MTL - Death Sutra - Chapter 10 bridegroom

Half a year ago, after a generation of days, the national goddess was revealed to be pregnant, which caused an uproar in public opinion, and everyone was guessing who the father of the child was.

Half a year later, she appeared in front of Ye Mo with a pair of twins.

Ye Mo, who knew nothing, became the father of a pair of national babies and awakened the system.

“Accompany the baby for an hour, reward a building!”

“Make your baby happy and gain master carving skills!”

In this way, Ye Mo has gone further and further on the road to becoming a national dad and a super hero.

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