Demon Lord 3

Back in the new house, the facilities were better than our old one. Although there were more people living there, we still had some personal space. One evening, I went out for some fresh air and unintentionally saw Guo Tian disciplining her rebellious son. I went over and said a few words to her, telling her to stop and not scold the child like that. Guo Tian seemed not to hear me, and then came over to complain to me. She said he had really changed in the years since I'd seen him. Deep down, I felt there was something more between the mother and son. When we first met, it was because Lin Zhenfei risked his life to save someone in a dangerous situation, which moved Guo Tian. Guo Tian called me aside and whispered, "This child is getting more and more rebellious. He was just scolding Brother Fei. I wonder what Brother Fei will think when he finds out. If Brother Fei hadn't rescued him from that place, he wouldn't be alive today." "I know I haven't done much to educate the child over the years. He probably grew up without his father around. I tried to get him to recognize Brother Fei as his father, but he stubbornly refused. In the end, I couldn't do anything." I shook my head helplessly. I really couldn't help him. This child was truly rebellious, but constantly using this method of beating and scolding wasn't good. No matter what, we had to educate him rationally. Wu Luansen saw this and called me aside, then whispered, "Sister, it's been so many years. Let's catch up. I've known this child was strange for a while now. There must be someone behind him. We don't know exactly who it is, but it feels like they're trying to stir up trouble between us. Even if we're not provoked, the person most likely to be provoked is Lin Zhenfei." Thinking of this, I became wary. Who exactly was the mastermind behind this? Wu Luansen's educational methods are actually quite good. He had previously neglected to discipline his children, but they later reconciled. He was very patient with them in many ways, and their relationship gradually improved. Some children are naturally gifted, while others require nurturing. Take Guo Tian's son, for example. Lin Zhenfei's son not only has a good personality but also doesn't act as rashly as his father. He possesses his father's powerful magic, his mother's magnanimity, and his own set of governing principles. In many ways, he has unparalleled abilities. After experiencing so much, I've come to understand that these unruly children actually feel extremely aggrieved. Perhaps they feel that their father died so easily, their mother found someone new, and their father didn't fulfill his responsibilities. In many ways, it takes two to tango, and this matter is no exception. Lin Zhenfei may have known about these potential problems, but he couldn't do anything about it. His personality and fate destined him to take this path. We, the onlookers, could only offer reminders and assistance. Obligations don't allow us to control other people's lives. For example, with my decisions, my teammates mostly support me, aside from obeying and offering suggestions. There's no inherent right or wrong in the world, it's all about human effort. The brat has been acting up again lately, deliberately picking fights after a few days. Lin Zhenfei usually ignores it, just smiles helplessly, and tries to appease the kid. It's the first time I've seen him treat the kid so well. He always tells the kid that the two get along well, but the kid is completely unresponsive, refusing to listen to anything, only resisting and seeking revenge. Guo Tian gets angry every time and takes the kid back. They haven't eaten with us these past few days, and they don't come when we go out to do missions together. Our paranormal investigation team is thriving. Zhou Erye, as an old acquaintance, is doing very well here, shuttling back and forth between the Big World and the Small World. Zhang Liangzhi has also returned, and we're living a normal life here. I asked everyone if they wanted to go to the Big World or stay here, and everyone said they wanted to go to the Big World. I asked if they felt even a little bit reluctant to leave. But everyone fell silent. Indeed, despite their reluctance, they had to look forward. If they had only been captivated by this small pond, they wouldn't have come this far to walk the same path as us. Some would leave, and some would scatter, but at least those who persevered to this day shared a common goal. Although we all ended up together, our purposes were different. Some were searching for their loved ones, some were trying to save their families, and others, like us, were seeking the true meaning of life. I want to see in the end whether it will be darkness or light, vibrant colors or an abyss.