I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

"Little aunt said," Xiao Yu'er recalled and said to her father, "Children have to tell bedtime stories before going to bed, and they can fall asleep after telling them."

Ye Heng ignored her and looked at the attendant next to her, with a rather impatient tone: "Tell her about it, and tell her to shut up."

The cubs in the God Realm develop very quickly, and there are few like their little Highness, who are so innocent after three hundred years have passed.

As a result, there are not many books for cubs, but there are quite a lot of stories in the world suitable for cubs to listen to.

Just as the waiter was trying hard to recall the folk stories he had heard before when he went down to earth and died, but before he could recall it, he saw their little highness puff up and say angrily:

"I want my father to tell me, everyone else is told by my father."

Ye Heng's face did not change: "I won't."

This is naturally false. Although there are few story books suitable for cubs in the God Realm, and even Ye Heng has never been to the world due to his busy business, but in recent years, the calamity has become a trend. The things between the world, some stories of the mortal world, have long been circulated in the realm of the gods.

What's more, Fusang is someone who likes to chat with someone after all the calamities, and even her little niece who is only about two hundred years old is not spared. Under her propaganda, I don't know how many interesting things in the mortal world have been moved to the realm of the gods.

Even if Ye Heng didn't pay much attention, he could listen to a few words more or less.

If he can't tell stories, everyone can hear the falsehood in his words.

But there was a certain puppy who was convinced. She widened her eyes and looked sad: "Then you are so pitiful, Dad. Even I can tell stories."

Yeheng: "..."

What is something to be proud of in telling a story?

"Well," Ye Heng didn't bother to argue with her, "Go to sleep."

"Then Dad, let me tell you a story."

Xiao Yu'er didn't sleep, but was still in high spirits: "Auntie told me a lot of stories, I've written them down, I can tell you all of them!"

Ye Heng ruthlessly refused, leaving no father-daughter affection at all: "I don't want to hear it."

"Why?"

The little girl was anxious: "It's really good!"

The waiter thought to himself, your father just wants to keep his ears clean now, and doesn't want to hear any ghost stories. Seeing this, he hurried forward:

"Little Highness, Your Majesty is busy with official business now. I'm afraid you don't have time. Why don't you tell my subordinates, they have never heard stories before."

"don't want!"

The little girl shook her head, "I want to be the first to tell Dad."

The waiter was moved and saddened, and looked at Yeheng in embarrassment.

Ye Heng closed the opened memorial abruptly, his eyes darkened, as if he was holding back his impatient temper, and spit out a word: "Speak."

The little girl is happy now, and she is also very considerate: "Dad, what story do you want to hear?"

Ye Heng's face was expressionless: "The story of how to make a fat girl who is only 291 years old keep her mouth shut forever."

"Ah?" This sentence was too long, and Xiao Yuer's mind didn't turn around.

The waiter hurried forward and explained with a smile: "Your Majesty means, Your Highness, just watch and talk."

Now the little girl understands and is happy again: "Dad, you are so kind."

Yeheng: "..."

Attendant: "..."

Hey, the little highness is so deceitful, what should I do in the future?

Then, the little girl gave her father a vivid description of the story of seven pears, riding a pumpkin cart, holding a fairy stick in their hands, and going up the mountain to beat a tigress.

Yeheng didn't know the expression on his face, but the waiter was silent for a long time, as if he had remembered something, and asked with difficulty: "Little Highness, the seven pears you mentioned... Shouldn't they be called dwarfs? ?"

"Yes," the little girl thought for a while and said, "Auntie said that they are all very small, they are as small as Lili, and there are seven more, but there are many!"

The waiter couldn't help laughing: "Then this pumpkin cart..."

Shouldn't this only appear in the Cinderella story!

How did you get into Snow White?

And actually let the seven dwarfs get on the pumpkin cart, what about Cinderella? do you died?

So are they seven dwarfs or seven robbers?

The little girl said righteously: "There are too many people, it's faster to take the car, because we have to fight tigers!"

This tiger is even more outrageous, and still uses the fairy stick to hit.

how? Are you planning to go to the mountain to make magic tricks for the tiger and make the tiger die of laughter?

The waiter choked for a moment, still politely, reminding her of the wrong story: "Little Highness, if I remember correctly, it was not the seven dwarfs who beat the tiger, but a man named 'Wusong'. "

"yes?"

The little girl couldn't believe that she had made a mistake, scratched her head, and looked at Yeheng.

Ye Heng didn't say much, just glanced at her lightly: "Look at what I'm doing, isn't it you who tells the story?"

The little girl patted her head: "Yes."

Saying that, the little girl opened her black eyes, turned her head, and asked, "Uncle, have you heard my aunt tell this story too?"

The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched: "...that's not true."

Even if you have heard it, it should not be a story that combines so many stories.

The little girl's confidence came instantly, and the expression on her face looked very confident: "That must be your uncle, you remembered it wrongly, the tiger was beaten by Lili, not Wuhui!"

With her overconfident look, it was as if she had really hit a tiger. After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but whisper:

"There are seven of us, it's super powerful, only one of the five harvests, how could it be possible to kill a tiger, only Lili can kill it..."

Attendant: "..."

It's called "Wusong"!

Wu Song! ! !

If you rob someone else's tiger, you should call someone else's name.

But this self-confidence, shameless and almost domineering look has a bit of the shadow of their king.

Not only the waiter collapsed, but also Fusang, who had heard this earth-shattering story of crying ghosts and gods.

Not only fell into a deep suspicion: Is this really the story she told before?

Moreover, being caught like this by her, Fusang almost lost the ability to tell stories to others.

Whenever she tells people about fairy tales, fables, and mortal stories, the first thing that comes to her mind is:

Her seven dear little nieces robbed Cinderella's pumpkin cart and the fairy's fairy stick, and ran up to the mountain for nothing, snatched Wusong's tiger, and caught it and beat it.

Seven little ones, holding fairy sticks, surrounded by tigers that are many times taller than them...

Thinking of that scene, I couldn't look directly at those stories for a while.

But at noon the next day, one more person was added to the one who was on the verge of collapse.

The little girl lay on her father's back and asked, "Dad, will you tell a bedtime story today?"

Yeheng: "..."

After listening to a few more stories yesterday, the waiter with a haggard face said, "..."

[Recently preparing for the exam, fate has changed, and I am thinking about a new book. It will come out in November, maybe five and a half years old, and my IQ may be higher than Lili. The plot... This book will also be finished in November as soon as possible. 】