"Hahaha, look at them, they don't dare to say a word. They must be afraid of me."

"Let me teach you what reciprocity means." Po stretched out his little feet and kicked over.

Yan Ling was caught off guard and didn't dodge, but Abao was young, only one and a half years old. This kind of strength was not considered small for a seven-year-old child.

Yan Ling's legs hurt.

"Emperor Jiaoyang, you dare to hit me, you actually dare to hit me!"

"It's not hitting, it's kicking, like this, kicking, understand?"

Another kick.

Yan Ling didn't know what evil had happened to him, but he couldn't avoid it.

Yan Lingqi went crazy, "If you dare to kick me again, I'll break your legs——Ah!"

Yan Ling cried out in pain; his ankle was dislocated.

He squatted on the ground.

Word Spirit: ???

Depend on!

What the hell happened? Why did his crow's beak fall on me?

Could it be that Emperor Jiaoyang sprained his ankle?

"Speak, speak again, I'll let you speak."

She was in a good mood today. When she woke up in the morning, the newly hatched chick was dead. Adhering to the principle of "if I don't go to hell, no one will", she asked her seventh brother to pluck the feathers and gut the chick, and then she happily roasted it in the hall.

Just as I was about to eat, the Word Spirit arrived.

She started talking non-stop, which seriously affected her appetite for meat!

If she doesn't beat him, who else can she beat?

The fight between the two kids didn't cause much trouble, but the Word Spirit couldn't fight back in front of Emperor Jiaoyang, and the Crow's Mouth was out of order, so it could only get beaten.

The little girl greeted him with slaps and fists.

Yang Lei was shocked, "Prince."

Three messengers: "Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Prime Minister Lan, "Someone come quickly, stop the fight."

Yang Lei and the three messengers breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Prime Minister Lan said, "Hurry up, don't hurt our little princess."

The eldest uncle said: "Take a good look at the little princess's hand. Is it red? Is it hurt?"

The city guard Wei said: "The little princess's body is worth a lot of money, how can she be hurt in the slightest? Hurry, hold her back."

Yang Lei and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They thought the Tiansheng Dynasty had some foresight and at least knew how to stop the fight...

There was some chaos and noise in the court.

The two tall Royal Guards immediately pinned down Yan Ling.

He wanted to fight back but he had no chance to do so and could only get beaten.

Behind Abao stood a group of grandmothers and doctors.

Some people rubbed Abao's legs, blew on his hands, kneaded his shoulders, and massaged his arms...

I was afraid that Abao would get hurt.

"Is this how you guys try to stop a fight?" Yang Lei was almost mad to death.

All the civil and military officials in the court snorted coldly, and their eyes were as sharp as knives, almost wanting to cut Yang Lei and the three messengers into pieces.

Prime Minister Lan snorted, "How else do you think we can stop the fight? That's our little princess, a precious girl, can you afford to lose even a strand of her hair?"

"you……"

Their spirit is the prince of the Fire Nation!

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. I'll really get angry if you keep hitting me!" Yan Ling glared at A Bao and wanted to scold her, "You damn..." girl.

"Pah"

Abao's chubby little hand slapped Yan Ling's mouth.

Immediately, the imperial physician took Abao's little hand with a loving look and blew on it in his palm.

Yan Ling cried out of grievance. She had never seen anyone who hit others being protected. No one cared about him even though he was beaten so badly.

"The God is here. The God of our Fire Nation is here. Who dares to act rashly?" Yan Ling quickly took down the scroll tied in his arms and held it high above his head. "Don't come over here. Our God is right here."

Everyone knows that the Tiansheng Dynasty has no national god.

Because of this, when the Fire Nation was ranked, it trampled the Tiansheng Dynasty under its feet and ranked last.

"This little prince is really out of his mind. Does he think that if he holds up the portrait of the national god, the god will come down and help him punish us? Even the gods have to distinguish between public and private affairs, okay?" Prime Minister Lan said coldly.

"You cannot experience our gods because you do not have them. You cannot eat the grapes, so you say they are sour." The spiritual energy in his words was overwhelming.

The Great Tyrant looked at the scene in the palace and said, "If I remember correctly, gods did appear in the history of the Fire Nation."

"Yes! On the day when the gods descended, my grandfather's grandfather was about to die. But the gods descended, and the next day, he was full of life and lived for several years without any harm. This shows how powerful the power of gods is."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Gods exist because they can do things that mortals cannot do.

When people are in despair, the existence of gods can give mortals a little faith, and this little bit of faith may become a mortal's hope to survive.

"Our Fire Nation's gods will naturally protect the Fire Nation's descendants and future generations. You people in the Tiansheng Dynasty will never understand this and can only envy us." Yan Ling laughed proudly.

"The reason why gods exist is not for mortals to look up to and worship them, but because mortals need them." A-Bao raised his chin, his eyes sparkling.

Mortals are weak, and the human world is a mixed bag of good and bad people. Gods are born to protect this world.

If the human world does not exist, the existence of gods will be meaningless.

"God never allowed you to scare others, use you as a shield, or bully others at will." Po, who has always been jumpy, now acted like a mature girl.

"What the little princess said is absolutely right! If the gods of your Fire Nation knew that you relied on your crow's mouth to do evil and harm others, I'm afraid that your Fire Nation would be unwilling to protect you because you bully the weak." Lan Xiang threw his hands to the ground.

"The reason for the existence of the strong is to protect the weak, not to allow you to bully the weak." Little Po yawned.

The people present were not as clear-headed as a child.

Although Ling is only seven years old, he has been spoiled since childhood and never thinks about these things. He thinks that as long as he wants something, his father will give it to him.

Just like now.

He wants to be the young emperor of the Fire Nation, so he must conquer the Tiansheng Dynasty to prove himself.

He never thought that he had to rely on his own strength to become an emperor, but rather, he had to exchange other things with his father.

"What nonsense! You are saying this because you are afraid, right?"

"Ha!" Po raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure that the god in your arms can really protect you?"

"If you don't believe me, just try it. But I advise you all to stay away from me! Otherwise, you, the tenth princess, the only little princess of the Tiansheng Dynasty, will die early--"

"If you dare to scold me, I will tear your mouth apart!" A Bao rushed over with his fists and slaps.

Yan Ling's eyes widened, and he unfolded the portrait in panic.

“Ahhh! May the gods protect the words, may the gods protect, protect—”