"Oh my god, my brain is itching, and this knowledge just popped up on its own."
"Hey, our Chinese nation is so powerful. With five thousand years of history, we have Yao, Shun, Yu, Tang, and Qin Shi Huang. How could I forget my charming ancestors!!!" Ever since an exclusive entrance to a cultivation game suddenly appeared in China a month ago, thunder has been striking a valley near Tangzhou for a whole month. As soon as the thunder stopped, good news came from the Tower of All Worlds.
The nation's destiny awakens, history repeats itself. Oh my god, what kind of magical plot is this? Eighteen years, a full eighteen years. Do you know how our country of China has survived these eighteen years? Some are crying with joy, while others are weeping with tears. In short, at this moment, China announces that they are embarking on a new journey! A thought brought Mu Yao back to the Tianji Pavilion. After a thorough wash, she looked at the mark in her soul.
"Hahahahaha!" Mu Yao laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.
"Nier, that's enough. Stop laughing and report to me quickly. Don't tell your parents, we are all worried to death. Although it's a good thing, you have to tell me what happened!" Meng Piaopiao was so anxious that she spoke in her hometown dialect.
"Hahaha, beautiful Meng, I can't stop, I can't stop at all, hahaha, who understands, I was about to die in the last second, and I became a god in the next second!!!"
"What's going on? What do you mean by going to die? You didn't manifest at the cost of your life before, did you?" Meng Piaopiao thought of it immediately.
"You are so reckless. How can you make a decision on such a serious matter without discussing it with us?" Meng Piaopiao was really scared and broke out in a cold sweat. The situation in China was not good, and the cultivation game was very important, but they had waited for eighteen years. Not to mention that Mu Yao's existence was more meaningful than the game, as long as these old guys were still around, they would never let a child sacrifice.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Now it seems that everything is the best arrangement. Let's go, beautiful Meng, I can't wait to share the good news with everyone." Mu Yao hurriedly smoothed her hair. Meng Piaopiao rolled her eyes at her and turned to walk towards the conference room.
Mu Yao trusted the country very much, but she still didn't tell anyone about the two exclusive games. After all, there was no point in telling them because no one could access those two games. Anyway, she would try her best to provide the resources she could.
Everyone was delighted to learn that Mu Yao's character attributes from the dream had also materialized. Furthermore, now that the nation's destiny had revived and history was revisited, Mu Yao no longer had to copy books.
However, as the ceiling of China's combat power and the only Daluo Jinxian, Mu Yao was still put in solitary confinement and had to write a painful self-criticism. Although the result was good, the country would never condone her personal heroism.
"Mom~~~~" Mu Yao felt very aggrieved when she saw her mother who came to bring her food.
"Hmph, it's no use shouting. Child, if you die, what will happen to your mother and me? We are all ordinary people. We just want an ordinary and healthy daughter, not a cold hero medal. I think locking you up for three days is too light. You should be locked up for a month and starved for a few meals!" Mu Cangyuan said angrily without waiting for Cheng Suying to reply.
He also loves China. If he needs to do so, he will choose it without hesitation. He is not a hero, but because his wife and children need to survive. He can understand his daughter, but he is still angry. That is the child he raised in the palm of his hand. Even if a piece of skin falls off, it will hurt his heart.
"Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted on my own initiative. But if I had the chance to do it again, I would still do it, even if I didn't get the reward I'm getting now. I'm not trying to be a hero. Whether it's the decades in my dreams or the twenty-plus years I've lived in reality, you have no idea how blessed I am to be your child. I just hope this happiness can last just a little longer."
"No matter how nice you say, we just hope you stay healthy for a long time. You haven't eaten my cooking for a long time. Today I made your favorite braised pork ribs. Eat quickly, and then write a self-criticism." Cheng Suying wiped her tears and handed the lunch box to Mu Yao with a smile.
"Oh, mom is the best." Mu Yao reached out to take it, and leaned over, wanting to cuddle with her mother.
"Hmph." Mu Cangyuan expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Dad is the best too. Oh, how lucky I am to have the best parents in the world. Oh, Mu Ye who is in the Tangzhou City Defense Army must be crying now. Hahaha, there's nothing I can do about it because I am my parents' baby." Mu Yao couldn't help but show off a little.
"Tsk tsk tsk, who is crying? I am with my parents every day. I am not like some people who are hospitalized one moment and undergo tribulation the next, and then have to be put in solitary confinement and never seen again all day long. Whose little cotton-padded jacket is not around every day?" The person walking in the distance was Mu Ye.
"Hey, why are you here too? With your mediocre talent, I won't give you a chance to take the back door." Mu Yao pouted.
"With your backdoor, I have awakened my profession and talent for the second time. My current profession is the God of Fire, and my talent is the Heavenly Level Flame Spirit. I will complete my third-level mission soon." Mu Ye shook his head proudly.
"Yeah, that's good. You seem to have a good connection with fire. Not bad, not bad. God of Fire. The upper limit of professions named after gods is very high. Come on, brother." Mu Yao said.
"Of course, who am I? Recently, the country's fortune has revived, and history has repeated itself. The number of professionals in China has almost reached ten to one. There are more supplies, and many snacks have reappeared. Here, your favorite candied haws, the last time you ate it was eighteen years ago." Mu Ye took out a candied haws from his backpack.
"This is made of red spirit fruit. As expected, there are always foodies in China. Mm, it's delicious!" Mu Yao took it and couldn't help but take a bite.
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