Lu Ye was an ordinary young man who had just graduated, until one day, he was bound to the "Gate of Concepts of All Realms".
From that day on, as long as he opens the door of his house, an invincible wife who is full of affection will appear in his house out of thin air.
What's even more outrageous is that he can perfectly inherit all the strength and assets of his wives!
On the first day it opened, the billionaire female CEO was making soup in the kitchen: "Husband, I just bought all the Fortune 500 companies and collected rent for you."
When the door opened the next day, the peerless female swordswoman was mopping the floor in the living room: "Husband, the guy who called himself the Dragon King disturbed you to rest, and he was chopped into ashes by my sword."
When the door opened on the third day, the female interstellar commander knelt at the entrance to change her shoes: "My dear, the Star Destroyer Fleet has been aimed at the Guwu Family and can fire at any time."
The ancestor of vampires, the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Empress, the God of Dark Web AI...
Looking at the house full of wives who can crush the multi-dimensional universe at random, but they fight for favor every day.
Then he looked at the hidden ancestors and the son-in-law of the King of Soldiers who were shouting like crazy outside the door, even though they couldn't beat his own cleaning lady.
Lu Ye sighed helplessly: "I originally just wanted to be an ordinary person, but my wives are too powerful!"
Reader comments
AI novels need to be logical but not logical. The protagonist seems to have two legs. After washing one leg, there is still another pair of legs being washed. Either someone is causing trouble, or on the way to trouble, the cause and effect are erased, and others still come to the door. . . . . . .
AI novels need to be logical but not logical. The protagonist seems to have two legs. After washing one leg, there is still another pair of legs being washed. Either someone is causing trouble, or on the way to trouble, the cause and effect are erased, and others still come to the door. . . . . . .