The High God’s Wife Is a Beautiful Madwoman

Meng Xizhi never imagined that one day he, a dignified ancient god, would become a tagalong who looked after someone else's child and kept them entertained.

Ye Qingyu never imagined that before her path to becoming the Dream God had even begun, she would already be saddled with two clingy burdens, one big and one small.

Meng Xizhi: “A Yu, I gazed at the stars last night. Everything is auspicious today, and the most auspicious thing of all is for you to give yourself to me.”

Little Snowball: “Mother, my father gazed at the stars last night. Nothing is auspicious today. The worst thing you could do is sharpen your knife and kill someone.”

Ye Qingyu picked up her ten-meter-long blade, then put it down again...

Bystander A: “That father and daughter must have something wrong with their eyes and a hole in their brains. They're seriously ill, beyond all help. They're treating a female devil who kills without batting an eye like a precious treasure. I can't stop laughing.”

Bystander B: “Someone saw that female devil punch eight spirit beasts to death. Good heavens!”

Bystander D: “I heard when she goes on a rampage, she likes twisting people's heads for fun...”

Little Snowball put her hands on her hips: “Lies! My father says Mother is the kindest person in the world.”

Meng Xizhi: “I... My wife is the kindest...”

Ye Qingyu: “Where's my knife...?”

(Don't ask where Bystander C went. Let's just say...)