Don't try to make someone who hates you like you.
What you need to do is cherish the people in front of you.
"Make sure that those who like you don't regret liking you, and instead admire and love you even more." Han Fei said earnestly.
Upon hearing this, Yu Long was taken aback.
He looked up in a daze, gazing towards the doorway.
Seeing Yu's mother rushing out in high heels, seeing Yu's father holding shoes in his hands behind her, earnestly persuading her to change into flat shoes, and then seeing her grandfather beckoning with a wave of his hand, summoning more than a dozen burly bodyguards.
While he was heartbroken and dejected, his new family members were already preparing to go out and fight to get justice for him.
Even elegant ladies have learned to curse and hit people. Is this what it means to be strong when you become a mother?
The father, who used to indulge in a life of pleasure, hasn't gone out for a long time. Apart from going to work, he spends his time at home tending to his flowers and bickering with his mother. He is changing.
Suddenly, Yu Long smiled with relief: "Grandpa Han, you're right."
Those who hate him, then let them hate him!
When he truly doesn't care, he won't feel hurt.
Some people care about him, some people like him, and some people are willing to stand up for him. What more could he ask for? He shouldn't be greedy. What he should do now is cherish the people in front of him.
Yu Long grabbed a fruit knife and was about to go out when Han Fei, startled, stopped him and handed him a small chair: "You can use this to hit people."
Yu Longze: "...It feels almost as good as a knife."
"It's easier to hit someone without drawing blood, and it'll look better later. If it's a bloody mess, it'll be easier to get blamed."
"Grandpa Han is right!"
Shan Cheng handed Yu Long a talisman folded into a triangle: "Wear this first, it can suppress the evil god a little."
"Thank you, Master!"
They had just stepped out, ready to confront the old man and settle scores, when they saw three people standing at the Yu family's door: an old man, a middle-aged man, and a seven or eight-year-old boy.
The three were dressed identically: black clothes, black pants, black shoes, and a black baseball cap.
When Yu's mother was blocked from her way, she was about to lose her temper, but when she looked up and saw who it was, she immediately cowered and trembled as she called out, "Clan Chief, Third Grandfather, Third Uncle."
The shoe in Yu's father's hand fell to the ground, and he and his wife trembled, calling out in a shaky voice, "Clan Chief, Third Master...Master, Third Uncle..."
Old Master Yu walked in front, followed by a dozen burly men in suits and sunglasses. Old Master Yu exuded the aura of a gangster boss, but as he reached the door, his aura vanished, and he became a complete bastard: "Clan leader, third uncle, third brother!"
Yu Longze, Han Fei, Shan Cheng, the old beggar, and the sorceress came out and saw this strange scene: Old Master Yu was calling a seven or eight-year-old boy "Third Brother" with a very respectful expression.
The little boy teased, "Hey bro, what are you going to do? I remember you were in business, when did you switch to the underworld?"
Grandpa Yu waved his hands repeatedly: "I am a law-abiding citizen!"
He shooed away his bodyguards: "Go, all of you, go and do your own things."
A straightforward bodyguard who didn't seem very bright asked, "Aren't you going to join the brawl? I used to be a martial arts champion, it's been so long since I've fought, I'm getting itchy!"
Grandpa Yu glared angrily: "I think you're asking for a beating! Get out of here now, or I'll dock your year-end bonus!"
"No, old man, I'm leaving right now!"
The Yu family is very generous, and he receives a lot of red envelopes and year-end bonuses every year. If he didn't have this money, his wife would scratch his face.
Don't let his status as a martial arts champion fool you; his wife is the martial arts master's own daughter. If he dares to fight back, the master will come to beat him up the very next day. He can't possibly beat the master!
Seeing that the bodyguards had all run away, Old Master Yu put on a big smile: "Third Brother, you've grown taller."
The little boy said proudly, "I've drunk a lot of milk, and my goal is to grow to 1.9 meters tall."
"A fine ambition!"
"I've come to see where my real grandson is."
Grandpa Yu reached out and pulled Yu Longze, who was standing there in a daze, and said with a smile, "Little Long, quickly call him Third Grandpa!"
Yu Longze: "..."
He looked at the little boy who was shorter than him, who looked to be about seven or eight years old. Was it really necessary for him to call him "Grandpa"?
"My dear grandson, call me grandpa!" The little boy straightened his back and looked at Yu Longze with shining eyes.
Yu Long felt a bitter taste in his mouth, his face flushed, and he looked at Old Master Yu with embarrassment.
Grandpa Yu coughed lightly: "This child is shy, but he'll get used to it and will start calling out to people later."
The little boy pouted and said, "Never mind."
"Clan leader, third uncle, third brother, please come in."
Han Fei walked to Old Master Yu's side and lowered his voice: "You entertain the guests, I'll take Shancheng and the other two to that fishing village first."
"Old Han, don't rush. Have a cup of tea with us. Perhaps the clan chief has another solution."
Han Fei raised an eyebrow: "It seems that the Yu family members are not simple."
Grandpa Yu chuckled: "I was the worst student in my ancestral home."
At the Yu family's tea table, a maid brought out milk tea.
The clan chief looked at this novel contraption and gave Old Master Yu a strange look: "Have you changed your tastes?"
Grandpa Yu laughed and said, "Keeping up with the times, I've learned to drink milk tea like the young people. And I must say, it's really good—it's good for calcium and refreshing!"
"It also increases the risk of diabetes."
"No, it's artificial sweetener. You guys should try it."
The little boy couldn't wait to grab the milk tea. Normally, his diet was strictly controlled in the tribe, and he never got to drink milk tea.
The little boy took a sip, his eyes instantly crinkled into dimples, and while the clan leader wasn't looking, he gulped down the whole thing.
He looked at the maid with pleading eyes.
The maid, being perceptive, immediately refilled his cup.
The little boy smiled, his dimples deepening. Just as he was about to chug down his second cup, a hand reached out and took the cup away.
"Dad!" the little boy cried, his face contorted with grief.
The clan chief didn't notice, but his father had long since noticed his suspicious behavior.
"Little Dragon, this is the clan chief. Show your birthmark to him." Old Master Yu said proudly, "My Little Dragon's birthmark is very deep!"
Yu Long blushed and opened his collar.
The small, fish-shaped birthmark is very lifelike, with dark edges.
The clan chief reached out to touch him, and Yu Long's face turned even redder.
The clan chief touched the birthmark to confirm it was real, then looked up. His previously poker-faced expression softened and became kind: "Little Dragon, don't be shy, your face is burning up."
Yu Long was surprised by his change.
The clan chief laughed and said, "I'm just a realistic person, I don't like to pretend. If you weren't one of my clansmen, I wouldn't have given you a friendly look. Now that you're one of my clansmen, I naturally have to treat you with a smile."
Grandpa Yu laughed and said, "Clan leader, I didn't lie to you, did I? My little dragon is really real!"
The clan chief glared at him: "How dare you say that?"
Grandpa Yu touched his nose and didn't dare to say anything more. He had mistaken the baby for the wrong one and the ancestor for the wrong one. If the clan chief really blamed him, he would have to kneel in the ancestral hall for three days and three nights. His old bones would probably fall apart.
The clan chief squinted and noticed something peeking out, slowly approaching the little dragon's birthmark. A cold glint flashed in the clan chief's eyes, and he grabbed the thing, pulling it out of the little dragon's body.
"Ah—" A bloodcurdling scream.
What Shan Cheng, the sorceress, and the old beggar witnessed was this mysterious clan chief who, with his bare hands, grabbed the three-headed, six-armed evil god by the neck!
All three necks were grabbed, and the evil god's six hands swung wildly back and forth.
"You wicked creature!" the clan leader shouted coldly. A fish shadow appeared behind him, and the force in his hand increased. The neck of the three-headed, six-armed evil god was completely severed. Its dead fish eyes rolled back, and its body turned into a cloud of black smoke.
Just before the black smoke drifted outwards, the clan chief took out a red gourd and put the black smoke inside.
From the perspectives of Grandpa Yu, Yu Longze, and Han Fei, they saw the clan chief performing a mime.
"It's alright now." The clan chief clapped his hands, as easily as if he had just swatted a fly.
Shancheng swallowed hard: "A master!"
The old beggar trembled, "Too powerful!"
The fortune teller sighed, "There are always people better than you, and mountains beyond mountains."
Han Fei asked, "What just happened? The evil god on Xiaolong is gone?"
“Father Han, compared to this clan chief, we are just elementary school students. He didn’t even need to find the evil god himself; he just strangled the evil god to death and even collected a wisp of its soul in the gourd. If I’m not mistaken, this gourd should be a magic artifact. The souls collected inside will eventually turn into yin energy and lose all consciousness.”
"There's such a thing..." Han Fei felt that the world was not as simple as he thought.
He might have been an atheist before, but now that time travel has happened, what else can't he believe?
Han Fei quickly processed everything and said with a smile, "Now that the matter has been resolved, we will take our leave without disturbing your clansmen's gathering."
Grandpa Yu wanted to invite Han Fei to stay for dinner, but seeing Han Fei gently shake his head, he knew he was unwilling and didn't insist. He could only see him to the door.
The sorceress was Shan Cheng's senior martial brother, and the old beggar was Shan Cheng's benefactor; they were old acquaintances, so they went with Shan Cheng and Han Fei.
After they left, the clan chief narrowed his eyes: "That Mr. Han is no ordinary person. Even with my cultivation level, I cannot see his past or future."
Grandpa Yu laughed and said, "In this world, there is finally someone that even the clan leader cannot see through."
"It's good that they're gone. Now pack your things and come back to our ancestral home with me immediately."
"Chieftain, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Xiao Long might awaken! Let's go back first!"
Yu Long was completely confused throughout the entire process.
Yu's father trembled: "Can I not go?"
The clan chief glanced at him disdainfully and said, "You good-for-nothing, we don't welcome you back even if you want to."
Although Yu's father felt embarrassed, he was relieved: It's great that we don't have to go to the ancestral home!
Although Yu Long had many questions, seeing his grandfather's comforting look and telling him not to be afraid, he quickly relaxed and had fully accepted his new family.
The ancestral home of the Yu family is located in a basin nestled among rolling mountains, in a valley.
This place is like a paradise, and there are even people wearing ancient Hanfu.
"The fish-shaped birthmark is actually a totem, a mark of our bloodline."
“We are the descendants of the God of Time and the God of Space, and also fish that travel through time and space. You can design games that combine space and time and comprehend holographic games, which is actually the power of the domain. I suspect that you have already awakened the power of your ancestors, which is why I came to pick you up in person.”
Yu Long listened, completely stunned.
Many things that I couldn't understand before suddenly became clear.
He finally understood why he was so talented in these things, why he could understand them after reading a book once without a teacher, and why he could develop holographic games on his own.
Creation is essentially discovery. When humans invented electric fans, air conditioners, cars, and rockets, it was simply because they discovered that combining certain parts could create a tool with a new function.
When humans create a new type of metal or a new drug, it's simply because they've discovered that rearranging certain molecules or atoms can produce a certain effect.
Therefore, for humankind, this world is one of discovery, not creation.
He simply tapped into the power of his bloodline, discovered everything that already existed, and presented the holographic technology that was already there.
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