Hill’s voice lowered, and he said slowly, "All these years, I thought... I lost her forever. I never expected to see her again. I’m really so happy, truly, Father God, thank you. I thought I was dreaming, and I haven’t dread in many years, especially such a beautiful dream." By the end, Hill was sowhat incoherent.
The Creator God looked at Hill, staying silent for a long ti. At this mont, Hill seed somber and sorrowful, yet there was a hint of vitality, yes, vitality. For so many years, Hill was like the living dead, falling into slumber after that incident. When he finally awoke, he beca paranoid and cruel, even more indifferent. He had caused the collapse of so many worlds, and the Creator God couldn’t bear to bla him.
Now it was better; he could start over.
Heavenly Dao, thank you.
"Father, I’m going to find her." Hill turned and was about to leave.
But he was stopped by the Creator God.
"Wait." The Creator God called out to his son, "I have sothing to say to you. Listen to carefully."
"Yes." Hill stopped and looked at the Creator God.
"What you just said was mistaken. What do you an ’lost her forever’? When did you ever have her? How co I didn’t know?" The Creator God sneered, suddenly turning on a sharp-tongued mode of sarcasm, completely different from the gentle, good father image earlier.
Hill slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but found he had nothing to say.
"Also, tell about the scene when you two t just now." The Creator God continued to sneer, once again raising his teacup to sip so tea.
Hill’s expression changed.
This reunion with Tianmiao seed to have left a very poor impression on her.
"Can’t rember? No problem, I’ll help you recall." With a flick of the Creator God’s fingers, a light screen appeared in front of him and Hill.
The light screen showed the scene of Tianmiao arriving in the small world and seeing Hill about to destroy it. They saw Tianmiao decisively kick Hill over. The Creator God, very thoughtfully, slowed down the scene of that kick multiple tis.
Then replayed the words Tianmiao said.
"With your work ability, you can still enter the Western Managent Bureau as an employee? Soone like you wouldn’t even get to lick the entrance in the East."
After doing all this, the Creator God contentedly withdrew the light screen and then noticed tears in his son’s eyes?
Hahaha! This unfilial son! Having a day like this too?!
How defiant was he back then?
When I earnestly told him he couldn’t just simply destroy and reset things, how did he treat it as if he didn’t hear? Impervious to advice! When fixing worlds, not only did he not repair them, sotis he even deliberately went along with the deviation. Did he get any joy from seeing worlds go off course? No, he always had that look of ashen despair. He didn’t get any joy, yet continued to act this way. What kind of neurotic mindset is that?
Now, he’s alive.
Great, that ans it’s ti for to settle scores!
"Dad, what should I do?" Hill’s heart had sunk to the bottom.
"Ask yourself, think of a way to repair your image." The Creator God yawned, "Oh, so sleepy, getting old and not as energetic, I’m going to sleep first."
Hill watched the Creator God’s departing figure, speechless. The Creator God yawned and claid he was sleepy? Can’t you find a better excuse?
Once the Creator God’s figure disappeared, Hill turned around and sat on a chair, beginning to ponder.
What exactly happened back then? The things he knew were obviously not the truth. Why did Father God hide the truth?
And now, how was he to approach Miao Miao, to see her smile once again?
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