Daddy Is The Villain Immortal Monarch (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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"Try it?" Immortal Lord Guangling raised his eyebrows.

Although it was the first time to cook, he was confident.

The fox cub had already buried his chubby face in the small bowl, unable to lift his head when he ate.

Lingmi, Lingquan water, and Lingguo boiled porridge water, although too sweet and greasy, but also delicious!

When she was still young, she liked sweets, and she only thought that this bowl of sweet fruit porridge was the greatest delicacy.

What's more, it was cooked by her father himself.

Only for cubs.

No one else has.

Secretly delighted in her heart, Zhizhi grinned happily, her tail wagging involuntarily.

When the small bowl was empty, she put down the small bowl and exclaimed happily, "Delicious!"

After the little guy finished eating this bowl, he went to take another bowl and prepared to taste it slowly. He also gave his father a bowl and said happily, "Dad eats it too. It's delicious."

Today, she saw that Immortal Guangling's face was fine and her injuries were okay, so she felt relieved. While eating happily, she said to her father, "Apart from my mother, my father's cooking is the best!"

Because it was genuinely delicious, she felt extremely happy.

Even if it may not be particularly delicious, because it was made by him, Zhizhi thought it was the best meal.

Not to please him.

Rather, she genuinely affirmed everything he did for her.

Looking at the happy little chubby face of this cub, Immortal Guangling snorted and took a sip.

Although the entrance is too sweet, this spiritual honey can also be turned into spiritual energy, so it doesn't matter if you eat more.

Obviously, genius is genius.

Cooking for the first time, barely overturned.

Seeing that the little guy was full and looked at himself with an empty bowl, Immortal Guangling raised his eyebrows and asked, "I make it for you every day?"

Do it a few times to gain experience.

"That's a lot of delay for Dad." Zhizhi shook her head and said with a flick of her tail, "Just do it once in a while. Mother is the same way. We cultivators don't have to cook every day."

My mother doesn't cook every day.

In fact, compared to cooking, it was her father's heart that made her feel happier.

The little guy snuggled up beside Immortal Emperor Guangling again, and the little chubby claw clung to his long drooping hair and whispered, "Daddy keeps Zhizhi in his heart every day, and loves Zhizhi every day, more than anything. It's all important." She was good at contentment, and Xianjun Guangling hooked the corners of his mouth and said in a harmonious voice, "You can be more self-willed."

"It's already self-willed." Zhizhi said hurriedly.

"Be more capricious."

"Then next time." The father and daughter were talking together, and Lin Qingya walked in and asked, "Master, the swing in the Peach Blossom Forest in Houshan..."

Today he saw a small swing in a peach blossom forest in the back mountain.

A very beautiful swing, made of thousand-year-old black iron, very strong, and even the seat is made of 10,000-year-old Qinghai wood... Seeing such a swing, Lin Qingya vaguely thought that it was probably prepared for Zhizhi.