Jiang Wan died suddenly after staying up late, inserting himself into the sadistic novel he wrote, and became the little cannon fodder that feeds the fish at the beginning.
Facing the male protagonists who would stir up bloodshed in the three realms in the future—their miserable cub versions at the moment, she silently took out the breeding notebook.
The first stage: picking up cubs, raising cubs, and secretly complaining.
She dug the poor little prince out of the snow and wrote in her diary that night: "It looks so good when he cries. I want to raise him."
She bandaged the wound of the dying young demon master and jotted down: "The fluffy tail feels good, I want to stroke it."
She took in a helpless demon orphan and made a serious note: "He has a sinister look in his eyes and has a high potential for blackening, so he must be smooth."
Jiang Wan worked diligently and felt stable. When the cubs grow into thick thighs, she can lie down peacefully and be carried away, enjoying herself.
The second stage: The cub has grown bigger, its wings have become stronger, and the diary has become leaky.
One day, her tightly hidden notebook was spread out in front of the Supreme Being of the Three Realms.
The Human Emperor, who has ascended the throne and is in charge of life and death, stroked the page and chuckled like a knife: "Sister, 'want to raise'... What kind of raising method is it specifically?"
The unruly Demon King, who rules all demons, swung his tail lightly and wrapped it around her ankle: "If you touch your tail, you must be responsible."
The demon king, who was in charge of the abyss and full of rage, came closer, his breath wrapped around the tips of his ears: "Smooth hair? I'm feeling uneasy right now. Sister... Will you comb it yourself?"
Jiang Wan looked at the cubs she had picked up in the past. Now they all had dark eyes and dangerous smiles, and slowly backed away.
Help!
What about the promised retirement care? How come I got myself involved!
# Breeding notes turned into evidence of crime#
#I just want to take care of myself but they want to stay with me until they grow old (Physics)#
#OnHow to Survive Hardly Surrounded by a Group of Black Gangsters#
Intention: "Love is not about dragging darkness into the light, but about letting the darkness itself learn how to love itself. The real redemption is to give the abyss the courage to gaze at the stars, and to plant unique flowers with your own hands in the fate of destruction."