That night.

It's exactly ten o'clock in the evening.

Gugu Town.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The town that had just snowed was covered with a thick white coat.

Under the moonlight, two figures flirted with the night light and floated in the air.

——One of the figures swayed, as if the plane crashed at any time, and even hiccupped hiccups from time to time, like a big fart, and was particularly loud.

The bright moonlight shines, casting a mottled shadow in the cemetery of Gugu Town.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the words on the tombstone seemed to come alive, with mysterious and gloomy everywhere.

A girl with long purple hair was wandering in the cemetery with a flashlight. She squatted down from time to time, stood up, and squatted down again - it turned out that she was digging [Snow Root] in the cemetery.

"Are you sure she is my daughter?... hiccup~"

The Supreme Master squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't see the figure on the snow clearly, but the bright purple color made him a little suspicious.

When Yi Lin heard this, she had a strange expression and thought to myself that even your own daughter could not be sure of me? Is it that you are looking for a daughter or I am looking for a daughter?

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that the Supreme Master's mentality was broken and drunk, Yi Lin floated cross-legged in the air and said softly: "Based on my understanding and reasoning, if you have to say that so many residents have your daughter, it's only her."

By the way, Yilin contemplated three seconds of silence for the poor honest man Pierre.

The expensive [Ancient Fruit Wine] became the only support for the helpless mage at this moment. He was silent for a while, and didn't know where to put his hand, so he could only pour a big mouthful into his mouth.

"Can't your magic be confirmed?"

Yi Lin knew that the Supreme Master knew a lot of secret techniques, and he didn't know whether the "omnipotent" magic he said could be used to recognize relatives.

"Yes!" The Supreme Master suddenly realized. He seemed to remember his identity as a "master" until this moment, and nodded quickly: "I need one of her hair."

Yi Lin nodded, opened [Su Shadow Following] and got closer. He waved his hand and pulled out a long purple hair from Abigail's head with a "pop".

Abigail, who was playing in the cemetery, felt his scalp itchy, and reached out to touch it, but he didn't care.

The Supreme Mage Parkinson held the long hair tightly in his hand, his eyes turned red, like a gambler who lost clearly in the casino. He clenched the hair, meditated with his eyes closed for more than ten seconds, and then opened his eyes.

In an instant, a sudden burst of surprise, regret, and complex emotions flashed in the Supreme Master's eyes. He lowered his head and looked down: "She is indeed my daughter!"

Yi Lin smiled and said, "Yeah, it's so awesome. You can still recognize your relatives in spells. I'll teach me if you have time."

The Supreme Master's eyes were filled with blood and glared at Yi Lin. He could not hear the hateful farmer teasing him. If it were normal, when there was no threat of food, he would definitely retort without mercy - but now he is not in the mood.

Yi Lin couldn't understand the mage's mood at this moment.

After all, he has no daughter and has not become a father for no reason.

In this situation, what should I say to encourage or comfort the mage?

This feeling is a memory that I just didn't pay attention to at that time?

Not good, not suitable.

Do you want to go back even if you grow the grass you planted?

It's not appropriate, the mage may get angry.

Congratulations on being a father?

It doesn't seem like this sounds good.

Do you still remember the kid next to the Mage Tower by the Forest Lakeside?

The mage is likely to fight him on the spot when he said this.

After thinking for a long time, Yi Lin didn't know what to say, so she could only remain silent.

After a while, the mage finally plucked up the courage, shook his cloak, like a fighter jet stepping on the throttle to the bottom, diving down.

"Bang!"

The mage crawled out of the snow pile in a mess.

Yi Lin covered his eyes speechlessly, and he really couldn't see it. The old father's appearance was so ingenious.

The sudden movement behind him scared the purple-haired girl who was exploring in the cemetery.

The Supreme Master bowed his back, slowly stood up, and exhaled a sip of turbid alcohol.

To be honest, Abigail is indeed as her mother Caroline described, and she likes some ridiculous things. Faced with this strange situation, the normal girl should have a normal reaction to scream and then run away in a delicate manner.

Not only did Abigail not run away, but his eyes lit up and he carefully walked closer to the location where the mage crashed.

"Who are you……?"

Abigail asked curiously.

"I...you, dad, you...I...ah!"

The mage who is usually good at quarrels is now so clumsy that he is as stupid as his brainlessness, and he is incoherent and stuttering. He has not yet drawn up a complete sentence "I am actually your real father" for a long time.

Abigail shrank his neck, as if he was scared by the mage.

Yi Lin couldn't bear to see it anymore and couldn't bear to let the mage face such an important moment alone. He quietly came to the neighborhood, coughed twice, and laughed: "Abigail, why haven't you come home yet? Have you quarreled with your mother again?"

"Uncle Farmer!" Yi Lin had a good impression of Caroline's family of three. Abigail was not wary of Yi Lin and smiled: "No, Dad said he wanted to chat with his mother in the room, and the sound would be a little loud, he asked me to come out to play."

Yi Lin and the mage looked at each other in a speechless manner.

Abigail kicked the snow at his feet and lowered his head and said, "But I'll tell you quietly. Mom usually doesn't like chatting with her father the most. She said that she can't continue chatting for two minutes. It's so boring."

Yi Lin glanced at the mage silently again.

The mage shook his head and stared at him, as if saying, "This is not important, don't look at me."

Yi Lin sighed lightly and decided to help the mage Yuanyuanchang, who was not very smart.

"Abigail, this grandpa, no, this uncle, is helping me on my farm now, I'm so happy."

Abigail tilted his head, looked up and down, his hands trembling and his eyes shivered. His bearded Supreme Master hesitated for a moment and said carefully: "I can't see it..."

The Supreme Master was very injured on the side, so he picked up the cold snow and poured it into his mouth.

"If, I say if..." Yi Lin felt that her tone was like a strange uncle who deceived the ignorant girl: "If there is a vast world outside Gugu Town, where there are people who can fly, fire-breathing birds, water-squirting flowers, and many things you have never seen before, do you want to go and take a look?"

"think!"

Abigail smiled happily.

Yi Lin glanced at the mage and asked again: "If the price is, you can never come back here again?"

Abigail was stunned. She lowered her head and thought for a moment. When she raised her head again, her eyes were bright: "Can you bring your parents with you?"

Yi Lin shook her head: "No."

"Forget it." Abigail pouted, as if he was a little unhappy, and a little regretful: "It's pretty good here too."

What else Yi Lin wants to ask.

However, the Supreme Master used his scarred hand to tremble and grabbed Yi Lin's clothes.

"Let's go."

Abigail looked at the two figures gradually disappearing in the snow in the night and muttered in a low voice: "What a strange uncle."

...

"Is this really good?"

Along the way, the mage remained silent.

He didn't even answer Yi Lin's words.

There is no explanation for why.

He flew towards the direction of the farm in a daze in his cloak.

His hands and feet even seemed to be broken, hanging down softly, letting the cloaked master "hang" back to the farm like a hook machine.

Later, the Supreme Master was soaked in the cellar day and night, and was drunk.

For the remaining winter, the Supreme Master seemed to have turned into a wine barrel.

Never left the cellar a step.

Until,

The third spring.

"The third year, the new spring."

Yi Lin stretched and walked out of the room at six in the morning.

The Supreme Master who had been a wine barrel for several days actually woke up today.

At this moment, he was in front of the mirror, carefully trimming his beard, and carefully combed the curls on his head with high-end hair wax, and his whole body shone with new brilliance.

"Did you figure it out?"
To be continued...