The High God’s Wife Is a Beautiful Madwoman

Meng Xizhi never in a million years expected that he, a dignified ancient god, would one day become a clingy tagalong, helping someone raise a child and keep them entertained.

Ye Qingyu never in a million years expected that, before her path to becoming the Dream God had even begun, she would already be saddled with two deadweights, one big and one small.

Meng Xizhi: A Yu, I observed the stars last night. Today is auspicious for everything, especially offering myself to you.

Little Snowball: Mother, my dad observed the stars last night. Today is inauspicious for everything, especially sharpening knives and killing people.

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

Bystander A: That father and daughter must have something wrong with their eyes and holes in their heads. They’re seriously ill, beyond any cure, worshipping a bloodthirsty female demon as if she were a treasure. I can’t stop laughing.

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

Bystander D: I heard that when she goes berserk, she likes to twist people’s heads around for fun...

Little Snowball, hands on hips: That’s nonsense! Dad says Mother has the kindest heart.

Meng Xizhi: M-my wife has the kindest... heart!

Ye Qingyu: Where’s my blade...?

(Don’t ask where Bystander C went. The answer is...)