The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

The morning sun shone through the clouds, illuminating every corner of the street.

Today, Niannian wore a light blue jacket, her hair was tied into two little buns, and she stretched out a big yawn at the gate of the yard.

"Brothers and sisters, we've had a blast these past few days! Hehe, let's go check out the Huaxia Martial Arts Academy today, I've never been there before!"

Little Xiao poked her head out of the house: "Is this the academy that Dad asked us to build?"

"Yeah! I heard there are a lot of people there. Let's go check it out, maybe there'll be something fun! Hehe..."

Luo Nannan was already squatting at the door tying her shoelaces. After tying them and tugging at the top of her shoes, she said, "Then let's go."

Qiqi came out of the kitchen, munching on a piece of bread, and mumbled, "Is the academy far away?"

"It won't be long since we arrived by car." Niannian clapped her hands. "Let's go, let's go, before the sun gets too hot."

Xiao Jin led the way, while the withered tree master followed behind at a leisurely pace.

When they passed a breakfast stall, Niannian bought a few steamed buns and gave one to each of them. Luo Nannan was so burned when she received them that she had to turn her hand from side to side before she could hold them steady.

The streets started to fill up with people, some riding electric bikes, some carrying shopping baskets, and some pushing strollers, their figures mingling together.

Niannian walked and ate a steamed bun as she went, leading the way.

After turning a corner, the road ahead narrowed a bit, with old building walls on both sides and a slightly worn bread cart parked by the roadside.

Seven or eight figures emerged from behind the bread truck and blocked the road.

The leader was very tall, wearing a dark short-sleeved shirt, and had faded, indistinct tattoos on his arms.

He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. When he saw Niannian and the others approaching, he took the cigarette off and tucked it behind his ear.

"Stop right there!" He took a step forward and blocked the road.

"You little brats, right?"

Xiao Jin stuffed the steamed bun in her hand into her mouth in one bite, clapped her hands, and asked, "Who are you guys?"

The leader glanced down at him:

"Who are we? You broke my brother's hand a couple of days ago."

"You little rascals are quite something, aren't you? You see injustice, shout it out, and then you just run away? There's no such simple thing in this world!"

"Big guy, who's your brother?"

We had so much fun these past few days, all we can remember are the food, drinks, and games…

Niannian squeezed from the back to the front and looked up at the leader.

"Stop pretending, you're the one at the alley entrance, the one with the iron rod."

My brother said it was you little brats who did it.

Niannian thought for a moment: "Ah... that weird uncle who tripped and fell and whose brain isn't working properly?"

The leader's face darkened: "Enough nonsense. You think you can just walk away after hitting someone? There's no way you can get away with that!"

Xiao Jin put his hands on his hips and said, "So what if he hit me? He was the one who blocked my way first."

The leader tilted his head slightly, and the muscles around his mouth twitched:

"How about it? Of course we fought back."

Don't blame the uncles for bullying the kids; it's your own fault for being so ungrateful.

Remember this from now on: mind your own business.

He waved his hand behind him, and seven or eight burly men surrounded him.

Even the smallest one was two heads taller than Niannian, with broad shoulders that formed a row.

Several people were not carrying anything in their hands, two were clenching their fists, and one bent down to pick up a dry twig, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it away.

Niannian took a step back, turned to look at Xiaoxiao, and the latter also looked at her.

Luo Nannan stood to the side, her gaze shifting from the leader's face to the face of the person next to her, as if she were counting heads.

Just as Niannian and the others were about to raise their hands, Luo Tian's voice rang in their minds:

"No magic or spiritual power may be used, no one may die, and nothing too shocking is allowed."

Play with them slowly, and just keep the game going back and forth.

This is the secular world; let's not cause a commotion or panic.

Niannian blinked and lowered her hand that she had just raised.

She looked at her own little fist, then at the leader's hand, which was bigger than her face, and then turned to the little girl and said:

Did you hear what Dad just said?

She nodded slightly: "I heard you."

"Then how am I supposed to hit it?" Niannian looked at her little fist, which was pink and tender, and squeezed it hard.

"He might not even feel the pain if you hit him."

"Scratch him?" Luo Nannan suggested from the side.

After thinking for a moment, Niannian said, "That works too. Tickling doesn't seem to be a form of arithmetic."

The leader, seeing them whispering amongst themselves, assumed they were discussing how to beg for mercy and snorted.

"What are you muttering about? You can't run away even if you want to, there are people blocking both ends of this street."

"I never thought about running away. I just wanted to ask, your brother's hand was folded, did he go to get it?"

Little Niannian stared with wide eyes and asked curiously.

"What are you talking about, you little brat? Are you waiting to die if you don't look?"

Did he say how he fell?

The leader was taken aback: "What? How did you fall?"

"It means he slipped and fell on his own."

Niannian said very seriously:

"There is moss on the ground, and the area near the base of the wall is particularly slippery."

Go back and tell him to be careful and not to take that road next time it rains.

The leader's face twitched: "You... you..."

He had barely uttered half a curse when Xiao Jin darted over from the side and stomped on his shoe.

The leader cried out "Ouch!" and grimaced as he looked down.

Xiao Jin had already stepped back, spreading his hands: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I got excited and stepped on you, sorry!"