Zhou Jingchuan died defending Shuiyun City, and his remains were buried in a tomb.
Three years later, his little girl Suisui, who had just turned six, was bold enough to open his tomb and coffin.
She made Zhou Jingchuan’s skeleton her spirit pet.
And just like that, a father became his little girl’s battle companion.
“Dad, your younger brother wants to kick Mom and me out.”
Zhou Jingchuan tilted his stark-white skull and thought for a moment before saying to Shen Zhiyi, “Honey, I’ll go break Jing’an’s legs. Let’s see him bully Suisui then!”
“Dad, I want a little turtle.”
“Sure. I heard the ten-thousand-year-old Turtle King in the Netherwater Pool outside the city has laid eggs. I’ll sneak one back for you.”
“Dad, I want candied hawthorn.”
“Okay. I’ll plant you a hawthorn tree. Then you and your mom will have more candied hawthorn than you can eat.”
“Dad, Mom hit me. Help me hit her back.”
Zhou Jingchuan reached out, snapped off one of his own ribs, and handed it to Shen Zhiyi. “Honey, if the child misbehaves, use this to hit her!”
Suisui: …
A woman hiding her cultivation, a lawless child, and a bone demon lord who dotes on his wife and daughter above all else: what kind of sparks will fly when the three of them are together?
