The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Ling Yi hurried towards the garden, his mind full of images of the little cubs running around.

He felt a little regretful that he was not the first one to see his baby learn to walk.

When he rushed to the garden, the little cub was squatting on the ground, and the little flower that had been dying in the corner had been transplanted into a small and cute pot.

Ling Yu stood there with a doting look on his face, holding a plant nutrient in his hand, which he had specially found for the little cub. The little cub held the nutrient in his chubby little hand and carefully dripped two drops into the flowerpot.

Yuri was watching from the side and couldn't help feeling a little dazed. He even wondered if he was having an illusion.

The weed that was held in the little cub's arms and protected tightly like a baby seemed to have undergone a magical change at this moment.

It was obviously larger than when the little cub was first dug out from the corner of the wall. The originally withered and yellow leaves seemed to be injected with vitality, and the color became emerald green, sparkling with the luster of life under the sunlight.

"Huahua, you have to grow up quickly! Guoguo will get you a bigger pot when the time comes."

The little cub's chubby fingers gently tapped the purple petals twice, and the little flower seemed to understand and swayed gently twice.

Just then, the sound of a car stopping was heard not far away.

The little cub seemed to have some kind of sense and immediately turned its head and looked in the direction of the sound.

When Ling Guo saw who got off the car, a bright smile instantly blossomed on her chubby little face. She waved her hand vigorously in that direction happily, and shouted loudly while waving:

"Dad, Dad. Guoguo is here."

Before he finished speaking, the little cub couldn't wait to hold the little flower in his arms, and with his still unsteady short legs, he excitedly ran towards Ling Yi.

Ling Yi stood there, his eyes trembling slightly, his gaze fixed on the little cub, his eyes full of disbelief.

Who would have thought that the cute little cub that could now run towards him was the big white egg that he had always held in his arms. Now his egg was growing up slowly.

It was not until the little cub's chubby little body dived into his arms that Ling Yi came back to his senses from his surging emotions.

"Dad, Dad, look, these are Guoguo's flowers." Ling Guo held the small flowerpot high above his head as if he was presenting a treasure. His big eyes blinked at Ling Yi, sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

"Guoguo found it! Huahua was almost dying, and it was Guoguo who saved it."

As he spoke, the little cub did not forget to pull Ling Yi's hand and point to the corner.

"Hey, that's where Guoguo found Huahua. Dad, can Guoguo keep it?"

Ling Guo saw that Ling Yi didn't say a word and just stared at him. That look made him feel a little uneasy.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

The little cub held his small flower pot with one hand and held Ling Yi's thigh with the other hand and tried to climb up.

The little cub was a little anxious, so anxious that tears were about to come out.

"No, Daddy is not sick." Ling Yi said, leaning over and picking up the little cub beside his legs, holding it under his armpits and hugging it tightly in his arms. At the same time, he gently rubbed the little cub's round head and said softly: "Dad is just too happy."

"Huh? What's wrong with Dad?" Ling Guo tilted his head and looked at Ling Yi with confusion. He felt that his father looked a little strange today, not the same as usual.

"Guoguo can walk now. Daddy is very happy." Ling Yi said, rubbing his cheek against the cub's chubby cheek.

"Huh?" Ling Guo was stunned at first, a little confused.

When he heard Xiaohuahua calling him just now, he hurriedly broke free from his uncle's arms and didn't even realize that he had walked over on his own.

Now when the little cub thinks back on it, he finds it very novel.

He moved in Ling Yi's arms, pushed Ling Yi's shoulders with his little hands, and said in a baby voice:

"Dad, put Guoguo down."

Ling Yi bent down and gently placed the little cub on the ground. Ling Guo immediately and carefully placed the small flower pot in Ling Yi's hand. The small flower pot that the little cub originally needed to hold with both hands was now in Ling Yi's big hand, and he could easily hold it with one hand.

"Dad, you have to protect Guoguo's flowers."

The little cub warned worriedly, looking at Ling Yi with his big eyes without blinking. His serious look was so adorable.

"Okay." Ling Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the ugly but unique little flower in his hand. Unlike Yuri and the others, he had a special perception ability and could keenly sense the breath of the little boy's spiritual power coming from this ugly flower.

Even the spiritual tentacles that had been wrapped around his fingers and had been obediently moving slowly seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force. They slowly crawled down from Ling Yi's fingers and rushed straight towards Xiaohua.

The spiritual tentacles rolled into a small ball, lying in the center of the flower which had only four petals, as if they had found a comfortable nest, and rolled around happily.

Ling Yi frowned slightly, looking at the ugly flower in his hand thoughtfully.

He was quite sure that when he rebuilt the garden, he never remembered to plant the seeds of this flower in the garden, and he had never seen a similar plant in the interstellar plant atlas.

Is this a new species?

"Wow! Dad, look at Guoguo." The cub's cry interrupted Ling Yi's thoughts.

As soon as the cub's toes touched the ground, he stabilized his center of gravity and stood firmly. He first took a small step forward tentatively, and his other foot seemed to have its own consciousness and skillfully followed suit. Gradually, the cub walked faster and faster, and finally turned into a happy run.

Ling Yi's attention was inevitably drawn to the little cub, and he temporarily put aside his doubts about the ugly grass.

He held the flower pot tightly in his hand, looking at the little cubs giggling and running around, and a warm smile involuntarily appeared on the corners of his mouth.

He walked towards Yuri who was taking photos with his laptop and said calmly:

"Send me a copy of everything you just recorded in your optical brain."

Yuri looked reluctant: "..."

He was planning to keep this for himself, but he didn't expect it to be seen by this cold-faced guy. Alas!

Ling Guo was like a little bird that had just learned to fly, running around curiously. He found that his vision was much higher than when he was crawling, and he could see more interesting things.

The little cub, who had always been extremely resistant to learning to walk, suddenly found that learning to walk was not so annoying after all, but full of fun instead.