The ancient god of death, Ling Jiuxiao, fell away three hundred years ago. The first thing he did when he woke up in a rental house in the city was to find milk powder for the little girl with a crooked bun in his arms.
"Dad, mom said that if she finds you, she will have a family." Xiao Nuomi raised her face, her eyes bright as if she were holding two stars.
One second, he cut off the demon king's head with a sword, and the next second, he was squatting at the door of the kindergarten holding a "little glutinous rice" pick-up sign. The parent group circulates the news every day: "Does Xiao Nuomi's father have any special abilities?" - Indeed, he did. He just used the Ancient Nine Heavens Sword Intent to carve an apple lotus flower for his daughter yesterday, and the whole class of parents was silent for three days.
The pursuers came from the three realms. Ling Jiuxiao held his daughter with one hand and drew his sword with one hand. Before the sword energy surged into the sky, he turned back to confirm - fortunately, his daughter was not awake.
Later, Su Xiaoxiao, his ex-girlfriend who dumped him, came to visit. This woman is not only a spy from the fairy world, but also ordered to track down the remaining soul of the Demon King sealed in Xiao Nuomi. But what she saw was: at three o'clock in the morning, the man who once made the three worlds tremble was using his spiritual power to heat milk for his daughter. The water temperature was accurate to 37 degrees, just because "the girl will cry if she is heated."
Su Xiaoxiao asked if it was worth it. Ling Jiuxiao lowered his head to tuck the quilt corners of the sleeping little Nuomi, and said in a very soft voice: "The first time she called me daddy, it was worth it."
In order to raise a cub and gain cultivation, the father and daughter teamed up to blow up the Three Realms. He only recognizes one truth in his life——
You can touch me, but my daughter has asked about this sword.
