"Yellowstone Art of War, "Collegeology", "Geography", "Rizhilu"..."

When I was a child, I was already very instinctive about that. When I saw my cute fucking sister, I couldn't help pinching her pink hands and mutton fat neck. But when I heard Murong Zhi report this long list of books, I had no interest. I shook it on the spot, trying to find a crack in the ground to get into the milky smell on my hand as if it was emitted by a monster!

My mother pretended to be calm and coughed dryly, "We don't work hard. I didn't expect your father to teach his daughter so well."

It’s not that I don’t work hard. I am only five and a half years old and I am still reading villain’s books.

"Zhi'er will definitely be an amazing person in the future. These are books to benefit the country and to study by great scholars who have made contributions to the world. What kind of life ambitions do Zhi'er have?"

"Reviving the Great Swallow!"

"Does Zhi'er know what country Dayan is?" her mother asked slowly, her face a little bad.

"The dynasty established by our ancestors in the civilization era conquered most of the Central Plains, and they were unparalleled in the world."

My mother slapped Murong Zhi in the face, "You don't have to learn literature anymore, so you can do housework with the women in the future."

Murong Zhi's eyes were very strange at that time, and I couldn't tell whether it was resentful or confused.

At that time, I warned myself to beware of this girl, not to be fooled by her beauty, not to let her harm my mother in the future, and to put ecstasy medicine when blowing my pillow wind.

I later learned that Dayan was an empire established by the Murong tribe of the northern Rakshasa barbarians who invaded our Central Plains after invaded our Central Plains.

My mother has always taught me the difference between China and barbarians. She may not be disgusted by the robber’s daughter, and she may not be disgusted by the naturalized barbarians, but she will never accept the barbarians who have been reslaving us Chinese dreams.

From then on, Murong Zhi became a taciturn girl with a look of death. Every time it was a festival, her mother would kindly let her put on beautiful clothes and play her heart-wrenching goddaughter in front of my father and other pirates. As soon as the festival ended, she would immediately peel off her dress and let her go back to be my maid.

This is the mother's punishment for Murong Zhi, not the naturalized barbarians, but the punishment for a person who dares not give up and destroys our China, regardless of her gender or race.
Chapter completed!