Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 416 When Parrots Face Hardship The dog wagged its tail, pleadingly looking up at the man who approached it. Holding a phone, his voice trembled with uncertainty.

“What should | do... Oh, please don’t look at me like that, it's just... It's just...” He seemed at a loss, crouching beside the dog, his face expressionless while his words carried a tinge of sorrow, “It's hard for me when you look at me like this... | can't bring you home, you see. | already have a dog there...” “My dog was a stray too, but he’s quite sensitive and doesn’t get along with other dogs. | can’t take you with me, I'm afraid.” Lost in his performance, the man failed to notice Lilly and Blake standing nearby.

Finally, he sighed, “I'm sorry, but all | can do is bury your companion... It's the only thing left for me to do.” “Oh, by the way, | have a meat bun here. Take it!" He said, then grabbed the dog from the ground and carefully walked towards the roadside.

And with a slight shake of the camera, he changed the scene...

Lilly asked, “Daddy, what is he doing by shaking the phone like that?” With a cold gaze, Blake replied, “He’s pretending to walk so that it's easier to edit the scene transitions. later.” As the man estimated that he had captured enough footage, he casually threw the lifeless body of the dog that had been hit to the side of the road.

The stiff dog hit the curb with a dull thud, its life extinguished.

The surviving dog, thinking it had encountered a kind person, was taken aback when it saw the man. discarding its companion’s body without a trace of compassion.

A sense of confusion seemed to freeze the dog in place and its eyes revealed a bewildered emotion.

The man stood there, watching the footage he had filmed, finally satisfied. In the end, he captured a few more shots of the bewildered and helpless dog before preparing to leave.

Pablo said, ‘Lilly, come!” Lilly hesitated slightly, unable to grasp why she should hesitate, but her instincts and subconscious told —her to wait a little longer.

Blake recognized her confusion and said, “Are you trying to save a thousand and one dogs, or help the one right in front of you?” Lilly didn’t even hesitate. “A thousand and one.” Blake lowered his gaze, studying her intently. “Then we won't act yet. We'll gather enough evidence to 1/4 expose them and bring them down.” In truth, the realm of pet consumption attracted many hypocritical demons seeking to exploit the trend for their gain.

The explosion of short video platforms had given rise to a group of individuals blinded by greed, willing to do anything for fame and money.

If they were going to fight, they had to make these heartless individuals fearful, so they would never dare to continue their atrocities in broad daylight.

But in the process of saving those thousand and one stray animals, they would undoubtedly have to sacrifice a few more lives.

Blake didn’t explicitly state this, but it lingered in the air, unsaid.

However, the young girl before them remained resolute, her eyes shining with determination as she nodded firmly. “Yes, let's bring them down!” Pablo's mouth twitched.

Was it too early to teach her this? Was she sure she wouldn't be met with Old Mrs. Crawford's wrath upon returning home? Pablo couldn't help but interject, “Since we're playing the long game, let's first lock onto the malignant spirit.” After encountering a crying spirit, both Pablo and Lilly became more vigilant. Even without Pablo’s instruction, Lilly knew she had to act accordingly.

Pablo was about to teach her a new magic-marking.

This way, even if the malignant spirit escaped, they could track him down using the mark.

But to their surprise, Lilly swiftly dashed forward, running straight to the man who was preparing to leave in his car.

“Uncle!” Lilly called out.

The man turned around, furrowing his brows as he looked at Lilly. “Who are you?” The malignant spirit on his head seemed to sense trouble brewing and glanced at Pablo in the distance before attempting to flee.

However, before it could make its escape, the young gir before him shouted, “Hey! Call me ‘Daddy’!” Then, with a soft yet determined hand, she delivered a resounding slap! In an instant, the malignant spirit seemed to be trapped, struggling futilely on top of the man’s head. It couldn't break free, as if it was “locked” onto its host.

Alook of sheer terror washed over the malignant spirits face.

Lilly, satisfied with her accomplishment, said, “There you go!” Why bother letting the malignant spirit escape and then go searching for him? It would be so 2/4 troublesome. It was much simpler to just prevent him from running in the first place.

Pablo was momentarily speechless. He never imagined that the spell he taught Lilly, not the “Career Cut Spell... no, it was “Daddy's Lesson,” could be used in such a way.

The man who had been slapped felt a surge of annoyance. Out of nowhere, a random child appeared, demanding to be called “Daddy”?! “Where did this wild child come from? Does you have hanners?” he exclaimed in frustration am With a disdainful look, he waved his hand dismissively at Lilly. “Get lost!” But before he could finish his sentence, a small stone dane flying from somewhere and struck him, knocking out his front teeth with a loud crack! The man howled in pain, clutching his mouth as agony engulfed him. He cursed and cursed, his words filled with resentment.

Grace, observing the scene, discreetly discarded the stone she had been about to throw, realizing her intervention was no longer necessary.

Grace pursed her lips, her young face displaying a chilling coldness.

Why was my immediate reaction to knock out the man’s front teeth? She couldn't help but feel irritated with herself, thinking, Why did | even get involved? And now, I'm defending this pesky pest, Lilly.

The man spat out blood and angrily approached Lilly,ointing his finger at her face, and yelled, “Where are your guardians? Pay up!” Then, a menacing man walked over, his expression icy and threatening, as if he could devour someone whole.

“I am her father. What's the problem? How much do you want for compensation?” he said in a chilling tone.

Before the man could respond, Blake, crossing his arms gave a chilling glare and said, “For lifelong disability, one billion. For bruises and swelling, three hundred million. And for a complete funeral package, including cremation, three billion. Take your pick!” “You're crazy!” the man muttered and hastily got into his car, driving away.

Blake glanced at the license plate number, took out his phone, and sent a message.

Then, Blake looked at Lilly and asked, “Are you okay?” Lilly blinked and assured him that she was fine. She hadn't suffered any losses. Her clothes weren't even touched. What could go wrong? “Daddy, can we take this dog home?” Lilly squatted beside the dog, her face filled with sympathy.

Grace chuckled softly and muttered, “How childish.” She questioned silently, in a world with so many unfortuite beings and things, could one truly empathize with all of them? Would sympathy make a difference? 3/4 Yet, she failed to realize that if there was no trace of sympathy left in this world, a world without even a hint of childlike innocence, it would be a terrifying place indeed.

Unaware of Grace’s comment, Lilly couldn't resist reaching out and gently patting the head of another dog.

However, she hesitated. After all, their home already had a turtle, a parrot, and a cat. She couldn't bring every stray dog back to the Crawford family.

Lilly decided to delegate this important decision to Polly.

“Polly, what do you think?” she asked earnestly.

Polly, who was focused on ambushing and preparing to grab Tortoise’s head, responded with a squawk, “Caw?” Normally, when going out, Lilly would only bring Polly and Tortoise along. As for Bellflower... well, Lilly felt that Bellflower was too big to carry around.

Lilly asked Polly for her opinion with sincerity, “Can we bring this dog home?” “And you and Bellflower won't bully it, right?” “If we bring it home, can you teach it to talk?” Polly hesitated for a moment, then squawked, “...” Caw! The first two points were negotiable.

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