I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Bang, bang bang bang..."

The urgent knocking forced Mr. Jiang's eyes open.

He sat up in bed.

That's right.

He went upstairs and dozed off for a while.

After all, the family consists of women, and he, a grown man, is somewhat embarrassed. If people perceive it as harassment, it would be even more unfair.

"elder brother."

The door opened, and there stood the Martial Saint.

"Is everyone out of school?"

"correct."

Alright, now that there's another guy around, I'll have company and won't be lonely anymore. Wu Sheng said excitedly, "What are you doing hiding in the room? Didn't you see we have a guest? Brother, that's impolite of you."

good boy.

"Just be polite."

Mr. Jiang was still lost in his dream, feeling listless.

In his dream, the rooftop garden, which had been transformed into a vegetable patch, actually grew vines and produced gourds. When the gourds split open, there were exquisitely beautiful little girls inside, calling out to him in their childish voices: "Uncle, Uncle."

He was surrounded by women on both sides, his hands were simply not enough, and his mouth was stretched to the back of his ears.

"Brother, you're not that kind of person."

"I'm not that kind of person?"

"In my memory, you are the last gentleman of the East, not to mention that she is an orphan and a widow..."

The first part of the sentence made Mr. Jiang a little flattered, but he immediately frowned slightly.
"Don't talk nonsense."

The Martial Saint immediately covered his mouth, looking apologetic, "I misspoke."

"Look at them, and then look at yourself. You need to be more polite to your father, you know?"

Boss Jiang persevered and patiently guided him.

Where is Yao Yao's father?

The Martial Saint asked.

This must be the first time he and Yu Yao have met.

"An accident happened. Gone."

Mr. Jiang summed it up in one sentence and walked out of the bedroom.

"Ugh."

The Martial Saint sighed sadly, "So small, so pitiful."

"So don't bring up this topic in front of other people."

"I know. I haven't asked anyone in the past two days."

Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder, "It's their first time here, you should act like an older brother."

At this point, Jiang Chen suddenly felt something was amiss.

He's the older brother, so how come the Martial Saint is also the older brother?

But that seems reasonable.

Even the Martial Saint calls him brother.

Seniority has nothing to do with age; he and the Martial Saint are of the same generation.

"Don't worry, brother, I treat her like my own sister. Actually, I've always wanted a sister, not an older sister."

The Martial Saint said quietly.

That kid.

They truly don't appreciate their good fortune.

"Brother Martial Saint, come play games!"

Upon seeing the Martial Saint descend the stairs, the little girl Yu Yao immediately called out. It was clear that although the mother and daughter had only arrived two days prior, they had already become quite familiar with each other.

"You need to take a break. You can't stare at the TV all the time; it's bad for your eyes."

hiss--

Jiang Chen glanced at him sideways.

This kid is really quite something.

"Alright then, let's play again tonight. Brother Martial Saint, come and have some snacks."

Children are always close to people of similar age. As Jiang Chen and Wu Sheng walked over, his eyes suddenly stung.

"What is this? Chocolate?"

The Martial Saint also noticed that the little girl Yu Yao was holding a golden object in her hand, shaped like a gold ingot.

"No. This is gold."

Yu Yao gave a very serious explanation.

Duanmu Liuli sat quietly to the side, holding the sunflower seed shells in one hand and continuing to put the sunflower seeds into her mouth with the other.

of course.

Yu Hui was also there.

"Gold? Is it tasty?"

The Martial Saint joked, clearly not taking it seriously.

"You can't eat it."

Yu Yao immediately shook her head.

"Let my brother see."

The Martial Saint reached out as if in jest.

The little girl was very generous and handed the "gold ingot" to the Martial Saint without hesitation.

"I go."

As soon as he picked it up, Wu Sheng sensed something was wrong. It was heavy and substantial, definitely not just a chocolate wrapped in a coating. Ignoring Yu Yao's reminder, he still took a tentative bite, without using any force, and then "crunch."

His face changed drastically, and he turned his head in disbelief, "Brother, it really is gold!" "This was given to Yao Yao by Master Duanmu."

Yu Hui explained, her melodious voice tinged with a helpless, bitter smile.

"Sister Liuli—"

The Martial Saint looked at Liuli, whom he had spent every day with, and felt aggrieved.

That's not fair.

"This is the money that Sister Liuli gave me to buy snacks."

Yu Yao added.

Boss Jiang then understood the whole story.

You've misunderstood the Taoist nun.

They were still very polite.

After I found out what I had bought, I paid the bill for them.

only.

At the snack station, it seems like he paid the bill?

It's not that he's coveting this ingot of gold; he was the one who gave it away in the first place. Everything should be done reasonably, shouldn't it?

"Yaoyao, give the gold to your uncle. He paid the bill just now."

Mothers are always understanding.

but.

Mr. Jiang seemed a little dazed again.

uncle?

Who are you calling?
The little girl was very obedient. She took the gold ingot back from the Martial Saint and handed it to someone, saying, "Uncle, here you go."

How well-behaved she is!

Mom said she would change how she addressed me, and so she did.

Ok.

It really was him.

Jiang Chen, who was used to hearing this, was rather slow to react. After a moment of stunned silence, he managed a smile and patted the little girl's bob haircut. "Take what your sister gave you. Let Mom save it for you. When you grow up, you can use it as travel expenses to fight evil and uphold justice."

Thankfully, it wasn't mentioned as part of her dowry.

"puff."

The Martial Saint couldn't hold back.

"What are you laughing at, Martial Saint Brother?"

Yu Yao looked at him in confusion.

"I didn't laugh."

The Martial Saint suppressed a smile and looked around.

No. You laughed. You're laughing at me.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three adults remained silent.

The Martial Saint couldn't bear such a serious charge, so he quickly protested, "Why would I laugh at you?"

"Brother Martial Saint looks down on people."

The Martial Saint began to feel a headache.

Is it true that girls are born difficult?

What do I look down on you for?

The Martial Saint said helplessly and innocently.

"You think I won't become a great hero when I grow up."

"A great hero?"

"Correct."

The little girl brandished the gold ingot, shouting, "What demons and monsters, what beautiful women in disguise, what mountains of knives and seas of fire, what traps and schemes—evil can't defeat justice!"

"puff."

The little girl's self-composed tune once again amused the Martial Saint.

Simultaneously.

This also includes her new Jinjiang uncle and her mommy.

The stunningly beautiful Taoist nun, however, remained calm and unhurried, cracking sunflower seeds with a "crunch".

"If you keep laughing, I'm going to beat you up!"

The little girl was baring her teeth and brandishing her claws.

"Brother isn't making fun of you."

The Martial Saint spoke in an unprecedentedly gentle tone, "What my brother means is that it's best not to become a great hero."

"Why--?"

The ending note was cutely drawn out.

"Because saving the planet is exhausting."

The Martial Saint followed suit, starting an impromptu rap: "Stop praising my open-mindedness and fearlessness, even a great hero can break down. Don't ask me if I cried, a great hero can't shed tears~"

"Brother Martial Saint, your singing is not good at all."

The little girl wrinkled her nose.

The Martial Saint, who was very concerned about his reputation, didn't care at all at this moment. "It doesn't matter if it doesn't sound good. You just need to know that girls should be protected, not the other way around."

For some reason, the adults who were laughing lost their smiles. (End of Chapter)