Mr. Zhou was busy on the cliff to help the vegetable cake unlock the chain, I was idle and bored on the side, I was very responsible to help Mr. Zhou educate the vegetable cake and said: "You will be filial to your old man in the future, you see that the old man is for you, he has not eaten well and slept well these days, and he has lost dozens of pounds. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Then why didn't my parents come and save me?" The young man asked, confused.

"It's dead, and the only people in your family are you and Grandpa Zhou." The more I talked, the smoother it became, and it was so refreshing to educate a god.

"When did you die, why don't I remember it?" Caipan asked, this young man is about to become a hundred thousand whys.

I can't make it anymore. Fortunately, there is an acting genius of Old Man Zhou, who said with a handful of snot and tears: "My old brother, old sister-in-law, you died so unjustly, you don't remember you anymore, and you don't know me anymore."

I pretended to be sad, and cooperated with Mr. Zhou to fool the vegetable cake and said: "Your parents died early, you died of illness when you were three or four years old, it was Grandpa Zhou who pulled you up with a handful of and urine, and now you don't recognize Grandpa Zhou, which makes him too sad."

Caibi is a kind child, he believed it as soon as I performed with Mr. Zhou, and I made an excuse for the question that Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou were not the same surname: "I must follow my mother's surname, right?" Then he said to Old Man Zhou: "Since you call my father big brother, then you must be my uncle."

I asked Old Man Zhou in secret words: "The god has become a brand new person, why is his brain not confused?"

"He is still cultivating, but he is a little vague about the issue of identity." Old Man Zhou's lips moved slightly and replied to me.

"I know, he has selective amnesia, not a different spirit." I nodded understandingly.

Caibi had amnesia, but he was very sober, and after he finished calling Uncle Zhou, he said to me: "Since you call my uncle Grandpa Zhou, then I am a generation older than you, and you have to call me Uncle Cai in the future."

Listening to his words, I was dumbfounded, I was stammered, I was depressed, I was going to call this little hairy boy uncle, this realization made me confused.

I looked at Mr. Zhou for help, and Mr. Zhou opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he chose to stand on the side of the cake.

Old Man Zhou choked on his own saliva, coughed vigorously, his face was flushed, and the green tendons on his forehead came out. It seems that it is hopeless to expect Mr. Zhou to explain, so I had to personally get on the horse and fool the vegetable cake and say: "I am a New Year's friend with Mr. Zhou, I call him Grandpa Zhou, that is an honorific title." I pushed Simba and Shuangshuang forward, and then said, "You see my Shuangshuang, Simba, and my daughter also call Old Man Zhou Grandpa Zhou, if I call you uncle, what do they call you?"

"That's right, I see." The vegetable cake, which was a little dizzy by me, stretched out his newly liberated right hand and pressed his temple, a little puzzled.

I took advantage of the victory to chase after me and said: "In the future, the two of us will still be equals, in the future, I will call you Caibi, you can call me Su's mother, or Su Nianqing."

The shrewd Caipan immediately objected: "If I call you Mother Su, aren't you a generation older than me?" I'm not going to do that. ”

I said angrily, "Whatever you call me, I'll call you vegetable cakes in the future."

Our mission to the island was basically completed, and I asked Master Zhou in a secret language: "Shall we bring this master back to Shanghai, or shall we stay on this island?"

Old Man Zhou thought for a while and said, "Let's take it back, I don't worry about putting him here."

"Shall we go back now, then?"

"Not yet, there is still that sea monster waiting for us on the beach, my physical strength is not good these days, I am not sure about defeating the sea monster, I need to rest for a few days." Old Man Zhou looked into the distance and said with a deep gaze.

Here I discussed going home with Mr. Zhou, and over there I took Simba and Shuangshuang to play in the valley.

A young man with two chubby dolls chased each other in the valley, frolicking and playing, sometimes climbing and sometimes jumping down, and sometimes grabbing a handful of stones and striking each other. Such a simple game could make him happy, and his smiling face turned red.

Is this demon shrewd or a second-class person? I'm a little confused.

Old Man Zhou didn't expect that a master of the first world would play such a childish game with two little milk babies, and he had a lot of fun, and he also accepted incompetence a little. He deliberately coughed hard twice to attract the attention of Caibi, and Old Man Zhou squeezed out a smile on his stiff face, and said in a lower voice as much as possible: "Xiaobiu, we should go back, we can't stay here for too long."

"Didn't you beat the bad guys away? What else are you afraid of? Can you let me play for a while, just for a while. Caibi pouted coquettishly.

Instantly, I felt that this world was mysterious.

"We can't stay on this island, we need to get out of here." Old Man Zhou said immediately.

"What about that sea monster?" I asked with a little concern?

"We should be able to beat him together." What Master Zhou said was a bit lacking in confidence.

Caipan listened to the conversation between me and Old Man Zhou and jumped up excitedly: "And the sea monster?" Great, I'm going to go and play with it. ”

"I'll take you!" Simba, who regards the vegetable cake as a confidant, forgets the horror of the sea monster.

"I'll go too!" Shuangshuang excitedly said that she regarded fighting sea monsters as a game.

When I went up the mountain, I walked very slowly, and when I went down the mountain, I took Simba and Shuangshuang to sit on a sleigh made of two branches and rushed down, and the old man Zhou was afraid that they would be in danger and ran quickly next to them, and I followed them unhurriedly with the technique of lifting and shrinking the ground, and soon we reached the mountainside overgrown with shrubs.

Caibi, who was a little abnormal, looked at a meadow full of small pink flowers, and suddenly said, "I seem to have been here before." After saying that, he rummaged through the flowers, and muttered, "I seem to have thrown something here, why can't I find it?"

"Has his spirit recovered?" I asked Mr. Zhou a little worriedly, I don't want to get a great god to go home and offer.

Old Man Zhou stared closely at the vegetable cakes among the flowers, lowered his voice and said, "I have to see that it is not easy to recover if it is normal, and some fragments of his memory may be recalled." (To be continued.) )