Lingbao Is Three Hundred! Not Three!

Fu Jinyan first met Lingbao in the Qi Zhi Weige Forest. At the time, Lingbao wore nothing but a little green skirt made from a single banana leaf, yet her whole body seemed to glow white. The tiny child crawled on all fours, baring her teeth and glaring fiercely as she roared at the tiger standing before her: “Roar!” The equally fierce, childish tiger’s roar left Fu Jinyan’s ears ringing. Fu Jinyan: !!! The second time they met was in the Shanhai Bay Strait. Lingbao’s green-leaf skirt had become a brown nylon sack. The tiny child held a large nylon sack of the same color, stuffing one cold corpse after another into it with her own hands. Fu Jinyan narrowed his eyes as she reached to pick him up, then hurriedly grabbed Lingbao’s hand. “Good girl, Uncle isn’t dead yet.” The third time they met was at a farmhouse on a beautiful island. At last, Lingbao was wearing a complete set of clothes. The tiny child was washing a bowl bigger than her face, while people kept calling her a “good-for-nothing burden” and beating her. Fu Jinyan went over to ask her about it, but all he got was a low growl. Fu Jinyan: “Sweetheart, Uncle happens to need a daughter. How about you become my daughter?” Lingbao tilted her head. “Roar!” Fu Jinyan: “Sweetheart, Uncle has lots of good food. How about you come with me?” Lingbao tilted her head. “Roar!” Fu Jinyan: “Sweetheart, if someone tricked you, tilt your head.” Lingbao tilted her head. “Roar!” Fu Jinyan: “All right, sweetheart. You can inherit my dad’s fortune from now on!” Lingbao tilted her head. “Roar?”