Beloved Little Treasure - Chapter 166

Zhang Jian finds that after he worships his ancestors, they would return his favor by giving him some precious cultivation materials.“Young Master Zhang, this is a return from the Lord Envoy for your ancestral worship, an Immortal Family exotic treasure, may you enjoy it!”

Zhuang Shuqing, who is dedicated to her career, throws two hundred yuan bills: “We are all adults, mutual consent is very normal.”After marriage -“Boss, Mrs. Lu has taken out your will to read again.”“Hmm, I have good writing skills, let the children learn more.”“Boss, Mrs. Lu said she has too many enemies and has written a will... to ask you to take a look...”“Who dares to touch my woman?”The little princess ran over, panting, “Daddy, brother took mommy and ran away!”Guard against everything, but it's hard to guard against family thieves. A certain man's handsome face turned completely black, “Someone, send the young master to a deserted island for me!”

Ning Yechen used to be the Demon Lord. He singlehandedly took over the Demon Realm and attacked the Heavenly Realm. His name preceded him throughout the Six Realms. He got tired of fighting, so he quietly went into seclusion and became a happy hermit.One night, an Empress from the Heavenly Realm fell into the Mortal Realm after someone drugged her with an aphrodisiac. She inadvertently fell into his room, and they made out. After the deed, the Empress quietly left. Just when he thought he would never see her again, she showed up in front of him ten years later, bringing a child, saying it was his daughter and demanding accountability from him! “She’s your daughter. You have to be responsible for us!” Ning Yechen was stunned!

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.