A pitiful interstellar cub transmigrates into a treasure held in the palm of every race on a foreign continent.
——Little Lingling is an optimistic little experimental subject who suddenly...
The air was quiet for a moment. None of the uncles thought that the little girl, who had been silent for a long time, was thinking about how to deal with the big bird. They thought she was upset because of what she said.
"Worrying for nothing," the uncles muttered in unison. "But... thankfully, the little one finally remembered it."
At this moment, in the carriage, Lingling was still looking up at Thor with her chubby little face, her eyes sparkling, as if asking for his approval.
Thor curled his lips, and his beautiful eyes and eyebrows showed a bit more pampering and pride.
He couldn't help but rub Lingling's chubby little face with his hands. The little girl had a bit of baby fat, and the flesh on her cheeks felt very good. As he rubbed it, he sighed in his heart, "It's so...good to rub!"
He still looked serious, cleared his throat, and replied, "Yeah, Lingling is great, that's what uncle meant. Just like uncles going out for revenge, if we know someone has hurt someone we care about, we should take the initiative to attack, catch him off guard, and make him afraid to do bad things again."
Lingling, whose face was being rubbed, sat down obediently and even raised her little face to make her uncle rub it more happily.
"Oh~ Uncle Bang Bang~" The little guy was a little slurred from being rubbed, and had to temporarily hold down Thor's mischievous big hand and said, "Then where can uncle go to find the bad guys?"
Thor: “I haven’t decided yet.”
Several uncles: ...Not sure, still thinking about it.
So, on the rest of the journey, in order to save face with Lingling, the uncles began to frantically sort out the clues in their heads and look for a breakthrough.
How to find it?