Qin Yuhan looked at the little girl. She knew her daughter was smart, but in so ways, she was still just a child. "You’re not wearing that," she said.
With that, Qin Yuhan put the lace outfit away.
An unhappy expression crossed the little girl’s face.
That evening, Murong Yezi and the others gathered to watch TV, and Wu Tian ca downstairs as well.
Qin Yuhan suddenly remarked, "It would be even better if we had so snacks while watching TV."
Upon hearing this, the little girl shot up, ran upstairs, and returned with several bags of snacks. She tore one open herself and began munching on so chips and fries. CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Seeing this, Qin Yuhan asked, "When did you buy these? Are they tasty?"
"I bought them secretly. As for whether they’re tasty or not, Mom, just watch eat." The little girl lifted the bag to her mouth and poured the entire contents inside. Only after her cheeks were stuffed did she chew with satisfaction.
She then tossed a bag each to Murong Yezi and Wu Tian.
Qin Yuhan said, "Sweetie, did you forget about Mommy?"
After swallowing, the little girl said sadly, "Mom, I only bought three bags. You’ll just have to bear with it for now."
Qin Yuhan was speechless. She adored this girl, but at that mont, she felt she had no choice but to teach her a lesson. If she didn’t, her daughter would turn into a total brat.
Just as Qin Yuhan was about to take action, the TV program began, but it was quickly replaced by a live broadcast.
The broadcast showed the Great Historian Museum of Dragon Country in Stick Country. A mob from Stick Country had stord the museum and were rampaging, with the staff of the Dragon Country’s Great Historian Museum being beaten back.
"People of Dragon Country, get out of Stick Country!"
The scene then switched to a Great Historian Museum in another country, where the sa thing was happening. Locals had stord the Dragon Country’s museum, and the staff from Dragon Country were being beaten.
"How could they do this?" Murong Yezi said angrily.
Qin Yuhan also exclaid, "What on earth is happening? Why are they attacking our people stationed at the Great Historian Museums there?"
It wasn’t just Wu Tian’s family who was enraged. Throughout Dragon Country, everyone watching the live broadcast was furious.
"Our Great Historian Museums abroad represent the dignity of Dragon Country. How can they just attack them? Why aren’t the officials of those countries stopping them? This is outrageous!"
The officials of Dragon Country were also infuriated. The Lord of the Four Seas and Commander-in-Chief Peng Jide were seething. They tried calling the Monarchs and official hotlines of those other countries to demand an explanation, but their calls went unanswered.
Finally, a telegram arrived from the Chief Secretary of Hezong Country: "Punish Wu Tian for world peace!"
"Nonsense!" Mr. Liu smashed his cup in a fit of rage. "This is coercion!"
The Lord of the Four Seas nodded. "Don’t worry, I won’t do it. We, the people of Dragon Country, have backbone! We don’t do whatever they tell us to!"
「In Yang City, at Wu Tian’s house.」
Wu Tian had already activated his Spiritual Sense. It spread across the globe, revealing the plans of the various nations to him. His eyes grew cold and stern.
My death will bring world peace? What kind of joke is this?
His Spiritual Sense first focused on Dragon Country’s Great Historian Museum in Stick Country. One of the Dragon Country staff had managed to escape but was being chased by Stick Country officials. They were trying to capture the museum staff to force Dragon Country to deal with Wu Tian—to cut off its own arm. They had no idea that Wu Tian was watching this entire scene with his Spiritual Sense.
The arrogant Stick Country officials chased the man from Dragon Country, eventually cornering him in a small alley.
The n looked arrogantly at the honest-faced man from Dragon Country. "Wouldn’t it be better for you Dragon Country people to just work in your own country? How dare you co to our land and build a Great Historian Museum? Do you think you people from Dragon Country are qualified to establish sothing like this?"
"That’s right! And you dare to claim Confucius and ncius are yours. Let tell you, Confucius, ncius, Sun Zi, and Laozi—they all belong to our Stick Country."
"Now, say that Laozi, Confucius, ncius, and Sun Zi are all from our country. If you do, we won’t beat you; we’ll just lock you up. Otherwise, we’ll beat you first, then lock you up!"
"Say it!"
Say it? Like hell I will!
He Qingjie clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with defiant patriotism. "Listen here! Laozi, Confucius, ncius, and Sun Zi are all from our Dragon Country! They have nothing to do with you!
"The Double Ninth Festival is ours, too! It has nothing to do with your Stick Country! And Qu Yuan has nothing to do with you!
"Stop being so shaless! You can kill , but I will not spout such nonsense."
He Qingjie’s words infuriated the Stick Country n. Since childhood, their textbooks had claid that figures like Confucius were from their country.
Those sages are clearly from Stick Country! How can these people from Dragon Country be so despicable? How dare they falsely claim Confucius and Qu Yuan as their own?
The enraged Stick Country n imdiately started punching and kicking He Qingjie. He curled up, covering his head, but still refused to say what they wanted. He clenched his teeth. Even as they beat him, he refused to cry out in pain, his eyes remaining just as resolute.
Dragon Country! My motherland! I might never be able to return! But I would rather die here than disgrace Dragon Country or my countryn! It’s just... I’m so hosick! Oh, my holand!
At that mont, He Qingjie’s heart ached with an intense longing for ho.
Wu Tian, still in Yang City, witnessed this scene through his Spiritual Sense. He found the man from Dragon Country impressive. As for the n from Stick Country, he thought they truly deserved to die.
Claiming Laozi, Confucius, ncius, and Sun Zi are yours? Have you no sha?
Wu Tian decided to step in and help He Qingjie.
「In a Stick Country alley.」
"Speak! Are you going to say it or not!"
"You, from Dragon Country! Admit your mistake! Say that Laozi, Confucius, ncius, and Sun Zi are ours!"
"Say it! Are you going to talk or not?"
The Stick Country n were getting into the rhythm of the beating, kicking him again and again. He Qingjie grit his teeth; he was no match for them.
Just then, Wu Tian’s voice suddenly echoed inside He Qingjie’s mind, startling him. It was an incredibly strange voice, appearing directly in his mind rather than his ears.
"Three n are attacking you. One is about to kick your shoulder, another is aiming for your right arm, and the third wants to stomp on your head!"
He Qingjie instinctively dodged. Knowing where the three were aiming made it all too easy to evade.
All three kicks missed.
"What?" The three Stick Country n were stunned.
A coincidence! It must be a coincidence!
The three of them once again started punching and kicking He Qingjie.
"Now, leap into the air. I’ve calculated your heights and everything; you’ll definitely dodge their attacks. Then, kick out with your right foot. My calculations show it will connect. After you land, imdiately throw a punch..."
The strange voice spoke in his mind again. With his eyes closed, He Qingjie felt he had no choice but to do as the voice instructed.
The next mont, the three n were struck on critical acupressure points. Their bodies went limp, and they collapsed to the ground.
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