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My Dad Is the Galaxy's Prince Charming

What would you do if your planet ceased to exist after a nap? Once upon a time, there was a princess… Scrap that. Once upon a time, there was a hermit called Yao Si. She was an orphaned hikikomori who lived a peaceful and mundane life in her cosy little apartment. Just when she thought she'd live out the rest of her mundane days... she died. By a strange twist of fate, she was somehow turned into a vampire, even worse, a fifth-generation weakling with no combat ability at all. Vampires had their own little secret society, cultural feuds, and called themselves bloodlings. With the threats of another civil war among the bloodlings, Yao Si remained composed. 'Even if this war of bloodlings rages on again, it will need a miracle to affect me,' she thought. So, a miracle occurred... When she was woken up from a millennnia-long nap, she found that her beautiful mother planet Earth had ceased to exist. Even the oldest bloodling in the entire universe was now one of her grand [ times infinity] child. Everyone will have to call her “ancestor” from this moment onwards! The peasant Yao Si had successfully revolted and taken charge, let's see who dares to call her a weakling anymore! "Hey! You, that guy over there! "Yes, you. "Come on, let's fight, if I lose, I will call you 'dad'!" So... she has a new dad. Yao Si "..." Mu Xuan "..."

You Qian · Ciencia y ficción
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198 Chs

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Editor: DarkGem

"Heh, what senior!" Junior Geng mocked. "She doesn't have an ounce of spiritual energy within her, she must be a demoness. So that was how you left the demonic realm, by seducing one of them."

"You..."

"Hey hey hey!" Yao Si could no longer keep it in. "You're too much, now..."

Junior Geng had no intention of listening to her. He pulled out a talisman and tossed it over at them. "Capture the traitor and the demoness."

F*ck! Listen to me!

"Be careful of your surroundings Senior Si," Zan Zichen reminded. "He's from the individual series - spiritual root, so beware of the grass below you."

The minute he finished saying that, the ground beneath them started to shake and finger-sized vines sprouted from below. They grew with the wind, swaying towards them.