Mu Xuanyang was annoyed. All he'd done was go to sleep, but when he woke up, he'd become the biggest villain in the lower realm. A few tiny sprouts, easy to wipe out with a snap of his fingers, were clinging to his clothes and gazing up at him pitifully.
Fortunately, aside from raising children, this “person” didn't have many other interests. He'd start by beating up those protagonists who were destined to spend at least three years in prison.
But why were these cannon-fodder heroines looking at him so strangely?
The golden-eyed dragon girl pulled him into her arms and gently twirled a strand of his hair. “Godfather, you still haven't given me a kiss today.”
The expressionless witch tightened her grip on the rope, her gaze inscrutable. “Mister, did I do something to make you angry?”
The Holy Maiden of the Nine Heavens kissed his cheek and whispered, “Brother Xuanyang, face reality. You're my child husband, you know...”
When Mu Xuanyang finally realized he'd raised them wrong, he silently grumbled to himself:
I thought of you as family, but you think of me as a lover?!
