must not give him With a good face, he has to realize where he is wrong, or he might be out there one day without thinking about it.”

"Yes, yes, yes." Cecilia smiled perfunctorily, watching Teresa shook her head slightly, and there was a slight smile on her face when she was sipping tea from a teacup, which seemed to be an attitude towards friends Very interesting.

"Too lazy to talk about you." The little girl with silver hair rolled her eyes. Seeing Cecilia's attitude, she knew that her words must be for nothing. After humming twice, she no longer attached to this topic. .

It's just that these two people didn't even realize that they didn't even think about whether the Nicholas in their mouths would encounter problems that the man couldn't solve, as if he could solve everything for granted, powerful and invincible.

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At this time, North America, anti-entropy headquarters.