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Yue Yuehong sneered, "In any case, I am still the daughter of an official. I am just the daughter of an official, and I live outside, and the waiters and servants of any shop or shop, and even the beggars all extend their dirty hands to me. I live here, and the guests are all the sons of officials and rich families, so why should I leave?"

"Isn't there still death?" She didn't know why, but in front of this red moon, she felt as if she was shorter by a level.

Yue Hongyan coldly looked at her. "Haven't you already died several times? How come you still haven't died?"

There were many reasons why Li Jun didn't die …

"Do you think that you are unbeatable to your parents?" Yue Hong lazily waved her hand.

"You should be glad that you had a good brother who didn't send me off when meeting this noble person."

Yue Hong suddenly became angry.

Little Sister Li originally thought that she would hear some shocking plot, but did not expect to be ridiculed by others. She angrily stood up and left.

Yue Hong, who was originally lazy, suddenly sat up straight. As she watched Little Sister Li's back, her eyes were filled with sentimental envy. If only she was Little Sister Li, then how much better she would be.

"Father, mother, how will I meet you in the underworld?" Yue Hong sorrowfully threw herself on the bed. She had given up her surname because she didn't want her parents in the underworld to be disturbed. How could she still have the face to see her parents?

Xiaoyu looked at her son and said, "This is not bad. Both tall and short, fat and skinny are up to your standards."

Nezha looked at it and shook his head, "This person's teeth are bad."

Do you think you're a beauty pageant? Little Fishy was about to fly into a rage again, but little Nezha sighed faintly, "Looks like mother is still the best."

"Next." When Nine Nights heard this, what was so special about it? If he stuck to Little Fishy and did not let go, then not only would he lose all of his' sexual blessings', he would also have to be wary of even the most intimate actions. It was truly not worth it.

Little Nezha, who was hiding behind the pearl curtain, arched his head in Little Fishy's embrace with a proud smile on his face. Actually, they were very easy to coax.

Walking up to him was an eight to nine-year-old little girl. Nezha's eyes lit up. This girl, especially her pair of black and white eyes, was extremely beautiful.

Xiaoyu saw that she was still a child, so she waved her hand and said, "Tell her to go."

"No, I want her." The little Nezha screamed.

"It is shameful to employ child labour." The little fish saw that the night was gone, so it patted his buttocks, afraid that the night would hurt.

"Your abuse of babies is even more despicable." Little Nezha complained about Little Fishy's crimes.

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, "I'm your mother."

It was only natural for a mother to beat her son up.

"I'm her master, so it's natural for her to serve me." Little Nezha pointed at the little girl outside the bead curtain confidently.

Little Fishy was speechless. Little Nezha's adaptability was much faster than hers, and he was so young that he looked like one.

"Nezha, we are leaving Beijing." Fishy reminded him not to act like a young master. She would rather see him eat until he was fully clothed.

"Are you trying to say that I'm following a young master, that I'm much more noble than the young master? I'm the young master, and the current emperor's grandson has a high bloodline. How can the young master compare to me?"

The little Nezha stared at the little girl without blinking. "As long as I'm willing, it's only natural that eight people will serve me. I'm already feeling wronged enough."

"As for the ones that live in seclusion, I have my own life. Even if I don't affect you, don't affect me." He wanted this little girl.

The little Nezha didn't realize that his liking now was a bit different from when he first passed through. He liked children his age even more, but unfortunately, his age now consisted of nothing but sleep and food, so he took a step back and went to find a few younger girls. He didn't interfere with them, so why did they have to interfere with him?

"I want her. I want her." The little Nezha acted like he was bitten by an ant, twisting and turning, refusing to compromise. It was rare for him to like a person, and he even wanted to take it away.

"This is dictatorship. Hegemonism." Nezha's Twisting Force was the same as Night Nine's.

"Alright, alright, let her be." Night Nine held up the white flag first.

"How can I do that?" Little Fishy opposed it, firmly opposed it.

"Little Nezha should have a playmate, so we can leave her to accompany little Nezha and find a bigger one to watch him." Nine Nights explained.

"Alright then." Two to one, Little Fishy was more democratic. Okay, then she would stay, she didn't need to spend her silver anyways. She gloomily watched the people in the center of the yard change from one to the other like lanterns, and was drowsy.

While Nezha was in high spirits, he pinched Little Fishy's face, "Mother, what do you think of that girl?"

Xiaoyu yawned, "I'm fine."

"What about that?"

"Not bad."

"What about that?"

"Sure."

The little Nezha was angry, "Mother, you don't care about me."

Xiaoyu was startled and asked in high spirits, "Why do I not care about you?"

If she didn't care about him, why would she give birth to him?

"Don't you know that early childhood education is important? "Look at your attitude. It's as if this has nothing to do with you." Little Nezha grieved.

Xiaoyu mustered up her courage and looked at Nezha, "You want me to make the decision for you?"

"You are my mother." If he didn't want to maintain his good image of a handsome man, he would definitely cry and scold his heartless mother. Ah, it's really unfortunate to be her son, it's not good for dad to marry anyone, so why did he have to marry this responsible old lady?

"So you want me to make a decision?" Little Fishy's eyes narrowed into slits, yawning one after another. Little Nezha had no doubt that if she laid down, she would throw him to the side and sleep on her own.

"Of course, if you don't decide, then who else can? Aren't you my mother?" The moment the words left his mouth, little Nezha felt that something bad was about to happen.

Fishy heard what she wanted to hear and was no longer sleepy. She pointed at a cute girl and said, "That's her."

The little Nezha wanted to cry, but no tears came out. She cheated on him.

"We are the ones who chose to take care of you, not the beauty pageant. You made a bunch of bewitching women, and you can only look but not eat them, could it be that you want me to find a young and beautiful stepmother?"

The little fish asked Nezha with a fake smile.

Nono, no matter how bad a mother is, she's still a real mother. There's something I can say, but no matter what, there's always something that's fake about your dad. Only your mom can't fake it.

"Alright, I'll take her." Little Nezha finally lowered his noble head in front of reality.