"What are you thinking? In the cultivation world, there are only seniors, fellow cultivators, junior friends, and ants." "Why does cultivation depend on whether the child is born of a legitimate or illegitimate parent? Shouldn't it be based on aptitude?" "Passing down the cultivation to sons but not daughters? Do you know how difficult it is for a family to have offspring in a cultivation clan? Does your family mass-produce deer antler grass?"
"You call yourself a demonic cultivator just because you killed a few people? Demonic cultivators who slaughtered two cities only deserve to sit at the children's table."
"Why does this Demon Lord have nothing better to do all day than think about romance?"
As Ayao watched, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. So this is what he was like when he was a child!
Ah Yao held the storybook, completely absorbed in reading it. It wasn't anything important; she figured it wouldn't matter if she took it, right? Thinking this, Ah Yao simply stuffed the storybook into her storage bag.
She then opened other books, but the annotations in those books weren't as interesting.
After browsing the bookshelf for a while, she walked toward the large desk.
Ayao walked to the desk and saw a painting spread out on it. The painting depicted a stunningly beautiful young woman, and that woman was herself. She looked at the painting, and her heart trembled slightly.
She reached out and touched the lines of the drawing, as if she could see this scene:
A handsome man dressed in blue sat at the desk, picked up his pen, thought intently for a while, then dipped it in ink and began to sketch on the paper...
Ayao gazed at the girl in the painting, staring at her for a long time, when she suddenly noticed a line of words written next to it: "It is hidden in my heart, how can I forget it?"
My heart is filled with love, how could I not express it? I cherish it deep within my heart, how could I ever forget it?
I have kept you deep in my heart, how could I ever forget you for a single day?
"I will cherish it in my heart, and never forget it..."
As Ayao softly recited this line, her vision suddenly blurred, and glistening tears fell onto the painting.
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