My Avatar Is Becoming The Ultimate Boss Chapter 879

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“Of course, we Icelandic people are very trustworthy. There’s no need to doubt we’ll spill the beans,” You Ruirui nodded.

“But it’s no big deal, my sister calls me ‘Big Flappy Moth,’ and I call her ‘Diaper Demon,’ and we don’t mind. I guess my brother and dad are numbed to their nicknames by now.”

“Isn’t Su Zimai your sister?”

“Sometimes she’s a sister, sometimes a little sister, whatever makes us happy.”

You Ruirui rested her chin on her hand, seriously contemplating, “I see, truly a Schrödinger’s family relationship.”

“It’s fine, You Ruirui, there’s no need for so many rules in our home; there’s no normal person here.”

Ji Minghuan stopped in front of a three-story house, looking through the curtains, the living room was lit with warm orange lights.

Gu Qiye’s voice could be heard: “Sun Changkong, don’t run about, change the diaper first… Li Qingping, how did you spill the cup again? Sun Changkong, can you stop bringing stones from the yard… Shang Xiaoqi, I’ve told you so many times, stop biting our potted plants, eating leaves gives no nutrients.”

Ji Minghuan yawned, pulling a silver-plated key from the pocket of his hoodie.

He inserted the key into the lock, turned it, opened the door, and then quietly changed his sneakers for slippers, passing through the entryway alongside You Ruirui, raising their eyes to watch the mischievous toddlers in the living room.

The children looked hardly one or two years old.

Sun Changkong was swaying with a monkey plush toy on the floor; her hair was black due to the myth fragment’s effect being lost.

Li Qingping sniffed alone in the corner, hiding in the shadows, watching the other little ones.

Shang Xiaoqi held a leaf in her mouth, sitting on the ground, staring at the yellowing locust tree outside the window.

Yanmo Lin sat quietly in a baby chair, sipping milk from a bottle.

The scene occurred because, a month ago, Ji Minghuan found the myth fragment “World Tree” in the Sahara Desert.

He planted the World Tree fragment in his heart, and for almost a month, without eating or drinking, he searched every corner of the world, ultimately finding only the souls of Bai Tanlang, Shang Xiaoqi, Yanmo Lin, Li Qingping, and Sun Changkong.

Others maybe had already left this world.

At last, Ji Minghuan entered the World Tree’s treehole, where thorns and flowers preserved the five souls.

A day later, new life emerged from the treehole, with brand new bodies; however, these bodies were mere newborns, and Li Qingping and others temporarily lost their memories.

Only Bai Tanlang’s body wasn’t formed, perhaps due to it being a Demon, needing more time.

According to Ji Minghuan and Restricted Level 1001’s research and discussion, it might take another year or two for memories to gradually return.

Therefore, he brought four babies home, leaving Gu Qiye to take care of them.

Ji Minghuan tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets and stared aimlessly at the four kids in the living room.

Then, he moved to Shang Xiaoqi’s side, squatted down, took the leaf from her mouth, and using a restraint belt from his sleeve, tidied the overturned pot, placing it back on the window sill.

“Good, listen more to Brother Gu Qiye,” he said, patting Shang Xiaoqi’s head.

Shang Xiaoqi blinked, curiously staring at him for a while, then turned away with a humph; Ji Minghuan thought to himself how she’s been stubborn since childhood.

He turned to see Sun Changkong rolling and crying on the carpet; Gu Qiye hurried to console her, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, here, the plush toy.”

Gu Qiye handed the monkey plush to Sun Changkong, who hugged it tightly and stopped crying.

“How long will they be like this?” You Ruirui approached Ji Minghuan and asked.

“I don’t know,” Ji Minghuan shook his head, “perhaps in a month or two, they’ll start recalling past things?”

“Why is Gu Qiye taking care of them?”

“Don’t you think my brother looks perfect for child-rearing?”

You Ruirui paused slightly.

Then, a slight smile curved on her lips.

“True.”

As they chatted, Ji Minghuan’s phone vibrated gently in his pocket; he extracted it with the restraint belt, glanced at the message on the screen.

[Cezar: Yaguba, when are we finally heading out for that trip?]

[Ji Minghuan: Can we wait a bit longer?]

[Cezar: Until when?]

[Ji Minghuan: I want to wait until Li Qingping’s memory returns and he grows enough to care for himself, then we’ll all go.]

The screen stayed silent for a long time.

[Cezar: True, I’ve only been thinking about myself; yes, we should all travel with Li Qingping, it would be unfair to leave him out.]

[Ji Minghuan: So, how about eight years later?]

[Cezar: Eight years?]

[Ji Minghuan: Yes, by then Sun Changkong and Li Qingping will be grown up.]

[Cezar: Alright, eight years then, do the others know?]

[Ji Minghuan: I’ve talked with Tricia, and they agreed, we’ll all head out to play eight years later.]