"Really?" Xiaoxing asked, a little incredulous.

"Of course it's true, how could Daddy lie to you?" assures Drift without a trace.

"Giggles, that's great!" Xiaoxing immediately danced with excitement, "Mother finally has meat to eat!"

Seeing this, he couldn't help but look happy.

But soon, Xiaoxing's expression changed and asked timidly: "Daddy, all the rest will be left to my mother." Is that okay?"

"Of course!" replied without hesitation.

At this moment, Xiaoxing became even more excited!

Drifting away and waiting quietly for a moment, he asked, "Xiaoxing, can you tell Daddy, what is your big name?"

"Pan Xingxing. Daddy, my name is Pan Xingxing!" Xiaoxing replied with a jump.

After hearing it, he muttered in his mouth: "Pan Xingxing...... Looking forward to the stars ......" with the wisdom of drifting without a trace, he naturally understood the deep meaning behind the name at once, so he didn't feel a sadness. But helplessly, at this moment he is just floating without a trace, not a woodcutter. Alas...... Creation makes people!

After a burst of emotion, he wondered again: "Why isn't this little boy's nickname 'Xingxing'......?" Orang...... Isn't this a brute?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Suddenly, a lot of the sourness in my heart was swept away. It seemed that the woodcutter's wife was an extraordinary woman.

"Daddy, why are you secretly laughing? Did you come up with some idea to make a whole person?" Pan Xingxing on the side blinked his big eyes and asked a little innocently and mischievously.

Hearing this, he coughed twice in embarrassment, and then hurriedly denied it: "Daddy is a good person!

Who would have thought that Pan Xingxing heard it, but his face showed a strange look. "Daddy is a liar! Daddy is not honest!"

Drifting without a trace naturally blushed with shame, so he had to change the topic and said: "Xiaoxing, how have you lived with your mother in the past few years?"

Pan Xingxing thought about it, and replied with a small ghostly appearance: "My mother said that back then, I waited for my father to return for a long time, and she was pregnant and had difficulty moving, so she left home as a last resort. Later, he was taken in by a kind family, although he had a bite to eat, but as a subordinate, he had to work day and night, and he missed his father hard, so he ......"

Drifting without a trace heard a burst of sadness, thinking of the haggard and old appearance of the Qiao couple he had seen before, Drifting Absence couldn't help but feel guilty. Alas, if it wasn't for the fact that he was reborn and took possession of the woodcutter's body, then why did the woodcutter's wife do this?

Without waiting for Pan Xingxing to continue, he opened his mouth and asked, "Xiaoxing, then why do you want to go back to the dilapidated hut?"

"My mother said that my father would come home one day. Therefore, every once in a while, my mother would always take Xiaoxing to the thatched hut on the mountain. My mother said, in this way, my father who goes home will not be unable to find us!"

Drifting away and listening, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Unconsciously, there was a sense of respect for the Qiao couple in his heart. If it weren't for the heavy responsibility of "saving people and saving the world", then Drift would really want to live with this mother and son in an impersonation, and try his best to give this mother and son happiness and joy.

Now that he has a general understanding of the life of the Qiao couple in recent years, he doesn't want to be entangled with the little boy in front of him anymore. So, when Pan Xingxingren's little ghost narrated the story, he got in touch with the "Soul Treasure" in his body again, and then a fine light shot out from his eyes, and the little boy who was shrouded in it fainted to the ground without warning.

Floating without a trace, he stretched out his hand, and two fierce wolves flew over from a distance. Then, with the close cooperation of dazzling Western magic and Eastern martial arts, the two fierce wolves turned into steaming slices of barbecue. Although the wolf's head, fur, internal organs, and various bones were removed, all the slices of barbecue added up, and they were enough to weigh three or four hundred catties. Then, picking up the sleeping little boy, he floated up with the roast meat and wolf skin without a trace. It's just that, in the confusion of his mind, I'm afraid that even Piaowu himself can't figure out whether he is using magic or light skills at this moment.

When I came to the thatched house, I was relieved to see that the high fence around me was still intact and floating without a trace. With the sound of a creaking door, he walked into the dilapidated thatched hut again. Gently placing the little boy on the bed, the roast meat and wolf skins that had been floating slowly fell to the tables and chairs in the room, under the control of his mind.

For the sake of safety, two rays of light erupted from the eyes of the floating no trace. It is estimated that if there is no permission to drift away, then the two girls in the house may not wake up even if they are asleep for three days and three nights.

Drifting without a trace, he looked at the sleeping little boy in front of him with a complicated expression, and muttered, "The human brain is a container for storing information. Alas, since I inadvertently took possession of your father's body, I'll store some information in it in return. Hopefully, this information will help you both improve your lives in the future. ”

After saying these words, Piao Wuwu stopped speaking, but closed his eyes and mobilized a powerful spiritual power, and then the mysterious "Horcrux Turning Weapon" and "Soul Heavy Treasure" lurking in his body burst into brilliant light. Then, the whole thatched house was completely enveloped in this brilliant light. Even if someone spied here, they would not see anything under its dazzling light.

It took about a meal before the bright light slowly faded and dissipated.

"Little one, I've layered this information under mental prohibition. Whether or not you succeed in obtaining this information depends on your own creation. Drifting without a trace muttered a little secretly.

After a pause, he continued without a trace: "Alas, from now on, your mother will have to rely on you to take care of it." So, I'm going to have to give you another Creation!"

Without any hesitation, the floating fingers condensed their internal force, and slashed down at their own pulse wrists. How powerful the internal force is without a trace, not to mention the flesh and blood, I am afraid that it is a rock, and it will be cut and cracked. However, this all-out blow was just a small bloody wound on the wrist.