New Father: Empress Appearing On My Doorstep With Our Daughters - Chapter 857 - 857 This couple is really a natural-born pair of demons!

The mountain man, an immortal, roams the peak of Qingyun.In the furnace of Yin Yang, he refines, The Great Dao Path stirs within his heart.Luo Chen traverses through the Cultivation World, empowered with a Proficiency Panel. With pill refinement and Qi refinement, he steps towards the Path of Longevity.

Li Jing, the apocalyptic wood-type superpower, traveled back to the cannon fodder female supporting role reborn in the era novel.

As a vicious cannon fodder, the original owner abandoned her husband and beat her stepsons and stepdaughters for true love. In the end, she was abandoned by everyone and died miserably on the street. Once she was reborn, she directly sought death.

Li Jing: “…” True love, love someone, isn’t the food delicious?

As a person who has been devastated by the apocalypse, Li Jing has only one wish – to eat.

Li Jing never tired of farming, breeding, opening restaurants, anything related to food, and accidentally became a well-known private kitchen owner.

The three cubs who were abused by the original owner were also raised by her casually and became bosses.

The eldest is a business tycoon, the second is a top hacker, and the youngest daughter has also become a Grand Slam Best Actress.

Li Jing couldn’t help but sigh: Life is now complete.

A forgotten technology boss: Wife, did you forget something?

PS: Both men and women are clean

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Usually, I just move on even if I dislike something in a novel. But when the villain twins killed Daisy, my favorite character, I couldn’t help but express my dissatisfaction. … And then, I transmigrated.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.