They were all like puppets!
Even if they were slaughtered, as long as their true core was not completely reached, they could not be killed entirely.
At least…
Duan Chen had already seen rabbits with only their heads left trying to jump up and hit their own knees more than once.
The scene was truly bizarre.
Even he found it somewhat unbearable.
After he once again blocked the Magician's offensive, Duan Chen made up his mind. Various pupil techniques were stacked up, and he approached the Magician's hat step by step.
Qian Huan Pandora condensed into the cold weapon in his hand for a moment.
Fiercely.
Qian Huan Pandora struck the hat.
The hat, which had been like a fountain on the ground, was directly rendered useless.
Duan Chen dared not expose himself and Jun Ci to the miasma for too long. After smashing the hat, he transformed Qian Huan Pandora into its shield form again.
However…
The Magician's expression suddenly turned grim.
"You actually…"
"You actually… what happened! Godfather… you!"
His emotions seemed to have been severely struck. His eye sockets turned exceptionally red, as if he had become a human-shaped rabbit, emanating a gloomy mood.
Godfather?
Duan Chen was sure he had misheard.
Wait, wait, wait?
When did he, a young man in his early twenties, become the godfather of an apostle?
Could it be some sort of daddy complex?
A shiver ran down his spine.
However, while he might jest, he would not ignore the information revealed by this statement.
The Magician called him Godfather.
Was he treating him as a substitute, or…
Did it have something to do with his memories before the age of twelve?
It shouldn't be…
Before he was twelve, how could he possibly be anyone's godfather?
It's just that…
The Magician's emotions seemed too intense.
Yes, that's right.
The Magician no longer bothered to attack Duan Chen. He knelt before the hat, and tears streamed down his face.
Cupping the broken hat in his hands, he held it tightly and lay directly on the ground, rolling in pain.
Watching this scene, Duan Chen even thought he had stumbled into a melodramatic TV series.
However, the Magician completely ignored Duan Chen, howling and wailing as he clutched his hat, his tears flowing more and more.
Until finally, he suddenly laughed hoarsely, laughing more and more madly. One hand covered his face, and his distinct fingers tightly covered his entire face. Then, he slowly stood up.
Through the gap between his two fingers, the Magician revealed one eye, and this eye…
Was silver.
He seemed to have given up all hope, calling out.
"Godfather, Godfather… how could you bear to let the first gift you gave me be completely erased from my memory?"
The first gift?
What was all this about!
Duan Chen didn't understand and was impatient to listen further. He lowered his expression, calculated the time he and Jun Ci had been exposed to the miasma, fighting continuously without damaging their foundations.
Then, he directly drew out Qian Huan Pandora, condensed it into two dual blades, and held them in his hands.
His intention was to confront the Magician head-on.
However, the Magician seemed to have lost the will to fight and stood motionless. Within his eyes, storms raged.
And while he was in a state of stillness, Duan Chen suddenly discovered that the wind around them seemed to have become extremely quiet.
No!
He suddenly wanted to move his body…
But it was too late.
Duan Chen could no longer move at all.
A dark light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Yes, a dark light.
Darkness… could there be light even in darkness?
After this, there was a brilliant white light. Along with this light, a child's voice leaked out.
"Don't snatch, don't snatch, don't snatch my toys, give them back! And my lunch, don't touch it, give it back!!"
"Hahahahahahaha… look at your ragged clothes, look at your face, you ugly monster, what right do you have to eat?"
"Come chase me, ugly monster, if you catch me, I'll give your toys back."
"No one wants the ugly monster, no one wants the ugly monster!"
"Give it back… give it back…"
Duan Chen opened his eyes and found himself in a scene resembling an orphanage.
Before him were a group of children whose faces he could not see.
But he could roughly distinguish that a group of tall and strong boys were bullying a particularly thin and scrawny boy.
Tears streamed down the boy's face.
And at this moment, the tall and strong boys had no intention of holding back.
They even directly tore apart the cloth doll in their hands.
One of them fiercely threw the cloth doll onto the muddy ground after the rain and stomped on it with his foot.
"What toys and what not, my toys are Transformers. Only little girls play with dolls. You're a pervert, you're a sissy!"
"Enough!"
Just then, a young but stern voice rang out.
Duan Chen turned his head and saw a small boy running over from not far away.
This little boy gave him a very familiar feeling, yet he couldn't recall where he was familiar from.
He was wearing a black jacket and looked somewhat refined.
And the tall and strong boys, upon seeing this boy, couldn't help but take a step back.
They were afraid.
The boy in the black jacket directly stood in front of the cloth doll and the bony boy.
He began to reprimand these boys.
"I've already told you, don't bully… anymore! He's under my protection!"
"Are you looking to get beaten up?"
After speaking, the boy in the black jacket clenched his small fist tightly and shook it.
The tall and strong boys, scared out of their wits, ran away without stopping.
Only the boy in the black jacket and the small boy in the hospital gown were left behind.
The boy in the black jacket picked up the cloth doll from the ground, wiped it with his sleeve with great care, and handed it back to its original owner.
With a touch of childish arrogance, he said, "Take it. Don't lose it again next time!"
What is this?
Looking at this scene, Duan Chen was very confused. This should be the Magician's memory space…
What did the Magician want to show him?
Which one was the Magician?
And just as these thoughts appeared in his mind, time suddenly flowed forward.
The next time he saw the scene, it was still the same small boy in the white hospital gown. He seemed not to have grown up.