Whether she's a little fish from the Righteous Alliance or a little fish from the Valley of Evil, she's still just a fish in a pond.
But she's a little fish, not a little pig. Sometimes, she can leap over the Dragon Gate, too.
To this day,
Tang Xiaolin absolutely refuses to admit that her father has combed her hair for her ever since she was little. It's not that she doesn't have a mother. That's right! She'll say it again! She does have a mother! It's just that her mother... doesn't want to come back...
Tang Yuan couldn't describe how he felt when he returned from a mission that day and saw a bamboo basket outside his home. He had just slaughtered his target's entire family. He came back seething with murderous rage, his fitted clothes stained with blood, though he couldn't tell whether it was his own or his target's. Yet the sleeping child in the basket looked so gentle and carefree.
His armor was spattered with blood. He crouched down, gently removed his mask, and looked at her. Then, suddenly, he smiled.
Attached to the basket was also a note: You take care of the child for now. I'll come back to check on her.
By the way, it's a girl, so take it easy.
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As Tang Meng, I like to hear about domestic sales.