The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated - Chapter 242: Freaking Stimulating

[Cute baby + group pet + face slap + five and a half year old boss]

Five-and-a-half years old, the real daughter of the real daughter with the fate of Tiansha Lone Star, was taken home.

The Bo family is extremely disgusted:

“The broom star is back, and in a few days, we will all have to die.”

“Let her live outside, I will never allow her to step into the house for half a step.”

“What kind of thing is she! Our daughter is only Xiaoxue!”

After Bo Ya moved into Bo’s house——

The old man Bo, who was seriously ill and was afraid that Bo Ya would be bullied, made a miraculous recovery, with a rosy face and an extra twenty years of life would not be a problem!

The investment failed and faced bankruptcy, but Bo Erye, who maintained Bo Ya everywhere, accidentally pulled a huge investment and made a lot of money!

Aunt Bo, who had failed to cultivate orchids and wished to apologize to her death, that night, the orchids came back to life strangely, and there were two more pots!

The Bo family, who ridiculed Bo Ya and lived a more miserable life: “…”

…

The top banquet, the gathering of bigwigs in various fields——

The bosses plopped down and knelt down: Little Highness, why did you come to the world?

Bo Ya, the little princess of the devil world: Dad is gone, I’m here to find Dad.

The big bosses are full of fear: … His Majesty the Demon Lord, his old man is also here?

…

Although Bo Xue’er is the fake daughter of the Bo family, but at a young age, she is already smart enough to be a monster.

She is the youngest disciple of the Tianyi Sect, Bai Xue from the Hacker Alliance, and the best student of a well-known piano professor…

Bo Ya: It’s so miserable, I’m just a useless crow spirit.

Actually:

The master of Tianyimen, her apprentice, the hacker alliance she created, and the piano teaching her students, she can save a person with a breath of death.

The handsome young man with high power and high position curved his lips evilly and hooked his fingers lightly: Come on, take a few more sips from me.

Thin Bud: “…”

- Description from novelbuddy

In the realm of Nexaria, where elemental spirits and divine beings shape the fate of the world as a land of mortals striving to become gods against the demons of the Abyssal universe, a young boy named Lassim Vanthar embarks on an extraordinary journey of advancement, adventure and becoming a bastion for those around him in their fight against the Dragal.Born into a noble family with a legacy of Fire elemental martial prowess, Lassim possesses an unparalleled gift on his 8th birthday—a connection to two differing elemental spirits, a feat unheard of in the history of his world. A gift and a tampering of the order until now that is an omen. It is a sign of the Gods influencing the future fate of Nexaria on a more serious level.Lassim must harness the power of his dual spirits to protect his loved ones and confront the looming threat of the Abyss' encroachment on his universe, but one step at a time as he grows from just a tool of the God's to a major power as the hero ofnot only Nexaria, but the entire universe.Lassim faces daunting challenges, battles fierce adversaries, and unlocks the mysteries of his own destiny that has been tampered with by the Gods of this universe. How will he react and adapt to his situations?

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.

She roused from a pool of blood, vowing to exact retribution on those who had harmed her.