Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 622: Chapter 621: The Affection of Brothers, Little Tiger Cub_1
 

Catching sight of Little Kingfisher flapping its wings and circling above its master’s head, its eyes darting around, it showed a harmless smile towards humans and beasts, flattering the divine beast baby.

Ninth Uncle Lin glanced at him with surprise, not understanding why his seemingly not too foolish nephew would be talking to a bird.

“Chirp chirp.”

Little Kingfisher enjoyed the flattery, its vanity inflated, and without a word, it flapped its wings to lead the way.

“Jinzhou, keep up.”

Lin Jinxu chuckled mischievously, quickening his pace to follow closely behind.

Lin Jinzhou got the picture in a second, feeling a little excited, he also sped up to catch up.

“What are these silly kids up to?”

Ninth Uncle Lin was confused, relying on his profound internal strength, he followed leisurely behind.

Lin Qingluo grinned, quietly enjoying the care from her brothers.

The two brothers were lucky, with Little Kingfisher leading the way, they found a litter of month-old tiger cubs that hadn’t been weaned yet.

The white tiger couple sensed the oppressive presence of a divine beast and were frightened to trembling. They watched in person as Lin Qingluo took one of the cubs away without daring to intervene.

The little cub knew nothing of its circumstance, didn’t cry out leaving the tiger cave, and snuggled comfortably in her arms, curiously looking around.

The Lin brothers, Lin Jinxu, watched their little sister holding the tiger cub, the fondness in their eyes nearly turning to water.

Ninth Uncle Lin watched this scene in astonishment, his heart skipping a beat.

Thinking of the giant eagle soaring above the battlefield, he looked at his niece with reverence.

With a vanity-driven divine beast baby in tow, the hunting trip went exceptionally well.

Ninth Uncle Lin once again marveled at what’s called “magic”, what was the real version of waiting for rabbits (or wolves, or pigs, or …) to come to him.

A wild rabbit, frightened and insecure, darted from the forest and ran into the stump by his foot, its limbs twitching a few times before it stopped moving.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

A wolf, panicked and disoriented, fell from the rocky mountain, landing at his feet, its neck broken.

A wild pig howled as it charged down the hillside, lost its footing, rolled towards him, and sprayed a mouthful of blood before it lay dead right next to him.

Not waiting for the next animal to drop dead at his feet, he hurriedly discussed with his niece, “Qingluo, we’ve got enough prey, no need to hunt anymore, it’ll be too much for us to carry back.”

“Yin’er, find a suitable nursing mother for the little tiger, let’s go home.”

Lin Qingluo grinned, reassuring Ninth Uncle with a glance, and mentally conveyed a message to Little Kingfisher.

“Okay.”

Little Kingfisher, having a great time, agreed readily and flapped its wings to fly toward the snowy mountain range.

“Let’s make a sled to haul the prey back.”

The Lin brothers were both excited with energy to burn, using their hunting knives to cut branches to make a sled.

Ninth Uncle Lin rubbed his temples, looking headache-inducing at his energetic nephews, he sighed helplessly and joined the branch-chopping team.

Lin Qingluo took out ropes from her Storage Ring to help bind the branches.

The four of them worked together and had a sturdy, temporary sled ready in less than half a shichen.

Little Kingfisher drove an antelope back, the group was loaded with gains, pulling the sled back to the barracks.

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Fourth Master Lin, seeing the younger ones had brought back a wild boar, was so overjoyed his beard curled up. He personally led the task of killing the pig and stewing the meat.

Ninth Lady Lin, on seeing the cute and stupid tiger cub, was ecstatic, lingering around her niece, circling non-stop, wanting to hold the adorable little pet.

However, the tiger cub only acknowledged Lin Qingluo and would cry out in its soft, adorable voice whenever it left her embrace, crying so pitifully that it made hearts flutter, fearing it might break its voice and get sick.