[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

I have to say that I was really cute when I was a child.

The trumpet Ilmi who heard the movement came over on tiptoe, and looked out through the crack of the door.

He is short and needs to look up; Yier fans try to keep their eyes straight ahead, as if he didn't realize that he was being peeked at.

It's like a small animal, so cute.

He sighed again in his heart, those big cat eyes, and the innocence and simplicity that have not been broken, make this child no different from the newborn Ermao, it is the eyes that embrace newcomers to the whole world .

It turns out that in my heart, there is still such an existence that trusts everything.

Just thinking about it this way, the whole person will be healed.

Yier fans let his thoughts fly wildly, he rarely has such a moment of relaxation, generally speaking, he is either calculating whether this commission is worthwhile, or he is on the way to the next commission.

All year round, this award must be awarded to Yiermi.

"Squeak", the lack of maintenance of the door was pulled a little wider, the kitten Xiaoyi hid himself behind the door, as if waiting for the other party to take the initiative to enter.

This is the trap I set myself.

Yi Er calmly explained in his mind that if he just pushed the door open and entered, then in the next second, he would be knocked out of this world by some kind of force.

The last bit of memory that he tried his best to protect, the power contained in it was not something he could deal with casually, and he didn't want to beat the trumpet himself in front of him.

To my younger brother, I can mercilessly swing the whip and press the electric switch, but to myself, I must be merciful.

That's how they are treated differently, Qi Ya, if you feel dissatisfied, you can question it face to face.

I believe they would not dare to give them a hundred courage.

In this regard, Il fans have considerable confidence in themselves.

The two Il fans, one big and one small, confronted each other silently at the door for half an hour, and finally ended with Xiaohao's own retreat.

The door was completely opened, and the lights in the room were lit up, illuminating all corners.

Elmi saw not only building blocks, but also some different toys that he had long since forgotten about.

There is no shortage of money to beat enemy Hakkas. Shiba, who became a father for the first time, is even more generous to Il fans. If there is anything on the market, I will give it to Il fans. What is not on the market belongs to a certain design. He also specially obtained the styles that the master kept privately.

A whole toy room was packed full.

The same is true for Jiqiu, neither of them is the type who can educate children, and according to the tradition of beating the enemy Hakka, the policy of giving children a happy childhood without beating or scolding before the age of three is even more eager to bring the world to Il before the fans.

Under such doting education, Yi Ermi deeply felt how lucky he was not to be pampered into a bear child back then.

If he was taken to the training room as a brat, he would probably have cried out that night, and would have cried and begged Shiba for mercy, begging him to let him go.

That's ugly, isn't it?

"Aren't you coming in?"

Xiao Yi looked at the tall man in front of her, and retreated a little bit embarrassed.

Realizing that he was distracted again, Yi Ermi nodded politely at the other party, took the initiative to open his long legs, and sat down on the sofa suitable for children with some difficulty.

Thank myself for staying leaner over the years.

Some fans of Il don't know how to chat with each other. Well, he may be a rare person who can go to his own spiritual world and meet him when he was a child, especially if the other party still gives him the protagonist's attitude. He brings tea.

He could only repeat one sentence, and took a sip in the expectant eyes of the other party.

God...it's really hard to drink.

The taste suitable for children would be a disaster for a mature Yier fan. He drank the liquid in the mini cup with a deadpan expression, and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need a second cup.

"Okay, so what are you going to play?"

Xiao Yi pointed to the toys in the room: "It's a wooden horse from my father, or a doll from my mother... But you don't look like someone who likes to play with those."

"You're right."

Yi Ermi coughed lightly: "Can I ask you a question?"

"Why don't you put a roof on that house."

The forgotten red triangle is still lying in place. When other wooden blocks have been moved many times, it seems to be in another dimension, solitary to fend for itself.

"You mean, that red roof?"

Xiaoyi drew a triangular shape with her fingers: "I can't find it. I've been looking for it for a long time, but I can't find it."

"Can……"

But isn't it right there?

Il fans realized the problem: "Since when did you not find it."

"I do not remember."

Xiaoyi's eyes showed a bit of confusion: "I'm trying to build a beautiful house without a roof, but every time I build it to the end, there is a little missing, so I build it again and again, again and again. Push it down and start over..."

He spoke this passage very fluently, which is completely beyond the reach of a child of this age.

Yier Fan didn't answer the call, and let the other party repeat, feeling that there was a humanoid repeater standing opposite him.

Human nature is a repeater.

Occasionally, he listened to the nonsense about these things, and finally put this useless knowledge to use.

He sat quietly on the sofa for a while, and stretched his legs. The place where the back of the sofa chair used to be was only a waist for his height.

But this is also very comfortable. He hardly has the opportunity to relax himself like this. Even when he is sleeping, he still maintains vigilance against the outside world. Deep sleep is a distant and unattainable dream for him. It is enough to recover the physical condition to be able to fight.

Yi Ermi suddenly asked: "I can help you find that missing piece of wood."

Xiaoyi didn't speak.

"Do you not want to find it?"

The repeater repeated what Yi Ermi said just now.

Those unemotional questions uttered from Xiao Yi's mouth, combined with those dull cat eyes, made the picture look extraordinarily weird.

Elmi said a little annoyed.

Xiao Yi copied it all over and talked about it.

"Okay, don't talk about it."

The adult man covered his face with his hands, and the child he ordered to stop obediently sat opposite him, and for a while, only the sound of Yi Ermi's breathing echoed in the room.

Do I want to finish building the house?

This question is simply unsolvable.

He can go out from here now, leave this small bright world, and then peel off those thick black substances that make people breathless, and return to the real world.

But that always feels unsatisfactory.

——I have escaped for so long, should I continue?

Every sentence with a question meaning ends with a period.Yi Ermi is quite clear about what he should do, of course he can continue to escape, and turn everything he sees here into an embellishment in this small house, and he can tell himself that he doesn't know anything.

Continuing his life of beating the eldest son of the enemy, followed by the assassination commission, watching the number on the passbook increase little by little.

Occasionally train the younger brothers, especially Qi Ya, so that his strength can reach a height that can take over the position of Patriarch as soon as possible.

This is one of the life lines of Yiermi Dadike, he thought he would walk to the end in such a manner, and closed his eyes peacefully.

But now it seems that he is not such an obedient and well-behaved person.

Yi Ermi smiled, sat up from the sofa, walked around Xiao Yi's position, and picked up the forgotten triangle.

"Look, it's here."

My years of depression, the pain of not knowing anything, the resentment towards my parents, the dissatisfaction with the whole beating enemy...

Not building a good house is his regret, and it is also the existence that shackles his footsteps.

Maybe with such a light release, without this resentment, maybe I won't be as obsessed with beating the enemy as before.

Xiao Yi came over, stood beside Yi Ermi and asked softly.

"I think."

The big hands are at the bottom and the small hands are at the top, and they put the building block on the top of the building together.

A complete home appears.

A home, it can be a harbor, a place where people can come back to rest when they are tired; it can also be a castle, which locks those who want to go out inside, and pulls them away for various reasons.

A missing piece of home is the latter for Yier fans. Resentment has trapped his footsteps, making him want to leave but can't.

If love and hate were emotions that could easily disappear, there wouldn't be so many entanglements in the world.

But a complete home can no longer be the same obstacle.

"I like to punch the enemy."

There is no doubt that it is the place where Il fans have lived for so many years. Even if this place brings him not so good memories, it still has an irreplaceable position.

"I hate it too."

"But now it can't affect me anymore."

Yi Ermi quietly looked at the home made of building blocks in front of him. He could tell who each room was prepared for, and then stretched out his fingers and knocked down the wall of his own room.

"Actually, it's good to make money."

Xiaoyi came up with this sentence inexplicably: "Money is not everything, but without money, it is difficult to move an inch."

"There are very few people in this world who are not tempted by money, but don't use money to test people's hearts, you will be disappointed."

Yi Ermi listened carefully, and at the same time walked out slowly.

This cabin is collapsing, and when he makes a choice, the spiritual world will also give synchronous feedback.

The child who can only assemble the building blocks by himself, his work is finally completed.

"Bye-Bye."

Xiao Yi stood at the door and waved at Yi Ermi.

Elmi smiled, then closed her eyes.

He was rising upwards, and after penetrating through several layers of obstacles, he opened his eyes again and saw the world... After a moment or two of reaction, it was indeed the world before he passed out.

"Brother! You are finally awake!"

Mi Ji was about to cry with joy, and Yi Er was in a coma for five or six days, among other things, seeing his elder brother's gradually deflated stomach, the younger brothers were all worried to death.

Yi Ermi tilted his head: "Miji, you jump around like a frog."

His foot slipped, and Mi Ji almost put his face on the ground: "Brother, are you my elder brother, Yiermi Beat Dike? Is the name correct?"