[Hunter] Be a good dad

gave me an apple.

Thinking that it might be a new way for the circus to attract customers, I reached out and took it.

It was an expensive after-rain apple. The fragrant aroma and juicy flesh all declared its extraordinary status in the apple family.

If I knew that if I ate this apple, I would have to replace this apple, I would definitely smash it back in the face of that Mr. Clown after taking the apple.

Just halfway off his clothes, three playing cards rubbed his cheeks and stuck deep into the wall.

The light from the living room came in through the gap in the door panel pierced by playing cards.

I drew out my dagger, and coldly stretched out my hand to push open the door panel.

Mr. Clown, who claimed to be a magician, fell to the ceiling, put his hands on his chest, and said with a smile, "Come and fight, come and come."

"..." Where did this kind of thing come from?

Before going to bed, I lie comfortably in the bathtub, planning to take a full bath.

The window was pushed halfway open without a sound, and a clown face with tears in the left and right appeared.

"Krollo's figure is really good~" The clown grimaced with a smile.

Pulling out the dagger and stabbing, the clown retreated abruptly, and the burst of thought power struck and killed the bathroom window.

Glass shards fell all over the bathtub...

Just took off my pants to go to the bathroom.

"I didn't see anything~"

Calmly turning away, a certain one was leaning against the door panel and playing poker.

——I can't live through this day!

Unable to bear it any longer, I shook my hands and dialed the number of Mr. Ilmi?

I swear I never did!Want to kill a person so much!

"Kurolo?" The beauty's slightly puzzled voice came from the phone.

"..." Good, so cute!

"Is there something wrong?" The scream from the phone made the beauty's calm voice take on an indescribable chill.

"..." Being, being cute.

He coughed lightly, "Let me treat you to dinner."

Quietly hang up the phone call of Mr. Beater, I think it's better for me to kill Sisona myself.

Staring at the mirror, I found with some melancholy that the head of the group already looked like an old man.

It turned out that I was already in my 20s before I knew it. Time is really a butcher's knife.

After spending a lot of effort to make myself look like a young boy that women like, I happily opened the door.

The real young boy looked at me with a cold face.

Which is more important, a beauty or a daughter, is a serious question.

After serious thinking, I resolutely decided to take my cute little Coola to meet the big beauty who beat the enemy Hakka, even if I don't get a lot of insight.

"Come on, baby, Daddy will take you to a big meal." I squatted down and kindly opened my arms, waiting for Kurapika to rush over with a happy face like a little girl in a TV series.

Really? The young boy gave me a cold look, walked around me without looking sideways, and planned to go back to his room.

Hey, it's too much, the child now!

How can you ignore your father like this.

Picking up the back collar of the really young red-eyed boy, I gently dragged the boy who didn't know how to respect his father and walked out, ignoring the guy's struggles in the middle of the way, trying to grab the door frame.

"Are you a woman?" Little Coola, who was forced to compromise, walked beside me with a dark face, and a band-aid on her face was a symbol of her resistance just now.

"No." It's the beauty of Yier fans, oh, the beauty.

"Beautiful...man?" He glanced at me.

"Yeah." And it was a very handsome man, he picked up Little Coola and walked into the restaurant.

In the position I agreed with the great beauty Yiermi.

The red-haired apple mania patient at the end of his life waved at me with infinite enchantment.

— tell me what's going on here?

That guy Yi Ermi finally couldn't stand his face and finally decided to have plastic surgery?

I'm serious, Il Mini's face is pretty good, don't need to fix it.

And don't make it like this, it's so scary in public.

In order to protect the purity of her daughter.

Picking up Kurapika, I turned around and went.

"That's what you said..." Beauty?

The little coola who was being held by the collar looked at me with mistrust in his eyes.

It's too much, how can little Coola doubt Dad's aesthetics so much.

"I actually saw Kuroro~ how lucky~" A certain guy was washing his poker, and blocked the door tightly with a smile.

So this guy is really real? Mr. Hisoka.

Little Coola looked at her father even more strangely, humming, so sad.

It's okay to be put down by a beauty, it's fine to encounter a pervert, it's fine to meet a pervert, hey, little cool, it's fine that you don't comfort Dad at a time like this.

You still suspect that your father is having an affair with this kind of voyeur stalker, a terminally ill patient with murderous poisoning, that's really too much!

Silently dragging Kura away from the clown playing poker, I deeply felt that I had to find a place to put my perennially restless daughter.

"You two, did you know each other?" The glass door was pushed open, and the beauty with long black hair came slowly.

"..." Who wants to know this kind of creature.

Seeing little coola's more weird eyes, I feel that I can't wash myself off even if I jump into the Yellow River.

"Kuroro-kun is unique to me~" Hisoka gathered a heart shape on his fingertips with his thoughts, and winked at me.

I nodded slightly indifferently, "Thank you." I was not honored at all.

"Congratulations on finding your true love." The beauty Yiermi happily pulled out a white-haired imp from behind, and introduced, "My brother, Qi Ya."

The white-haired kid looked about six or seven years old, with his paws stuck in his trouser pockets, his little head raised slightly, he was very tugging, cool, and arrogant.

Not as cute as my little Coola.

Qi Ya Xiaomiao drooped his head unhappily. During the 10 minutes of the meal, he tried to escape from his brother's claws many times, but all failed.

"Hey, what's your name?" The little classmate Qiya, who was drooping his head and somewhat resigned to his fate, looked at me... the little Coola in his hand.

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☆、Education exchange

Part5. Qi Ya's diary

I am the third son in my family, and I have two older brothers, but unfortunately, one of my two elder brothers has an abnormal head and the other has an abnormal body shape.

The one with the abnormal shape is my second brother, and he has completely developed sideways.

My oldest brother, Ilmi, is a full 12 years older than me. He is a quick-witted, self-righteous, cunning and treacherous guy.

Once, I spent almost a third of my childhood trying to prove that Ilmi was an alien visitor, but so far I have not been successful.

The past is unbearable, but one thing is certain is that this guy's brain circuit has been out of the scope of normal people.

As far as I can remember, Yiermi has always looked like a teenager, with beautiful long black hair, dark and lifeless eyes, and a face devoid of emotion.

This guy regards himself as the elder brother in everything, and he is more strict with me than his father. I am extremely suspicious that because of his bad personality, he can't find a girlfriend, so he puts all his energy into teasing and torturing his younger brother.

Although I don't want to admit it, I am really afraid of him to death. This is a childhood shadow and a lifetime of shame.

When he was six years old, he was penniless and thrown into the Sky Arena. He went to the competition hungry and faced all kinds of big guys with strange looks.

There's no evidence, but I'm pretty sure this bad opinion must have been given to Dad by Irmi.

In fact, when I finally couldn't bear to confront him face to face, the guy patted me on the shoulder and smiled brightly: "Archie is so smart."

"..." The poor technique of changing the subject, the perfunctory elements make people want to ignore it.

But after a long time, I feel pretty good, at least among the older men I have met, there are few older men who are as optimistic and powerful as Yi Ermi.

He likes to eat desserts, and he will send me a lot of them when he has nothing to do, but he never asks me if I like them.

He seems to think in his bones that as long as it is given to me by him, I will definitely like it.

No one knows you Archie better than I do, and he rubs my head and declares it like he knows it all.

Such behavior makes me very disgusted, but most of the time, my strength is not enough to resist such a strong and casual man, such as now.

Obviously someone invited him to dinner but he had to bring me with him, and he even claimed that it felt like home.

I was too embarrassed to ask him, who is that person who stays outside for half a month and won't go.

The guy who invited you to dinner looks less than 20 years old, with black hair and black eyes, and a cross pattern on his head. If it weren't for his age, I would have suspected that he was my brother's illegitimate child.

This Mr. Taken who calls himself Kuroro is having a lively chat with my brother.

After listening to a little piecemeal, the content of the two people's conversation is extremely extensive.

From the influence of genes on intelligence, the creation of a good learning environment to the solution to the problem of juvenile puppy love, from the teaching and comprehension of killing techniques to the cultivation of killing attitudes, etc., everything is included.

Turning his gaze to the only teenager present at the same age as himself, Qi Ya waved his paw and said hello, "Hi, what's your name?"

"Kurapika." Holding his chin, the bored blond boy gave a rare friendly smile, "What about you?"

"Qi Ya." Let go of the straw in his mouth, Qi Ya lay down on his back, leaning half of his body on the sofa, "I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

It was a lie, a meaningless and unintentional lie.

But the other party obviously took it seriously. "Really?" He thought for a while, then smiled, "It must be an illusion, I never went out before."

yeah? "Why?" Qi Ya became interested, he sat up straight, blinked his blue eyes at the handsome boy in front of him, and asked curiously, "Don't you feel bored?"

"It's okay, there are more than 100 people in the clan." Stirring the silver spoon, Kurapika slightly lowered his head and smiled slightly, "Of course, I really wanted to go out and have a look a long time ago."

"It's a bit like me." Qi Ya happily cut off a small piece of cake, and stuffed it into his mouth while talking, "But when I really ran out, I found that it was quite boring outside."

In less than 5 minutes, Kiya killed the dessert in front of him, and the speed simply made Kurapika amazed.

Puffing out his cheeks and chewing, Qi Ya reached out to take the dessert plate on the left of Yi Ermi.

Suddenly, with a light hand, the plate was instantly empty, and the dessert that was originally on the plate appeared on the plate of Young Master Yiermi.

Staring at Yi Ermi, the long-haired man glanced at him, pushed a cup of matcha tea, and said lightly: "Eating too much sweets is bad for your teeth."

"..." Are you qualified to say such words, Qi Ya was helpless.

The cognition of his brother's face has reached a new level.

Kurapika did indeed smile, he smiled and pushed the desserts on his left and right to Kiya, "You brothers have such a good relationship."

"Who wants to have a good relationship with that guy!" Qi Ya turned his head away, showing a look of disdain.

Yi Ermi turned her head when she heard this, and stared straight at her with a pair of dark eyes.

Qi Ya was stiffened by him, and he straightened his sitting posture in an instant, as if I didn't say anything.

"By the way, what does Kurapika usually do?" Holding his chin, Kiya moved his body calmly, trying to stay away from his brother.

"Generally I read a lot." Taking a sip from his teacup, Kurapika smiled, "Or he's just practicing gymnastics."

"No other interesting things?" Qi Ya was obviously a little disappointed, "I mean entertainment, games or movies."

While talking, he shrunk his body and leaned against Kurapika, looking as if he wanted to get closer to chat.

Ilmi sat calmly and enthusiastically communicated with Kuroro about the current financial situation, and turned a blind eye to Qiya's move.

Qi Ya breathed a sigh of relief, accelerated his feet, and ran away.

His feet flew into the air in an instant, Qi Ya felt annoyed, drooped his head, looked at his brother's calm face, and just wanted to cry bitterly.

Yi Ermi held Qi Ya's collar in one hand and the teacup in the other, but she sat extremely steadily, and her hair wasn't even messed up.

"It's really rude." He smiled at Kurapika, and put down Kiya calmly.

"..." The blond boy's lips twitched, feeling speechless.

What a magical pair of brothers this is.

"Ilu's younger brother is very cute." Kuroro commented, sitting on the chair, covering his lips with his hands crossed, with a calm expression.

"Huh?" Yi Ermi looked over, with no expression on his face, but it was obvious that he was happy.

"It's much more lively than my Kurapika." The leader said in a dark tone, he tossed his hair in distress, "That kid has no vitality at all."

"..." Kurapika looked away silently.

The left hand forms a fist and hits the right palm directly. "Oh, this." Yi Ermi looked suddenly enlightened.

"Children's education is indeed a headache." He showed a very sympathetic expression to Kuroro, and said, "But if you just want children to become more active, I have a lot of experience."

"..." What exactly is your so-called experience that makes people active? Hey!

Kita and Kurapika, who were eavesdropping, fell silent at the same time.

The two boys looked at each other, only to feel an ominous premonition rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Bringing these two terrible educators together is the beginning of disaster.

The little guys looked at each other and felt that it was necessary to interrupt the communication between the two humanoid weapons.

Before the two of them could move, the sudden sound made the two little guys tremble.

"Xiao Yi is so ruthless~~ Kuroro is too much~ he just left him aside like this~" Mr. Clown's soaring ending sound made people feel hairy.

The two little ghosts turned their heads stiffly.

Hisoka held his chin and looked at them with great resentment. The poker in his hand was changing suits rapidly, and the murderous aura on his body was also faintly manifesting.

that.

Is it too late to escape now?

The author has something to say: a few typos have been corrected.

Also, I wish you all the best.

☆, resentment

Part14. That man's terrible resentment

I admire the familiarity and determination of the little beauty of Yiermi in education, just when we are going to discuss some things further.

Someone we've ignored for so long is throwing a fit.

It's too much for you two guys~ you just leave him aside like this~" Zhi Biao's ending sound unabashedly showed a certain guy's patience that had reached a critical point.

Before the words were finished, three powerful cards shot straight at them, and the sharp edges cut through the air and made a terrible scream.

I looked at the speed and running route of the card, adjusted the position slightly, and let the card brush against my side.

There were only two screams behind him, and someone fell to the ground.

Reluctantly, he turned his body sideways to avoid the tragic fate of being overwhelmed.

The person who fell at my feet seemed to be from a very good family, at least from my angle, I could see the back of this gentleman's head combed perfectly.

The blood spread slowly, and the guests rushed out screaming. The sound of chaotic footsteps filled the entire restaurant, and the scene was in chaos.

Sitting comfortably on the chair and taking a sip of tea, I suddenly realized a very real problem.

- You don't need to pay for today's meal.

The five fingers spread out one by one and made a rattling sound, and the corners of Hisoka's lips grew bigger and bigger in an uncontrollable gesture.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his lips, then pulled out a stack of playing cards and shuffled them, "Shouldn't you have a round?"

He smiled at me.

His speech and demeanor have the meaning of killing you if you don't come to a round.

I was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"you sure?"

I have never taught Kurapika how to play poker. Although this is also a kind of chess and card competition, it is obviously more elegant in comparison.

I looked at Hisoka with quite a headache. Obviously, if this guy is not satisfied today, he will have no way to get out of his body.

There were a total of five people present. For convenience, the two little ones were formed into a group.

After briefly explaining the rules, they began to draw cards.

At the beginning, after I lost two games intentionally or unintentionally, I probably found out the details of the people present, and then I started to win money.

After ten innings, the table was bleak.

"Kurolo, you are not kind..." Hisoka hung his head, a strand of red hair hanging down his cheeks sadly, looking very bleak, he lost the most in these ten rounds.

The Yier fan threw the cards away and asked the waiter to order a lot of desserts. I reckoned that he probably wanted to eat back from the table.

Speaking of which, the waiter did not escape under such circumstances, which gave me a faint sense of foreboding.

As for the two children, since they were just trying to make up the numbers, they won't count if they lose, and if they win, they will get money.

On the contrary, it was extremely relaxed at this time, and because the two of them united the front, it seemed that the relationship was quite good at this time.

Especially the silver-haired kid named Qi Ya, who seems to be quite open about his elder brother losing money.

As a matter of fact, his performance was no longer to the extent that he could be seen at all, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he gloated at other people's misfortunes.

The silver-haired kid happily hopped behind Yiermi, pulling the gold-medal killer's hair without fear of death, looking extremely distressed.

What a brat who makes a living out of death, sighing so much, I took Little Coola and planned to leave.

"Hello, sir, you haven't paid the bill yet." The waitress stood in front of me with a firm expression, her bravery was so shocking, and her small face was full of calmness as if death was at home.

I glanced at the two corpses still on the ground, and was once again overwhelmed by the endurance of the people.

The party spent a total of 5000 million, and nearly half of the money was the bill for the guests who were scared away, and 80.00% of the remaining half was high-end desserts.

I pondered for a while, and paid for our consumption selectively.

The waitress was very upset.

I seriously explained to her my relationship with that guy Hisoka.

And said that although Hisoka lost all his money, his body can still contribute to the restaurant.

The waitress hesitated with a look of embarrassment, I said goodbye to Il fans and took the opportunity to run away with Xiaokula.

Happy washing dishes, Mr. Hisoka, amen.

It is said that Hisoka was penniless but refused to renege on his debts, so he had no choice but to sell himself to a restaurant. From then on, he lived a miserable life of washing dishes for others and could no longer harm the world.

Such a beautiful story, of course, can only be my delusion.

But this guy's life is not much better, he borrowed money from Yier fans.

——It’s hard to describe how I felt when I heard the news.

Poor child, the beauty Yiermi is a well-known debt collector in the industry.

May God bless you, amen.

Part15. Sky Arena

The Sky Arena is the fourth tallest building in the world.

This is the second time I've been to this tower full of fighting arenas, and it's as tall, brilliant, and striking as it was five years ago.Accept fighters from all over the world with an unscrupulous attitude.

Kurapika obviously has a crush on the tower, he's very excited, very, eager to try it, I think he's still young.

The tower belongs to the young, though it itself is old.But it will always accept only those vibrant lives.

This tower itself and every successful person under it is stepping on the hopes, dreams and even lives of countless people to achieve its brilliance.

Even so, it is still the sacred place that countless fighters yearn for. Countless people hope to achieve success through this tower, and at the same time bring new blood and passion to this tower.

I had Kurapika fill out the fighting form, and started waiting for the kid's first fight.

Among the countless bulky contestants, my little Kura looked particularly slender and fragile. His beautiful blond hair and soft blue eyes stood out in a group of overly muscular guys.

That is my child, Mo Ming has such a sense of pride.

Holding the juice in my hand, I sat in the auditorium, listening to the cheers in my ears.

The woman on my right has a bit too bloated flesh and a too high-pitched voice.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, kill that kid, Laurie!" she screamed, shaking her body in excitement, her fat flesh bouncing, her sweaty skin coming and going. Rubbing my arms.

The man known as Laurie was the obvious match for my little Coola, a tall man.

Wide shoulders and narrow waist, tough muscles, rough face, and black fine hair extending from the chest to below the belt, this is a man who pleases women, I think.

The game didn't last very long, and within a minute of the referee's signal, the tall man fell down.

On the field, the blond-haired boy stood firmly, calmly accepting applause and praise from the audience.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at me with a very quiet gesture.

There is no excitement or even a hint of provocation.

Suddenly, I felt like I heard the sound of time passing by itself.

It was a kind of unhurried footsteps, lightly, calmly, stepping across your heart step by step.

I suddenly found that the knife that I had been planning to sharpen but hadn't paid much attention to had been sharpened unknowingly.

"Oh, damn it!" The woman beside her suddenly stood up and threw the juice jar in her hand onto the stage.

Kurapika turned his body slightly, the juice missed and fell to the ground, and the orange liquid slowly flowed out.

"Little bastard who doesn't know how to live or die!" The woman was still cursing something, and I walked out slowly.

It was a very strange feeling, the feeling of wanting to kill someone.

The moment I was about to reach the exit of the stairs, I paused, and the palm of my hand was the aluminum sheet that had been peeled off from the can.

Raising my hand and throwing the aluminum piece backward, I walked out of the fighting arena slowly.

Amidst the lively cheers behind him, someone came down without a sound.

That piece of aluminum cut her throat and I knew she was going to die.

The author has something to say: many details have been changed, the expression is too concerned, the author has OCD.

☆, shaken determination

Part6. Shaken determination

Among the cheering crowd, Kurapika stood calmly.Behind the joy of victory, there is more emptiness and bewilderment.

He subconsciously looked in Kuroro's direction.

The man sitting under the stage looked very happy, just like a real father who was happy for his child's excellence from the bottom of his heart.

Kurapika didn't want to admit it, he was shaken at that moment.

Then came the hatred of my cowardly self, and the loathing of my needless sympathy.

He couldn't forgive the man who slaughtered the entire Kuruta tribe on a whim, but what he couldn't forgive the most was himself who was shaken at that moment.

How can one have mercy on such a person?

Has this man ever been kind to the world?

In the sound of the referee's announcement, Kurapika stepped off the fighting ring. He watched Kuroro's back gradually move away from the crowd, his eyes were frighteningly bright red.

He thought that he should kill this man, that was already determined when he chose to survive alone.

He will kill this man, whatever it takes.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, it was already a clear blue.

He walked out of the fighting arena calmly, and Kuroro was sitting in the hall waiting for him.

From time to time, the young bandit leader talked to the service lady beside him, which made the service lady cover her lips and smile,

At this moment, this man looks like a gentleman, smart, excellent, and gentle.

Not knowing how the woman would react when she found out that this guy was a vicious villain, Kurapika speculated maliciously.

"How do you feel?" Kuroro happened to glance over here, then stood up and walked over.

"It's easy." Kurapika thought for a while, and replied.

Kuroro covered his lips in thought for a moment, then raised his hand chicly, "Come on, let's go eat something good and celebrate!"

5 minute later.

vegetable market.

The two stood among a large group of middle-aged aunts, silent.

Kurapika looked sideways at Kuroro. This guy was standing among a group of aunts with a serious face. His hair was scattered and he looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Resist the urge to overwhelm this guy and beat him up.

"That's what you said, let's have something good?"

Kurapika kept his voice as indifferent as possible, and tried hard to restrain himself from wanting to open Kuroro's head to see what was inside.

However, he should have killed this guy, right?

Kuroro nodded greatly, patted Kurapika's shoulder happily, and said relaxedly, "Of course you have to make delicious ones yourself."

"..." In fact, you are planning to let me do it at all, such an ominous premonition made Kurapika lose any mood.

At the farmer's market, the blond boy stood blankly among the vendors.

He just watched helplessly as the guy he regarded as his mortal enemy rushed into the group of aunts, discussing with them the latest cabbage prices and vegetable selection skills.

The mood is very complicated.

You are the leader of the A-rank bandit organization, okay?

Are you the head of the spider?

How embarrassing is it for you to squat in front of the vegetable stall and bargain with others in such a posture that it is your goal in life to defeat you, you bastard.

Damn it, don't just pull the bolts on other people's cages.

Damn!

Kurapika dashed forward, but it was already too late, the colorful birds inside were flopping everywhere.

The scene was chaotic.

Next, the broad masses of the people saw the bloody scene in horror.

The handsome-looking young man quickly grabbed one, then decisively wrung the chicken's neck and threw it back into the cage.

The chicken feathers scattered, and the little rooster with its neck broken fell miserably in the cage.

The methods were rough and the movements were neat. In less than 10 minutes, half of the fleeing birds had been recovered, but the problem was——

Everyone at the scene stared at the corpses of the poultry in the cage subtly. After a while, they turned their heads silently. Even the staff of the vegetable market felt that it was impossible to look directly at such a tragic scene.

This is what Kurapika saw when he grabbed a chicken and turned around, a cage full of dead bodies—all with their necks wrung out.

The scene was deathly silent.

"Cuckoo." Hearing the sound, the blond boy lowered his head, and the white-haired silky chicken in his hand looked at him innocently with a pair of dark eyes.

Well, can the owner forgive us?

The blond boy rushed forward and offered to buy all the chickens before the owner got mad.

The owner happily agreed and generously included a cage.

In the end, the two left the vegetable market with chicken feathers on their heads enjoying the baptism of the strange eyes of the aunts.

"Cuckoo." The one who made the sound was the only one alive in the cage.

The surviving white-haired silkie obediently stayed in the cage, stepping on the dead body of its companion, and glanced around with a pair of black eyeballs.

After staring at the bird in the cage for a while, and then looking up at the back of Kuroro's head, Kurapika only felt a pain in the tendon in his forehead.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha, I had so much fun writing it, even if I was beaten up by you, I would admit it【Hey! 】

I was dragged to a dance, come back if I have time...

☆, the remains of the chicken

Part7. The so-called big meal

"The book says that the chicken should be taken out of the pot at this time..." I held the book and gave Kurapika instructions solemnly.

With his back to me, Little Coola was tinkering with himself, obviously dismissive of my technical guidance.

What an uncut kid, I leaned against the kitchen door frame and stared at the back of this child with infinite resentment.

"If you're really in a hurry." Little Coola walked past me with the pot in her hand, and said through gritted teeth, "Let me deal with those chickens!"

"Actually, we don't have to buy it." I seriously corrected the child's previous behavioral errors.

He looked at me with a dark face. "You killed all the chickens." The voice was low, but it sounded like it came out of clenched teeth.

In fact, I doubt that this kid would have jumped at me to fight me if he hadn't been busy with the chickens.

Well, even now that he is so busy and dizzy, this child still does not forget to express his hostility towards me, and from time to time he raises his head from the busy intervals and stares at me.

Hey, Dad is so sad, what should I do, the grown-up child is too uncute, Dad, I want to run away from home!

Even though I am devastated, I still feel that children's thinking should be corrected. "We don't have a tradition of spending money on things in our family." And there is no tradition of killing things and losing money.

Little Coola froze for a moment, he put down the pot in his hand and walked towards me.

Hey, is this the rhythm of being influenced by me?

I continued my efforts, "Besides, those chickens are meant to be eaten, and they will die sooner or later." After I killed him, he would no longer have to worry about these chickens escaping, once and for all.

But little cool, you can't understand Dad's kindness at all!I looked at him with infinite resentment, complaining blankly.

"Normal humans pay for things, okay?" He reached out and patted my face, which was sticky.

I grabbed his other hand, it was fine and bloody.

Little cool, you actually stamped your bloody hand on your father's face, hey, you're finally more lively, dad, I'm so touched.

Sure enough, the method taught by Yi Ermi is still effective.

I squatted down slightly and wiped off the blood on Kurapika's body, then swaggered and picked up the living white-haired silky chicken, and said seriously, "What does little Kurapika want to eat?"

"Rub—" With a soft sound, a snow-white plate brushed my cheek and sank into the wall, leaving only half of it outside.

"Put that chicken down." The boy threatened in a cold voice.

"..." It's too much to dare to threaten Dad.

Kurapika, you are a bad person, err, dad misunderstood you back then, you are a bad person.

Calmly putting down the white-haired silky chicken that escaped unknowingly in my hand, I looked at Little Coola expressionlessly.

With a heavy hand in his hand, Kurapika walked by him, and said coldly, "Let me tidy up these first before we talk about it."

I bowed my head silently, facing the last eye that was dying.

The colorful long-tailed pheasant was thrown in my arms, looking very well behaved, but the shape of the neck was not right.Hmm, this fingerprint and death looks familiar.

I stretched out my hand and compared, um, I was the one who killed it.

Throwing the pheasant away in a chic way, I strolled to the living room in a mellow manner.

As a thief, it's outrageous to dispose of the victim's corpse, isn't it?

Turning on the TV, lying down on the sofa, I happily changed the channel.

A dead pheasant appeared in front of me, its wings half-opened and stiffened, showing a posture that was about to fly, and its time was always stuck in such a special second.

It can be alive, but it is dead.

And now, it was held up by one paw and displayed in front of me in an extremely miserable form.

And the murderous guy who did it was my lovely daughter.

Half lying on the sofa, I frowned slightly, and looked at Kurapika calmly.

Showing the body of the dead like that is an outrage, baby.

"Deal with it." The low voice was threatening, my unlovable daughter was threatening his young and promising father.

This is simply a great tragedy of education in our country. I looked at him in disbelief and felt that the whole world was collapsing.

Little Coola, how can you bully your kind father in such a cruel and unreasonable way?

"No." I turned my head away and refused righteously, turning a blind eye to this miserable chicken.

He looked at me coldly, my complexion darkened, showing faint signs of anger.

oh yeah