Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

n't need so many mothers!Sun Xiaoman was speechless for a moment, so she could only stomp her foot fiercely, barefoot on the brick floor, making a loud bang. "Mother! You're too partial!""Of course no.....at least a world-scale disaster needs to be manufactured, disrupting those stars that have already been anchored, in order to see even a glimmer of hope.Yu Beidou wouldn't do that, so he chose to ac...