Stop It, Kiddo! Your Dad is the Big Villain Who Devours Everything

Three-and-a-half-year-old Chao Chao runs away from home because she is afraid of getting beaten up. She accidentally bonds with a system meant to redeem villains. Her task is to persuade villains t...

Chapter 426 It's just for fun.

There's nothing we can do, that's just how our little one is.

If only the system could think a little more.

If the fish in this lake are identified as spirits, then Chaochao, who is at the center of the spirit controversy, should be the first to be judged.

Huo Qin watched the little dumpling's hardworking hunting back in front of him, then looked down at his own wet, fishy-smelling fingers, and sighed almost imperceptibly, though a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his narrow eyes.

In the end, the crazed Chaochao stopped.

The reason is that success achieved through repetitive and mechanical means inevitably leads to loneliness and exhaustion.

In reality, the slender and helpless fishing rod finally succumbed to the weight and became a veritable broken willow. It was honorably retired and solemnly tied to the bow of the boat by Chaochao.

"Good buddy, look, this is all the empire you helped me build!"

The telepathic system in Chaochao's mind spontaneously sang praises for her in a melodious and rhythmic translation style.

Eleven fish in seven minutes? The record is verifiable. AAA fishing champion Chaochao, with his hands behind his back, gazed into the distance, praising Xiaoqi in his heart.

He only posed for a few seconds before Huo Qin pulled him back with a safety rope to deal with the internal strife.

There were more fish on the shore, and more buckets to hold them. The fish that came ashore were particularly lively. A crucian carp and a grass carp were slapping each other in the bucket, and some fish whose names I didn't know were always eager to jump from one bucket to another, crossing mountains and valleys, I don't know whose attention they were trying to attract.

Huo Qin's gaze swept over the few water droplets splashed on his trouser leg, then landed on the particularly wriggling fish, and he sneered, "Why don't we stew them all tonight and feed them to the stray cats in the park?"

Sensing the intense, sinister killing intent, the fish suddenly fell silent: "..."

The fish has calmed down and is now at the gate. (Finally closed)