Chapter 53 Family, We Are All Family

"Father?"

Klein looked at Ah Fu in a daze. He actually saw expressions of concern, anxiety, and panic on the usually funny face of the Husky.

"Ha, ha, ha, Clown Klein, you are wrong," Klein wanted to tell the "Face-Covering Clown" who had been eliminated:
"I... am not exactly like his dog... I'm not even a fucking dog...!"

……

Old Blue was a little speechless. Klein, who are you calling father? According to my age, I am old enough to be called a grandfather, right?
Hmm... Mr. Azik is at least 1,500 years old, right? That doesn't mean he is still... Bah, nonsense!
And Ah Fu, damn, he finally learned to speak? What the hell is he yelling about...

He felt a little weak, but it wasn't because of blood loss. The kitchen knife stabbed into his chest and was stuck by his strong muscles...

"Klein, don't make that expression. This injury is nothing compared to your career as a Substitute Punisher, or even your long-term military career."

Old Bruce bulged his muscles, and the wound on his chest stopped bleeding instantly. He continued:

"It's good for your body to drain the blood that has accumulated just now... I just consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so I look tired. Haha, you know, the angry people don't improve their spirituality much."

With the sound of heartbeats like thunder, Old Blue's injuries were getting better rapidly.

Klein, who was sitting at the dining table, finally felt relieved. He knelt on the red dining table, stretched his hands forward, bent his upper body, and placed his head, which had just been touched, on the blood-stained table.

Boom!
It was the sound of the forehead hitting the table, and also the thunderous sound of the old man's heartbeat.

"I am willing to take care of you in your old age and I am willing to see you to the end of your life. From today on... I am your family."

Old Blue's heartbeat was thumping loudly. He could see that even though he was lying on the dining table, Klein was still taller than him.

He could tell that the voice was filled with great determination and resolve...

“Fuck… Family, who understands… I have become Klein’s family, so, family, you are also Klein’s family!”

"But how did things develop to this point? I swear on my life that I did not design or arrange the script!"

"Is this also a coincidence? Are you kidding me about the essence?"

"Is it 0-08? They arranged this for me? They want to kill me? To flatter me to death?"

Old Bruce had a complicated expression and a confused mind. He wanted to say:
"Okay, Klein, from now on my flowers will be inherited by you..."

Papa! He slapped himself twice, gathered his chaotic thoughts, and said:

"Klein, you're not in good condition... You've lost too much blood since just now. This can't be cured by extraordinary abilities. You need to recuperate for a few days. Remember to eat some nutritious food."

Seeing that Klein did not move and was still lying on the table, Old Blue felt somewhat helpless. He propped himself up, took a step forward, touched Klein’s head with his right hand, and said:
"Perhaps you are wondering why I am so... well, so special and interested in you. Why, out of so many people, I am the only one who is optimistic about you and willing to invest in you... Perhaps these doubts led to what happened today."

"You may not remember that day, you fell asleep in the carriage and talked in your sleep... maybe it was just a dream..."

Klein's body trembled. He propped himself up with his rough hands and looked at the old man. "His eyes are still clear..."

"You said, well, you said one word, should it be a word, 'go home.'"

"Go home..." Klein repeated, pronouncing the word in a fluent and accurate manner... in Chinese. Old Blue took his hand off Klein's head, returned to his chair, and said:
"'Go home'... I come from an ancient family. There are some books and secrets passed down in the family, as well as a word passed down from generation to generation. The pronunciation is... 'Go home', which means returning to the place of one's birth."

"Klein, I heard the words you said. Even if others heard them, they wouldn't be able to understand them."

"You...are either distantly related to my family, or...you and I are from the same place, we have the same origin."

We are all time travelers? Old Blue, Old Blue, at this time of heart-to-heart talk, you are still using half-truths to fool me... You are such a bastard.

"go home……"

Klein chewed on this word, his eyes gradually brightening. He had heard the family stories told by Old Blue when he was a Fool, but he had never heard him tell the story of the word "go home"... Thinking about it carefully, the book they passed down actually recorded the honorific name of "Tianzun"... It would not be surprising if there were other names.

"I didn't expect that my identity was exposed because of my dream talk... That's why Old Blue took special care of me. Not only did he explain various extraordinary secrets to me, but he also supported me in life..."

"So it seems that the senior time traveler... should not have been able to return home... What about Emperor Roselle? Did he also pass on the wish of 'returning home' to his descendants?"

"What about me? Can I go home? Dad, Mom..."

"Now, how should I explain to Old Blue? Am I his relative? Or should I confess? A time traveler? No, no, that's impossible... Even though I want to treat him like a family member in the future, some secrets must be kept... Klein, you are such a bastard..."

"My family also has the word 'go home' passed down? How come Benson and Melissa don't know about it..."

Old Blue looked at Klein who was thinking, and thought to himself, "Klein, please don't tell me the truth... It would be so embarrassing if you told me the truth, and it would make me look like a bad person..."

Not disappointing Old Blue’s earnest expectations, Klein spoke excitedly after thinking doubtfully:

"I see... I don't know if we are related by blood, but we probably have the same origin. You may have heard of a man, Emperor Roselle..."

"what?"

Old Blue was a little confused, but he reacted quickly. He rushed towards Klein, covered his mouth as he was speaking, and complained madly in his heart:

“Is Klein going to claim himself as Roselle’s descendant? Damn, this is really… courting death…”

“Even if you are not Roselle’s descendant, as long as you admit it… maybe the person from outer space can use the connection to contaminate you…”

“Wuwu…” Klein was a little confused. He had already made up an excuse. That’s right, he just wanted to recognize his ancestor. Roselle…

The fellow villager has become an ancestor. Oh, Russell is not a serious person. The diary is full of garbage...

He didn't expect that the old man, who seemed a little tired just now, suddenly jumped up and interrupted his made-up nonsense...

"Klein," the old man's tone was very kind and gentle, but it also had an unquestionable sense of majesty:

"I'm not telling you this to find out your secrets. Just like I didn't tell you my family name, you don't need to, and you can't, tell me your true origins..."

"Because I never thought of doubting you."

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