The little packrat threw the fish to the ground beside her and continued to smash the fish.
The tree branch in her hand smashed down accurately.
Most importantly, each smash yielded a big fish that weighed more than eight catties.
The onlookers on both sides of the shore were stunned.
"How did she see the fish swimming downstream? Am I blind?"
"What I'm curious about is why she's carrying such a heavy tree branch and hitting it so accurately!"
"If the fish in this river see this little ancestor in the future, they will have to take a detour."
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The little packrat was trapped in the Yuan Mansion all day long. There were only two games she played: hide-and-seek and flying high.
Now, she felt that fishing fish was too fun!
The more she played, the more energetic he became. Every time he hit it, he would giggle.
"Uncle, Sweetcake likes to play with fish!"
"Uncle, isn't Sweetcake very good at fishing fish?"
