Milk Balls Dropped from the Sky: the Whole World of Immortals Is Scrambling to Be Their Favorites

My name is Nuo Nuo and I have five fathers. One cuts a wooden sword for me; One makes jelly beans for me; One took me to ride a big dragon; One hangs the moon for me; There is another one who says he doesn't want me every day, and squats at the door every day waiting for me to call him. Later, people from the world of cultivating immortals came and said they wanted to be my father. I counted them, but I couldn't count them. "Stop squeezing, let's hug each other, are you successful?"