Paintings of Terror
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Title: 不为 Author: Gui Hongluoxue (归鸿落雪) Status: 181 Main Chapters (Completed) When he woke up from the riverside, the Vermillion Bird was broken, his cultivation base was completely lost, and there was a baby waiting to be fed in his arms. Ning Bu was born ruthless and heartless, and was about to throw it back, only to find that this child was connected with his own blood, a real son. The expression on the big devil's face cracked. After escaping from the dead, the once invincible big devil was busy restoring his cultivation, repairing his treasured sword, and... raising his son in a daze. The son was born with a golden core, but why should he cry, pee, and get angry, a small foot can kick his father who has lost his cultivation base three feet away. A generation of demons was fed up with the hard days of feeding rice paste and changing diapers every day, and accidentally saw his mother's figure from his son's sea of ​​knowledge - she was as beautiful as a fairy, and she would rather not be sure that she would definitely change diapers. So instead of changing his face, he carried his son, who wets the bed every day, into the sect where the child's mother was, and sent the child thousands of miles away. The first sect of the sect of self-cultivation, the uncle Chu Jun, the great master of Wu Shi, has been in retreat for five hundred years. Ning Buwei hugged his son and looked at the cold beauty in front of him who had no cultivation base except for her beauty, her expression split again. The child's mother is a man. And it doesn't appear to be changing diapers at all. Chu Jun looked at the lowly and lonely disciple in front of him, and before he could speak, a fat son was stuffed into his arms. "Your son." Chu Jun said the first s entence in five hundred years. "No, it's your son." Ning Buwei answered firmly. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE! FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSE ONLY!!