Necromancer Of The Shadows - Chapter 1022 A Shard Of Realm Glyphs And Conflict (Part 4)

The richest man, the Su family, suddenly has a three-year-old baby! Everyone thought that this little baby girl was the illegitimate daughter of Su Laoqi, a playboy in the entertainment industry. Who knew that the seven brothers of the Su family knelt down in a row and called her aunt!

All the people in Beicheng laughed to death: What does your aunt do except drink milk? It’s better that my aunt would embroider for me.

Su Laoqi: What is embroidery? My aunt can catch ghosts, monsters and zombies. She is top-notch in the world. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laoliu: My aunt can fly a sword and chase a plane. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laowu: My aunt knows how to use Guimen Thirteen Needles to treat diseases. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laosi: My aunt can figure skate five times. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laosan: My aunt can kill five at will in the game, can your aunt do it?

Su Laoer: My aunt has won awards for Chinese painting, oil painting and ink painting. Can your aunt do it?

Boss Su: My aunt can help my company make one billion a day, can your aunt do the same?

Later, when the Su family’s sister-in-law grew up, she quietly fell in love with her childhood sweetheart. The seven sons of the Su family roared in unison: Stay away from my aunt!

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Mum ran away, dad’s crippled, and I’m about to be sold to a brothel.

Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you’ve taken from me, regurgitate it.

If you’ve seized what’s mine, return it.

All scumbags, clear off.

A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: “My lady, if you’re this fiery and domineering at night, your husband…”

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: “My dear, come warm the bed~”

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