The Favorite of the Xuanmen Group: the Three-Year-Old Patriarch Is Cute but Can Fight

The founder of Xuanmen was reborn and became a little baby three thousand years later. She painted talismans, refined magic weapons, stepped on the divine sword, and killed wildly along the way. She thought she could lead the sect to fly, but who can tell her why the entire sect is obsessed with raising children! ! ? Stop pampering, stop pampering! I don't want clothes or cakes, I don't want to hear stories, and I don't want you to coax me to sleep! Besides! Don't call me junior sister! I am your ancestor! The new apprentice was obedient and sensible, and won Jiang Cangcang's heart until she learned the truth. "Master of Xuanming Sect?" "It's me." "Regent of the Great Yong Dynasty?" "Me too." "Su Rijing, a young disciple of Wuxi Sect?" "It's still me." The cunning and beautiful fox pressed forward step by step: "Master, you always love your juniors, can you allow your disciples to overstep their bounds for once?" Jiang Cangcang only replied with one word: "Get lost."