The Supernatural Wife of the Paralyzed Young Master

The Self of Grandma Nero!!

Sunlight has shown its charm. The moon soon left its throne. The wind danced after the flowers that grew in the garden behind the residence of Nero. Well, fun.

It's still morning. But the busyness has been seen since a few hours ago.

Nuwa opened her eyes which still felt heavy. It was his first morning on earth, and it was not pleasant at all. All very far from his wishful thinking, Nuwa thought the earth was much more pleasant than the celestial palace.

The girl widened her gaze and found the place next to her was already empty, and when touched was cold. Which means it's been abandoned since then, and Nuwa doesn't know where the old grandmother went.

"Darling, are you awake?"

The Goddess's attention was distracted by that cry. Nero's grandmother appears to have come inside with several women in all the same clothes, and Nuwa vows to swear that they are servants of this house.

"Viona, Grandma bought you a lot of clothes. Grandma, don't know what kind of clothes you like. So Grandma asked them to bring the whole boutique here so you could pick it yourself."

Nuwa came down from her bed and approached Nero's grandmother. "You brought these clothes for me?" nuwa said to make sure.

Grandma Nero nodded. "Pick all the clothes you like. And you can choose as many as you want,"

Nuwa approached the dresses. He does need clothes now, because it is impossible that he only wears one outfit. Moreover, his clothes did not match the era where he was at the moment.

"Why is Grandma so good to me? While I'm just a stranger here, and I'm pretty sure Grandma actually knows I don't have anything to do with that winter man." Said Nuwa while locking her directly into Grandma Nero's gray bead.

Before answering Nuwa's question, Nero's grandmother asked the servants to come out.

And after the departure of some of the servants, there left only Grandma and the Goddess.

Nero's grandmother closed both eyes. And at once his form changed, making the two eyes of Nuwa turn perfect.

The woman was in a white Hanfu wrapped in gold embroidery, a garment commonly worn by the highest Goddess, after the Queen.

"Ne..Grandma, so actually you are~!!"

Nuwa did not continue, The Goddess covered her mouth with both hands. He could not believe what his eyes were witnessing. It turned out that Grandma Nero was also from the same world as her.

"Now you know, no, why Grandma was so kind to you and trying to protect you. Because Grandma has known who you really are since the first time you saw you."

"La..Why is Grandma on Earth? What exactly is going on?!" asked Nuwa curiously.

"Ceritanya sangat panjang, dan Nenek pasti akan menceritakannya padamu, tapi tidak sekarang. Ini adalah rahasia kita berdua, hanya kau dan Nenek yang mengetahui tentang rahasia ini. jadi jangan beritahu siapapun, termasuk Rey "

Nuwa nodded in understanding. "I understand, Grandma. Grandma don't have to worry I can definitely keep this a secret."

Nero's grandmother smiled faintly.he gently rubbed Nuwa's head. "Yes, immediately choose the clothes you like. You can choose as many as you want, Grandma get out first. And after we're done showering and changing, hurry down, we'll have breakfast together." Nero's Grandma said and was nodding back by Nuwa.

"Good, Grandma."

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A man was sprawled with blood. Fresh blood inundated his body began to dry up, indicating that the incident happened last night.

Many people passed by the poor man, but none of them dared to approach let alone help him when he saw the writing left by the perpetrator in his arm. The inscription was carved with a small dagger.

Let alone civilians. Even the police no one dared to act, they did not want to be in danger for daring to interfere. 'Black Devil' was the word written on the man's arm. But unfortunately no one knows who the real 'Black Devil' is. Who he is, and what he looks like, no one knows.

That's obvious. 'Black Devil' is a dark Mafia organization that has no doubt its cruelty. Many rumors were circulating about the Boss of the organization.

Some say if he is a middle-aged man, there are also those who say if he is a young man whose age range is between 25-30 years. But that was still uncertain, and there were also those who said that the Boss of the 'Black Devil' was a woman.

But no one has been able to prove who the real boss of the black organization is. Because he's so mysterious.

"To..Help me," said the man as he extended his blood-soaked hand.

People just look at it with pity and pity. But there was nothing they could do, as they also thought about the safety of themselves and their families.

And the victims of the organization's cruelty are certainly not from people, but rather those who have dared to look for trouble and anger the big boss.

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"Grandmother, until when do we just sit like fools?! I'm hungry, who are we waiting for?!"

Selena protests Grandma Nero for delaying breakfast. It's been almost ten minutes at the dinner table. But the old woman forbade everyone to eat, even though Selena was already very hungry.

"Propay a minute, Selena. We are still waiting for one more person" Grandma Nero replied gently.

"Auntie, who are we waiting for?" asked Renata curiously.

"He!!" granny Nero replied while pointing at someone who was going down the stairs. Making the attention of everyone at the dining table instantly distracted him.

Rey and Delon were both stunned and did not blink an inch when they saw the beautiful figure who was descending the stairs.

Her slender body was wrapped in a long white dress and half sleeves.

Her long hair decomposes freely with a thin makeup polish, natural but does not reduce the beauty.

Nero's grandmother smiled broadly at Nuwa's arrival. "Honey, come here and sit by the side, Rey. And since everyone's here, we can have breakfast now." Said Grandma Nero without spitting out a faint smile on her lips.

Rey turned her head and her eyes rubbed with Nuwa. They look at each other and dive into the beauty of each other's eyes, and can not be denied if Nuwa is indeed very beautiful.

And the beauty he had exceeded the beauty of the people he had met all this time, it could be said that Nuwa's beauty was very inhumane.

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Seriate.