I picked up a daughter. She was cute and well-behaved, until I found her casually crushing space cracks and muttering, "The devil world is too messy, I need to straighten it out." I quickly taught her the principles of life and told her not to destroy the world at every turn. As a result, the next day, the kindergarten teacher said that a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the slide. The elders cried and begged me to take care of her. I held my daughter in my arms, looked at the demon king who was kneeling on the ground, and said helplessly: "Baby, didn't we agree to eat milk first and then destroy the world?"
