become king in cruel games

Chapter 164 Ping An Island (22) is a hunter
The child pouted with some dissatisfaction. It looked at its father in grievance, tears flowing from the corners of its eyes:

"Dad, the little bugs you gave me are gone. They are all gone. They ran away. I don't have any toys anymore. I don't have any toys anymore!"

The child immediately burst into tears.

As if very sad.

Even aggrieved.

After all, those toys were his long-time favorite things, but this was destroyed by a few bugs!

It was kind enough to put a few dolls in the house to play with them, but these little bugs didn't appreciate it!

It always likes to put the little guys in a box, and then quietly watch them escape, or scream, or submerge them with water.

Or burn it at high temperature.

They can never escape the glass of that quality.

It is said that it was made of hard glass by an unknown uncle.

It only has this kind of fun. Ping An Island is too boring, and only the screams of these little bugs can make it happy.

The middle-aged man touched its head: "My little baby, it's okay. Let's close all the windows and I will help you catch those little bugs."

After saying that, the middle-aged man smiled, and there were already some shallow wrinkles on his face.

"Really?" The child was happy, and his expression became very informative. He smiled and said, "I knew my father was the best to me."

The middle-aged man continued: "Of course, you are my little baby. Remember, we don't leave the house from now on."

"Look out for any windows and anything. We have to search the house thoroughly. Those little bugs will escape."

"They are cunning and cunning. My child, we must search carefully and catch them. After all, these little bugs can harm our safe island!"

Having said this, the middle-aged mirror man looked a little angry.

The child nodded obediently and blinked his big eyes: "Yes, Dad, I will definitely do it."

After a pause, the child continued: "But dad, I saw five little bugs escaping. Logically speaking, there should be ten little bugs in my box, but three of them are dead."

"There was only one left, but he escaped."

The middle-aged man quickly entered the house, and it searched for it for a while: "My child, it doesn't matter, although these little bugs have escaped, as long as we search patiently, we will definitely find it. !”

"Are you right?"

The mirror kid nodded: "Yes, Dad, I like what Dad said the most. Does Dad need me to get the flashlight now?"

"No need." The middle-aged man took a flashlight from the table and said, "Honey, there is a flashlight here."

"Remember, you are guarding in the original room. Don't let go of every corner. Don't leave that room. You are guarding them there. They may return there and escape from there."

"And I, I will help you do something useful, and then stop the little bugs from escaping. Baby, I know you can't wait. This hunting game is about to begin."

"What are our identities?"

The middle-aged man asked the child next to him in a gentle tone, like a loving father.

"It's a hunter! It's a hunter who catches bugs!" The child raised his hand excitedly.

Its father nodded with satisfaction, and then came to the window. The mirror stretched out his hand, and a strange blue pattern was instantly reflected on the window!

"Now just stay in your room, dad is going to block the window."

"Now, the little bugs can't escape."

(End of this chapter)