They Are Not Human!

Chapter 150: Rose Castle 11

Hearing Wen Qing's praise, Xiao Jiyu couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, his cheeks flushed slightly, he bowed his head shyly, and hummed.

Wen Qing looked at his shy appearance, and remembered Ji Yu and Ji Sheng, who were completely opposite to Xiao Jiyu.

Ji Yu hates humans and wants to play with them.

Xiao Jiyu is well-behaved, and can be happy for a while when she is praised.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and remembered what the housekeeper said, the three young masters were created by the master.

Weird torture...

Does the creator of them have to be at least god-level?

Wen Qing only knew three gods, Sikong, Yu Xing and Ji Yu.

It is understandable that the three of them want to be each other's fathers, but they will never have a son who is exactly the same as himself or with the same name as himself.

In the lost track, Ji Yu's son is called Ji Sheng.

Wen Qing thought about it for a long time, but there was no clue about the other owner of the castle.

He asked Xiao Jiyu softly: "Xiao Jiyu, who do you think your father looks like?"

"Sikong, Yu Xing, or you?"

Xiao Jiyu raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and said in a soft voice, "It's not like that."

"Why does my father look like us?"

Wen Qing paused and said slowly, "Because he is your father."

Xiao Jiyu tilted his head and looked at him in confusion: "Does my father look alike to us?"

"But my mother doesn't look like us either."

Wen Qing was silent, which made sense.

He couldn't argue.

If not like...

His father is not any one of Sikong, Ji Yu, and Yu Xing, but he can create three strange-level young masters.

Is it another god?

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she asked Xiao Jiyu curiously, "Is there a portrait of my father?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiyu giggled, as if he had heard a joke: "How could there be a portrait of my father."

Wen Qing puzzled: "Why not."

Xiao Jiyu bent the corners of his mouth and said seriously, "I can't draw it."

Wen Qing didn't understand anymore: "Why can't you draw it?"

Xiao Jiyu was stunned by his question, stared at him blankly for a while, and said slowly, "Because he is a father, he can't draw it..."

Seeing that Wen Qing didn't understand what she was talking about, Xiao Ji Yu pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "I don't know what to say, I, I'm stupid..."

Wen lightly rubbed his head and said softly, "It doesn't matter, when Xiao Jiyu knows what to say, tell me later, okay?"

Xiao Jiyu nodded and responded forcefully: "Yeah!"

"I'll definitely figure it out and tell my mother."

The three-headed dog squatted aside, staring closely at Wen Qing, and slowly moved forward, then moved forward again.

After a while, he moved from the wall to the table.

"clatter-"

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw a tennis ball rolled to his feet, and the three-headed dog squatted behind the chair, looking at him with three pairs of eyes.