They Are Not Human!

Hearing Wen Qing's praise, Xiao Jiyu couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, his cheeks flushed slightly, he bowed his head shyly, and hummed.

Wen Qing looked at his shy appearance, and remembered Ji Yu and Ji Sheng, who were completely opposite to Xiao Jiyu.

Ji Yu hates humans and wants to play with them.

Xiao Jiyu is well-behaved, and can be happy for a while when she is praised.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and remembered what the housekeeper said, the three young masters were created by the master.

Weird torture...

Does the creator of them have to be at least god-level?

Wen Qing only knew three gods, Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu.

It is understandable that the three of them want to be each other's fathers, but they will never have a son who is exactly the same as himself or with the same name as himself.

In the lost track, Ji Yu's son is called Ji Sheng.

Wen Qing thought about it 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, Yu Xing, or you?"

Xiao Jiyu raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and said in a soft voice, "It's not like that."

"Why does my father look like us?"

Wen Qing paused and said slowly, "Because he is your father."

Xiao Jiyu tilted his head and looked at him in confusion: "Does my father look alike to us?"

"But my mother doesn't look like us either."

Wen Qing was silent, which made sense.

He couldn't argue.

If not like...

His father is not any one of Sikong, Ji Yu, and Yu Xing, but he can create three strange-level young masters.

Is it another god?

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked Xiao Jiyu curiously, "Is there a portrait of my father?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiyu giggled, as if he had heard a joke: "How could there be a portrait of my father."

Wen Qing puzzled: "Why not."

Xiao Jiyu bent the corners of his mouth and said seriously, "I can't draw it."

Wen Qing didn't understand anymore: "Why can't you draw it?"

Xiao Jiyu was stunned by his question, stared at him blankly for a while, and said slowly, "Because he is a father, he can't draw it..."

Seeing that Wen Qing didn't understand what she was talking about, Xiao Ji Yu pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "I don't know what to say, I, I'm stupid..."

Wen lightly rubbed his head and said softly, "It doesn't matter, when Xiao Jiyu knows what to say, tell me later, okay?"

Xiao Jiyu nodded and responded forcefully: "Yeah!"

"I'll definitely figure it out and tell my mother."

The three-headed dog squatted aside, staring closely at Wen Qing, and slowly moved forward, then moved forward again.

After a while, he moved from the wall to the table.

"clatter-"

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw a tennis ball rolled to his feet, and the three-headed dog squatted behind the chair, looking at him with three pairs of eyes.

Xiao Jiyu smiled and said to him, "Chichi wants to play with you."

Wen Qing picked up the tennis ball and threw it across the room.

"Wow!" The three-headed dog roared, rushing towards the tennis ball like a joy, and the moment the tennis ball bounced into the air, it jumped up and took a bite.

Its head in the middle bit the ball, and shaking its head, it ran to Wen Qing again, opened its mouth, and handed the ball to Wen Qing again.

Wen Qing looked at the three-headed dog, which was no different from an ordinary puppy. The tension in his heart disappeared. He asked Xiao Jiyu curiously, "What do you usually eat?"

Xiao Jiyu thought for a while: "I eat everything, but not roses."

eat anything?

Wen Qing's first reaction thought of the three-headed dog eating people in the dungeon of the guide, then this...

He asked hesitantly, "If you eat everything... eat people?"

"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 Qing responded and said vaguely, "I'll just ask."

Xiao Jiyu stared at him for a while, her face suddenly wrinkled, and she asked unacceptably, "Do dogs eat people in mother's world?"

Wen Qing was stunned: "What world?"

Xiao Jiyu repeated: "In the mother's world."

Thinking that what he said was ambiguous, he added: "It'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 and sniffed the air: "You are the mother."

"Of course I know."

Wen Qing looked at him blankly, Xiao Jiyu knew, Yu Xing and Sikong might also know.

They know they are not from this world, but they still call themselves mothers.

Did the players who came in before also know where they came from?

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, they knew that those were players, so players were killed frequently.

So do they know that the player's advanced mission is to take them away?

Just thinking about it, his sleeve was pulled, Xiao Jiyu looked at him and whispered, "Mother hasn't answered my question yet."

"In a mother's world, can dogs eat people?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "Don't eat."

After speaking, he added: "Bad dogs want to eat people."

"Good dogs don't eat."

Xiao Jiyu nodded ignorantly, put the ball in Wen Qing's palm, and motioned for Wen Qing to continue throwing the ball: "Chichi is a good dog."

The voice fell, eating and barking, as if to echo 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 seen me before?"

Wen Qing shook his head and stared into Xiao Jiyu's clear eyes.

I don't know myself, I have no other memory...

He hesitated for a while, then asked, "How did Xiao Jiyu know that I am your mother?"

Xiao Jiyu blinked, leaned in front of him, and sniffed it seriously: "It's the smell of mother."

Wen Qing raised his hand and sniffed his sleeves, only to smell the scent of incense in the torture room.

He couldn't help but ask, "What does the smell of mother smell like?"

This question also involved Xiao Jiyu's blind spot of knowledge. He looked at Wen Qing blankly: "Just, it's the taste of mother..."

Wen Qing answered and didn't ask any further.

While playing with the three-headed dog, think about the clues you have collected so far.

Xiao Jiyu has no memory other than this copy.

Yu Xing also kept talking about Sikong and his father, nothing else.

Sikong is lying to himself.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, Sikong was a little strange from the beginning.

So I lied to myself from the moment we met.

When he saw Sikong, he was very happy and called Sikong's name.

A touch of coolness rose from the soles of Wen Qing's feet, Sikong did it on purpose.

There is also the fear of Asha and other maids for Sikong, Asha's vagueness, and the suffocation...

Wen Qing's heart sank, Bai Tong said that the uncertain young master was Sikong, the eldest young master.

This Sikong and the Sikong he knew were not the same person.

But there is some connection.

Their breaths are very close.

Is it a clone? Or small?

…

Wen Qing thought about it for a long time, and also played the ball throwing game with the three-headed dog for a long time.

At the end of the game, the three-headed dog was panting beside his legs, and Henry showed his belly and stopped biting the ball.

Xiao Jiyu squatted on the ground and rubbed the three-headed dog's stomach.

Wen Qing looked at them and stopped thinking about the connection between the three sons and the three he knew.

There are no clues and nothing to do with the mission.

His advanced task was to take the three young masters out of the castle.

Wen Qing exhaled, looked at Xiao Jiyu's fleshy profile, and asked, "What else does Xiao Jiyu usually do besides eating and playing?"

Xiao Jiyu thought for a while, then said with his fingers, "sleep and read."

"Well, no more."

Wen Qing asked again, "Will that be boring?"

Xiao Jiyu looked at him suspiciously: "What is boredom?"

Wen Qing snorted, organized the words, and explained simply: "I just feel boring, and I may suddenly not want to play with food, sleep, or read, and I don't know what to do."

Xiao Jiyu's eyes widened and nodded: "There are some."

Seeing this, Wen Qing slowed down and asked slowly, "Has Xiao Jiyu thought about doing something else?"

Xiao Jiyu looked at him curiously, her cheeks flushed slightly: "What's the matter?"

"If my mother thinks, so do I."

He said softly, "For example, go to another place to see?"

He looked at Xiao Jiyu's expression and asked tentatively, "Does Xiao Jiyu know what fun places are outside the castle?"

As soon as the words outside the castle came out, Xiao Jiyu's face changed greatly, and the curious and excited expression on his face suddenly disappeared.

With a pale face, he stared at Wen Qing blankly, as if Wen Qing said something terrible.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and said quickly, "I just said it casually."

Xiao Jiyu pursed her lips, her eyes were red, and she suddenly burst into tears: "Don't go out!"

"If you don't go out woo woo woo, mother, mother don't go out either..."

He suddenly burst into tears, and the three-headed dogs were stunned, lying on the ground obediently, not daring to make a sound.

Wen Qing hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, don't go out if you don't go out."

"I'll just say something."

Xiao Jiyu choked and couldn't speak while crying, and her body twitched as she cried.

Wen Qing quickly wiped his face and coaxed people, but there was no way to ask him why he was afraid of coming to the castle.

After coaxing for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Jiyu's cry gradually decreased.

His eyes were swollen from crying, and he was still sobbing as he said, "No, don't go out..."

Wen Qing held him on his lap, patted his back softly, and coaxed softly.

Xiao Jiyu hugged Wen Qing and buried her face in his arms.

After a while, the crying stopped, and there was no saying no more.

Wen Qing looked down and saw Xiao Jiyu closed his eyes, obviously tired from crying, and fell asleep in his arms.

Wen let out a sigh of relief, carried him to the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

Seeing Xiao Jiyu falling asleep, he turned and left.

…

Wen Qing returned to the bedroom in a mess.

The housekeeper stood quietly by the wall, and the first time Wen Qing entered the door, he said, "Madam, the snacks are ready."

Wen Qing replied, 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 breath, but still did not quench my thirst.

Wen Qing poured a glass of water, and it was a little strange to catch a glimpse of the mirror out of the corner of the eye.

He was pouring water, and in the mirror he didn't move.

Did he see it wrong?

Wen Qing moved for a while, put down the teacup and teapot, and turned his head to look over.

The person in the mirror also tilted his head and looked at it sideways.

He sat on a chair, his slender legs folded carelessly, his toes tapped the ground, and he looked at himself with a half-smile.