Warlock Apprentice - Chapter 1716: Section 1717 Most Suitable

“For a long time, we humans have been like the chosen race, without any natural enemies, and have long been at the top of the food chain. Unfortunately, I have to tell you...” “When there is only one bird in a forest, then the forest is basically fake, and the bird was put there by someone...” “No matter how a fish swims, it can never meet any of its kind, which only means that the fish is kept in a fish tank...” “Yes, we are the birds in the forest and the fish in the tank.” “Yes, the world we live in is virtual!”

Daisy Zane was the illegitimate daughter of the Miles family?

She grew up in the countryside and never went to school?

The Miles family even publicly declared that they would never acknowledge her?

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When Daisy Zane's true identity was exposed, the Miles family immediately prepared a banquet to welcome her back into the family.

But Daisy Zane directly refused, saying, “Are you even worthy, Miles family?”

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Surprisingly, the third young master of the Imperial Capital fell in love with a wild girl who had never received an education. It was said that he doted on her, and she was the most precious thing to him.

While the whole Imperial Capital was shocked, Lord Clark proudly said, “My wife is extraordinary.”

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Kevin Clark never believed in love at first sight until he met Daisy Zane...

In the north, there was a beauty who captivated the country and the city with her devastating beauty...

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Daisy Zane loved wearing dresses, and later on... all of Kevin Clark's shirt buttons matched the colors of her dresses.

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.