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According to Morstan's geometric theorem, a point in any pattern requires at least two support points, and this includes lies as well.

A lie needs at least two different lies to be corroborated, so there are two or two lives in one life.

Don't get me wrong, this book is not to warn people not to lie, because others say that the author does not lie, but I want to say to you: "If you don't have enough logical thinking, it's best not to get involved in lies, because you will go around yourself", such as Wu Luoyin, who just became a father with lies.

Of course, sometimes lies are so powerful and easy to succeed in a moment, such as the famous leader of the Third Reich: "If you tell a lie ten thousand times in front of everyone, it is no longer a lie." ”

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I don't have the slightest intention of keeping Yumaru to live in the castle, or my original meaning of leaving her is not kind, she can be an umbrella for me or a means to understand the evil spirits, and at the critical moment, I need to have enough means to get rid of this black-haired child who is also good and evil.

Of course, the only thing that could kill her was the gunpowder I had hidden, and if I did feel something wrong, don't be surprised, I'd have tricked her flying brutes into a confined space and burned them alive.

I was surprised that I had such a cruel idea, and even conceived pictures of the whole process in my mind, and most importantly, I didn't feel at all out of place with these images, compared to myself nine years ago, I don't know if this is the evolution of my character or the decline of human nature.

It is undeniable that since the fish balls came back to my life, there was indeed a lot of laughter on the gentle slope, the little girl would always chase my ass and ask questions, sometimes I would be patient to chat with her, after all, I also have a bunch of question marks waiting for her to answer, but sometimes the questions she asks do make me sigh.

- "Dad, why is it dark at night? ”

"Because the sun is hiding."

"Where did it go?"

"It's going to sleep, too."

- "Dad, why can fish drink water from the sea, I will be uncomfortable when I drink it?" ”

"Because it's used to it, just like you're used to eating fried rice, it's going to be uncomfortable when you eat it."

- "Dad, you said that you gave me blood and bones, and my mother gave me flesh and skin, but my mother in my memory can't see except for her eyes, but she is very white, why do I look so black? ”

"She was also black when she was a child, and she turned white when she grew up."

"Am I going to turn white too?"

"When you grow up and have a loved one, you will also turn white."

"How old do you have to be to grow up?"

"Even if you are taller than Lao Tan, you will grow up"

So, for countless mornings after that, there would always be a young figure running to the statue of Lao Tan to compare its height, and I even saw her secretly dig up the soil under the statue and let it sink a little by itself.

Three months passed like this, and at first I let her sleep in a wooden hut under the gentle slope, but unfortunately, when I woke up the next day, the ten-year-old cub would always appear in my bed, and my arms would be full of haras, and I would occasionally snore a few times.

As for the matter of the Demon Spirits, I have almost made it clear in the past few months, Yumaru does not remember how she entered the Demon Tribe, or that she does not know what happened before she entered the Demon Clan.

I'm not surprised that the Spirits call her a Spirit Saint because she can drive beasts to the use of the Spirits, am I? This time, Lao Tzu can leave this black-haired child regardless of his previous suspicions, and don't he have the same thoughts?

And the Demon Tribe, which is extremely secretive to me, has gradually taken on some outlines according to the description of the fish balls.

According to her, the place where the Spirits lived needed to be rowed in the sea for more than thirty sunsets to reach the island where she had escaped, and that island was still a few sunsets away.

This was the description she gave me, but I learned much later that I had been fooled, and that the bear child was talking about a few sunsets not by boat, but by her mother's lying on the back of a big fish.

The Spirits tribe was much larger than I thought, and according to Fish Ball, they didn't live on an island, and the birds she raised never knew the edge of the land, and in my judgment, it was probably a continent.

As for the number of the Evil Spirits, Fish Ball only said that there were many people there, and as for the exact number, she did not give an exact answer, but one thing that caught my attention was that she said that the Evil Spirits had dead warriors being transported back to the tribe every day, could it be that they still had wars with foreign countries on that land?

But no matter what questions the bear child asked, I don't know whether it was pretending or unintentional, she shook her little head and said that she had forgotten, and finally she even said that even my appearance was very vague in her memory, and I was also afraid of evoking the little devil's memory of me, so I stopped these topics from then on.

Originally, when I was alone, I was still interested in tending to the hares and tinkering with the stored food, but since she entered the castle, the hares no longer had to be kept in captivity, and each of them jumped behind her as if they were enchanted, which made me have to take off the dark crossbows in the labyrinth outside the gentle slope again, in case one day one accidentally aroused the little devil's murderous intention.

But people can't always be idle, especially me, I know first-hand what "comfort" will bring me, and I was killed in such comfort nine years ago.

I dug the clay from the cliff more than a meter deep to make the bricks used for the castle, so that an artificial position was formed to hide the hundred or so crossbows that were facing the entrance to the beach on the south bank.

I even planned to find some more clay to seal the entrance to the two low hills on the beach on the south coast, but I couldn't find any adobe that could be used to burn near the gentle slope.

So, the kind of "if you don't die, you won't die" middle two character in my bones once again exerted its light and heat, and on the night of February 23rd of the fourth year of my return to the island, I took her to a place she had never been to play in front of the fish balls who were also suffocating in the castle.

On this trip, my original plan was just to go to the paradise to find a clay layer, but who would have thought, many things have already been arranged by God, and the moment we two people step out of the castle, it is already doomed to the fate of the Dali tribe to prosper again.