I was banned by the Revitalization event.

"Zixuan, let's play King of Glory in a bit. I just bought a Yao."

"Okay, I want to play mid lane!"

As soon as the video started, the two boys began chatting and invited each other to play ranked games together.

Qin Luo rested his chin on his hand, finding the kids' chatter quite amusing and evoking a sense of nostalgia. However, he had to admit that the real-name registration system was ultimately ineffective, failing to stop these children who wanted to play games.

"Why don't you play games with them?" Qin Luo said softly, ruffling Xia Meng's hair.

"I'm not good at it..." Xia Meng twisted her body.

"Xia Meng is an idiot, she can't play anything right. Last time she played Yao, she died fifteen times. Only a fool would want to play with her." At this moment, Qin Luo's voice seemed to be heard by others. The little boy named Zixuan said disdainfully, crossing his arms in front of the camera.

"She's so bad, she only deserves to play in Silver rank. We're already Platinum pros!"

Another little boy looked smug.

As the two of them talked, the other children in the video also laughed.

Qin Luo saw Xia Meng lean closer to him, snuggling into his arms, looking somewhat unhappy, and lowering her head slightly.

Chapter 139 Artist Qin Luo

Children are simple-minded, so they easily express both good and bad intentions without any attempt to hide them.

The speaker meant no harm.

However, these words might be quite a blow to a little girl whose parents are both busy.

Qin Luo hugged Xia Meng and gently patted her head.

"Shall I play with you in a bit?"

"No need, let's do crafts instead. Brother Qin Luo, can you make me the prettiest little duck?" Xia Meng raised her little face, revealing a cute smile, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Okay." Qin Luo smiled as well.

If Xia Meng doesn't care, then he's relieved. To him, Xia Meng is like family. Since her parents are too busy, he'll take care of the little girl and help her grow up properly.

He then held the little girl and talked to her for a while.

Not long after.

Xia Meng's labor class teacher also appeared in the video. She was a woman in her thirties, wearing an earring and dressed quite fashionably.

He said a few words briefly.

The teacher simply rearranged the assignment and then cut it off.

She probably has to supervise all the children in the class, so she can't spend too much time in a craft group.

"Brother Qin Luo, let's do some crafts." Xia Meng clenched her fist.

"Leave it to me."

Qin Luo unpacked the clay, gave the little girl a thumbs up, then picked up a shaping knife, briefly analyzed the weight and initial shape, and started sculpting.

When it comes to artistic creation, Xia Meng has found the right person this time.

Two minutes.

Qin Luo finished a beautiful little yellow duck in one go, using orange, black, and red modeling clay.

"How is it?" Qin Luo placed the finished product into Xia Meng's palm.

A piece of cake.

"Brother Qin Luo, the teacher told us to be little yellow ducks, not giraffes." The little girl blinked and looked at Qin Luo.

It's cute, but it's not part of the assignment.

Off topic.

“Giraffes have four legs, take a closer look.” Qin Luo paused for a moment.

"Hmm, is this a two-legged giraffe?" Xia Meng looked at it again, giving full play to her imagination, and held it in her hands.

Qin Luo didn't speak, but silently separated the different colors and redid it.

Xia Meng clenched her fists and watched intently.

When she was almost finished, the little girl clapped her hands twice, her face beaming with joy: "Go, Brother Qin Luo! I don't know what it is, but I can roughly make out the shape of the little animal!"

"..." Qin Luo.

At this point, one child in the craft group had already finished, and that child was named Zixuan.

The person working with him seemed to be his mother. The little boy held up the duck and quacked loudly. Then he turned to look at the camera and suddenly burst out laughing, "Xia Meng, what is that you made? It's so ugly. Is it an orange Patrick Star?"

"This is a giraffe made by Brother Qin Luo!" Xia Meng said quickly, hugging Qin Luo's arm.

She said she could.

But no one is allowed to talk about Brother Qin Luo.

"..." Qin Luo, holding a utility knife.

Although your heart is good, what's with this slightly hurt feeling?

But the little boy pointed at the screen and made a face, saying, "You're an idiot, and your brother is an idiot too. With such a family of idiots, no wonder no other kids want to play with you."

Open your eyes wide.

Xia Meng pouted and suddenly became angry.

How could this be!

The little girl didn't swear; she just pursed her lips, remained silent, and lowered her head to knead the clay.

My mother said that.

Kind children should not attack others casually.

"Whose parent is this? Can you control your child? It's not appropriate to talk like that." Qin Luo looked at Xia Meng and lost his mood for crafts. He simply hugged Xia Meng closer and gently coaxed her by lifting one leg up.

That's a bit too much.

The child's mother, in her thirties, was also in the video, wearing light makeup and eating sunflower seeds.

She simply hugged the little boy named Zixuan and rolled her eyes at the screen, saying, "Why are you arguing with an eight-year-old? He's still so young and doesn't understand things. Kids are noisy and innocent... You're just making a fuss."

She spoke these words in a muffled, soft voice.

But Qin Luo still overheard it.

Protected by his mother, the little boy became even more smug and made another face, saying, "A family of big idiots."

Qin Luo remained calm and simply put Xia Meng down.

I'm a little angry.

He stood up, waved to Hanxue who was sitting on the sofa, and handed her the clay, asking her to do it for him.

"I'll play with her for a while, help her finish her craft homework, and then I'll make a phone call."

"Are you going to sculpt a giraffe?"

Han Xue nodded gently, holding the artwork her master had made by hand. After observing it for a moment, she fully utilized her initiative as a secretary to try and figure out Qin Luo's intentions.

Qin Luo: "..."

She also stuffed Xia Meng's homework slip into Han Xue's hand.

Qin Luo walked into the stairwell, took out his phone, scrolled through it, and dialed the number of the First Elder.

"Give me ten strong men, tall and big."

"The scarier the better."

……

Twenty minutes later, the craft class ended. The skillful Hanxue helped Xia Meng sculpt a beautiful little duck, then recorded a video and posted it in the chat group, completing the last homework assignment of the holiday.

Meanwhile, six kilometers away...

A dozen or so burly men from the Blood Bat Sect had already found the address and were in position in advance, standing in front of a house.

They were on average 2.25 meters tall, wearing tank tops and dark green military pants. Each of them had bulging muscles, which filled out their tank tops. Cultivators are naturally physically strong, and coupled with their gloomy faces, terrifying aura, and the scars on their faces and bodies, they looked particularly frightening.

"Got it?" the leader said in a low voice.

"Got it!" The burly men nodded vigorously.

"Dong dong dong."

The burly man at the head of the group knocked on the security door.

Less than half a minute later, the door was opened, and it was Zixuan's mother who had spoken in the video.

Just as the woman was about to speak, she saw the group of burly men outside the door.

She was startled.

They hurriedly tried to close the door.

The burly man at the head of the group was faster than her. He grabbed the door leaf with a force as strong as an iron clamp, holding the iron door firmly in place. Then, with a wave of his hand, he coldly gave orders to his men behind him.

"Charge!"

A dozen or so burly men, their faces grim, silently carried out the orders.

Zixuan's mother and the little boy were terrified. They just retreated and huddled in the corner, trembling, unable to make a sound.

Robbery! Robber!

Moreover, there were more than ten robbers, each weighing over 200 pounds!

The mother and son lived in constant fear.

However, the dozen or so burly men showed no intention of harming anyone. They simply wandered around the room with dark expressions, and finally found a small blue schoolbag. The leader turned it over and took out English, math, and Chinese workbooks, which he then began to look through.

It's definitely this thing.

The burly man at the head of the group took out his phone and checked the message Qin Luo had sent.

Then he found page seventeen of the English textbook, pages five and six of the Chinese textbook, and page twenty-two of the math textbook, neatly cut them out with the dagger he carried, and put them in his jacket pocket.