Douluo Dalu: The Young Master Is Delicate and Frail

/Food Souls fanfiction / Douluo Dalu fanfiction / With a bit of my personal taste

For ten years, he broke people's ribs without anyone knowing. Then, in a single morning, he was stabbed and sent to the Netherworld, and the whole world heard about it. As the only son of the God of Food, Yi Qiao felt he wasn't getting the treatment he deserved.

The Myriad Forms Array understood the young man's thoughts and sent the boy, fresh back from the Netherworld, to another world in an instant.

Yi Qiao: ?

“Damn it, you think you can bully me because I just woke up and can't use the Myriad Forms Array again?!” Yi Qiao pinched his cheek, thinking his frailty had flared up and turned him into a child again. But after several days with no change, he realized he'd run into another one of the Myriad Forms Array's stupid bugs.

Fine, he might as well treat it as a trip to another world.

Hm? A pretty little boy just fell into my lap. Nice, I'll raise him.

And so, Yi Qiao's happy child-rearing journey came to an abrupt end halfway through: the boy started raising him instead.

Yi Qiao: I lived more than ten years longer than him for nothing.

Nan Tinghan: I'm older than you, so call me big brother, or I'll beat you up.

The Food Souls wailed in despair: Our young master has been kidnapped!!

Faced with Yi Qiao struggling helplessly in his arms, Nan Tinghan remained unmoved. “Mine.”

Naturally domineering, aloof top Nan Tinghan

Delicate, soft, cheat-powered little God of Food bottom Yi Qiao

“Qiao Qiao, stop lying to me. I'll go crazy.” The boy went limp in his arms, tears soaking a patch of fabric. “Would I dare...?”