A Baby Angel Falls from the Sky: The Entire Cultivation World Fights to Pamper Her

I'm Nuonuo, and I have five dads.

One carves me a wooden sword;

one makes me sugar beans;

one takes me dragon riding;

one hangs the moon for me;

and one says every day that he doesn't miss me, yet waits by the door every day for me to call out to him.

Later, everyone in the cultivation world came, saying they wanted to be my dad too. I counted and counted, but there were too many.

"Stop crowding! I'll give you all a hug, okay?"