Heretic Doctor Useless Consort - Chapter 6: The Beautiful Crown Prince is Very Angry!

Ye Qianning has become a six-year-old Xiaotuanzi. Not only does she have dual-line abilities, but she also has four fathers.

“father!”

Tuanzi cried and chirped, and the four big bosses in the prime of life of the imperial capital were all in a mess in the wind.

Wenchen’s father: “Little girl, father can’t be mistaken, hurry up and go back where you came from.”

Father Fox: “If I have a daughter, she must be the most beautiful woman in the world. How can I be as fat as a ball!”

Huang Shang’s father: “Three generations of my Gu family can’t have a daughter, how could she be the seed of my Gu family.”

The general’s father was very excited: “Hahaha, I was destined to have no children, and God suddenly gave me a meat bun. Let’s go, my daughter and father go home!”

A little girl suddenly appeared in the General’s Mansion, which provoked several influential people in the capital to lie on the corner every day, and finally stopped leaving. Qi Qi said, when will my daughter go home with them, and when will they leave.

The general’s father was angry: “Why didn’t you recognize it back then, now whoever dares to snatch my daughter from me, I will fight with him.”

The serious young lady next to her whispered with her little hands behind her back: “She will marry me as a daughter-in-law when she grows up.”

Hearing that the eyes of the four big bosses were on fire, it was extremely dangerous.

Tuanzi looked at the drama that was performed every day, and helplessly supported her forehead: “She just wants to raise a big space so that she can live a long life… Don’t lose the vest.”

“Group Pet” “One to One, Childhood Sweetheart”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.