When 'God' Decides To Start Over-Chapter 782 - 312 Ruining Childhood

The figure on the platform was a girl as pristine as an ethereal spirit, surprisingly, it was Li Xiu’s sister.

When the little train came to a complete stop, the carriage Li Xiu was in happened to stop right in front of Han Ling’Er.

"Xiao Xiu, let’s go home." Han Ling’Er reached out her hand, smiling gently.

Li Xiu stared blankly at Han Ling’Er. He knew it was impossible for Han Ling’Er to be here, but the Han Ling’Er in front of him was the spitting image of his sister from his memories, down to every subtle expression, and even Li Xiu couldn’t find a flaw.

Li Xiu didn’t move, but Han Ling’Er walked over, took his hand, and pulled him down from the little train.

Li Xiu wanted to resist, but suddenly found himself completely powerless, being directly pulled off the train by Han Ling’Er.

This startled Li Xiu tremendously, because he found not only was he weak, but his body had undergone a strange transformation.

His originally robust arms had become short and thin, and the clothes he wore were no longer the snug outfit, but rather the clothes he wore when Han Ling’Er brought him back from the orphanage as a child.

The Demon Spirit Ring, Symbiotic Contract, and such were nowhere to be seen. No matter how Li Xiu summoned them, there was no response.

Li Xiu was horrified to discover that his body had turned into the small form of his childhood, only reaching Han Ling’Er’s waist in height.

Looking around, there was no little train or Jade Tunnel; this was clearly the small town where he grew up.

"Xiao Xiu, let’s go home. From now on, sister will take care of you," Han Ling’Er said tenderly, holding Li Xiu’s small hand.

Li Xiu sighed inwardly. Looking at the gentle-faced Han Ling’Er, he found himself somewhat unable to distinguish whether this was an illusion or reality.

Li Xiu, led by Han Ling’Er, walked towards the old house. Every plant and tree on the street was a familiar sight to him.

These scenes played out like a historical recollection, just as he had followed Han Ling’Er home back then.

Everything was the same, the only difference being that it was just him and Han Ling’Er in the town; the residents who once lived there were nowhere to be found.

Han Ling’Er took Li Xiu back to the old house, washed his face, and then let him sit on a small stool.

"Don’t worry, dinner will be ready soon," Han Ling’Er sat beside, with a pile of firewood in front of her, roasting a sizzling little beast over the fire.

This scene was exactly the same as before. Li Xiu looked at the roasting meat over the fire, which looked somewhat like a little pig, yet somewhat different.

Back then, Li Xiu was too young to know what Han Ling’Er was roasting. He thought it was a suckling pig, but now he realized it was something he had never seen before.

After a while, Han Ling’Er took a small knife, sliced a piece from the fragrant roasted meat, placed it on a plate, and presented it to Li Xiu, smiling, "This little thing was really sly. It took me a lot of effort to catch it from a very deep hole. Try and see if it’s good."

Li Xiu stared blankly at Han Ling’Er and the roasted meat on the plate. He remembered, Han Ling’Er had said the same thing back then, but he didn’t understand the meaning and just drooled over the roasted meat.

Back then, Li Xiu immediately began wolfing down the meat after receiving the plate, not thinking much, just feeling the roast was too delicious.

But now hearing it again, his mind was no longer on whether the roast was fragrant or not.

"Could this roasted little beast be the King of the Bottomless Pit?" Li Xiu accepted the plate, looking at the aromatic roast with a complicated expression.

"What are you waiting for? Eat up." Han Ling’Er rested her chin in her hand, looking at him with lively, smiling eyes.

Li Xiu hesitated for a moment, then picked up the roasted meat with chopsticks and tasted it.

It was, surprisingly, still the unforgettable flavor, truly delicious.

Even though he knew everything happening now wasn’t real, he still felt a bit of warmth in his heart.

This was the beginning of his happy childhood, and it seemed like his memories started to become clearer from here.

Before Han Ling’Er took him from the orphanage, Li Xiu couldn’t remember much. Perhaps because he was too young, he only vaguely remembered his parents being killed by demons and being sent to the orphanage; everything else was too blurry.

After Li Xiu swallowed the piece of meat, he felt a strange warmth filling his body, feeling as comfortable as if he had just soaked in a hot spring.

This was different from before, because Li Xiu clearly remembered that back then, after eating this piece of roasted meat, he rushed to the outhouse multiple times throughout the night, fell severely ill, and ran a high fever.

He vaguely remembered that Han Ling’Er took care of him for several days before he gradually recovered.

"What’s fake is ultimately fake." Li Xiu sighed inwardly.

After seeing Li Xiu finish eating that piece of roast, Han Ling’Er cut another piece from the little beast and placed it on his plate.

"Xiao Xiu, eat slowly, don’t rush, there’s plenty. Tell sister if you want anything in the future."

Li Xiu looked at Han Ling’Er and continued eating the roast. This time the roast tasted the same, but it lacked that warm sensation.