Tianmiao didn’t think about it any further, and instead communicated with the Creator God: Ready, we can start the Ti Reversal now.
This small world is already full of holes, and that idiot’s approach just now was to destroy and reset. It’s like building blocks, you build them up, knock them down, build again, knock down, and continue building. But in the process of knocking down, the blocks get damaged, and this damage accumulates, eventually leading to collapse. The best way now is for the Creator God to spend energy for a Ti Reversal to the very beginning, so she can start fixing it from scratch.
This employee’s ability is truly lousy! Should’ve emphasized the key points more just now, anyway they’re all idiots.
Tianmiao couldn’t help but complain again.
After receiving the transmission from Tianmiao, the Creator God began the Ti Reversal on that small world, then looked up to see his son standing in front of him with an excited expression.
"What’s up?" The Creator God asked leisurely.
"Miao Miao! Is it Miao Miao! Miao Miao, she, she, she..." The speaker was the handso "idiot" Tianmiao had kicked earlier. His true identity is the son of the Creator God, Hill.
The Creator God didn’t answer but leisurely took a sip of tea, sighing internally that Eastern tea is really good stuff. It’s fragrant, sweet, and most importantly, perfect for showing off at tis like this. When everyone is in urgent haste, sipping tea slowly feels so satisfying!
"Speak up, Father God, is it really her?" Hill asked anxiously.
"Call ’Dad!’" The Creator God set down his teacup and glanced at Hill. For so reason, being called ’Dad’ brought a weird sense of achievent, even though the person in front of him was supposed to call him that anyway.
"Dad!" Hill blurted out, quickly stepped forward, and slapped his hands on the Creator God’s desk, "Co on, tell what’s going on? Is it her, right, is it her?"
The Creator God leisurely picked up his teacup again and slowly said, "Have you t her?"
"I have." Hill nodded, and seeing the Creator God’s deanor, Hill’s heart finally began to calm, but the joy inside kept growing.
"Did you speak to her?" The Creator God asked again.
"I, I... didn’t dare. I was afraid I was dreaming, so I ran." Hill lowered his head in regret.
"What a coward!" The Creator God snorted coldly.
"Then tell what’s going on!" Hill raised his head, his voice urgent. If the person in front of him weren’t his Father God, he would’ve started forcing answers.
"Miao Miao doesn’t rember anything from before. So, don’t act recklessly." The Creator God was no longer as laid-back but switched to a heavy attitude, "To put it plainly, you’re just a stranger in her eyes now." The Creator God recalled Tianmiao calling him Uncle West, and suddenly felt his heart break. Back then, Miao Miao called him the handso Uncle Aster!
Hill furrowed his brow: "Doesn’t rember? What do you an?"
"The literal aning. Isn’t her appearing in front of you again enough?" The Creator God sneered, "I’ve fought hard to give you this chance, if you’re foolish again, you might truly dissolve into the world."
Hill lowered his head into silence, finally raising it after a long ti to look at the Creator God, his gaze complicated, with a grateful smile on his handso face: "Father, thank you. Thank you... for letting et her again. This ti, I will truly cherish it."
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