"Apadadadada!" A sweet, adorable little voice echoed through the lush garden in a lively babble.
The owner of that voice held a doll of her father in one chubby little hand, while in the other she clutched a doll shaped like a hideous demon.
Mimicking adorable battle cries, the baby smashed the two dolls against each other, her tiny body swaying from side to side in her mother's lap, completely absorbed in her own imagination.
Inside her head, a battle capable of splitting the heavens and shattering the Dao unfolded. To onlookers, however, it was nothing more than a cute scene of a baby lost in her own little world.
"Apa…" Lingxi pulled her father's doll backward, pointing its little feet toward the demon. "DADA!"
With that adorable roar, she slammed the two dolls together with all her might, sending the demon's head flying clean off.
