(Cute baby + melon-eating system + metaphysics + military region group pet + cool writing of the times, never lose the horse in the whole process, dad is the guardian of yyds!)
Ling Nianci, the ancestor of Xuantian Sect, failed to survive the tribulation, and when he opened his eyes, he was transformed into the poor three-year-old Ling Xiaoqi in 1962. She was thrown into the woodshed in the dead of winter, and the evil second aunt was planning to adopt her to a cripple in exchange for food stamps. On the verge of death, [Eat Melon to Protect the Country System] was forcibly bound——
"The rules of this system are hard-core: only good people can hear their voices, and evil people will always be blocked. Please work hard to live until you find your biological father."
Ling Nianci looked at the best relatives in front of her, and her heart went crazy: [The second aunt stole the eggs of the production team last night! The village party secretary and the widow at the end of the village are in the cornfield...]
The only blind grandma who was nice to her "happened" to hear her, and the best ones overturned one after another. But she just wanted to show off: [Where is daddy? Find me quickly, I don't want to catch the spies myself!
Until she was thrown into the mountains and broke into the North China Military Region with a coal truck.
Ling Zhan, the leader of the Iron-Blooded Regiment, came back on horseback and saw the dirty little girl standing there in shock——
"Daddy!" The moment the milk sound sounded, he heard a shocking voice:
Finally found it! He looks fierce, but his murderous intent is genuine. From now on, it will be your job to catch the spies!
Ling Zhan looked at his daughter who had been "died for three years" on the file and took her back without changing his expression.
Since then, the military region has gained a three-year-old regimental favorite who possesses metaphysics and masters the melon-eating system.
Ling Nianci thought that he had concealed it well, pretending to be a fool every day and enjoying himself as the group's favorite.
Little did she know that her iron-blooded father had already led her to sweep across the enemy's network across the country, handing in black technology blueprints and hard-core boosting the rise of a great country based on the voice he "accidentally" heard.
