Mu the little glutton and the clown baby cried their hearts out, utterly heartbroken. But Yang Tiexin had no time to pay attention; he simply slammed the shaft of his iron spear against the hindquarters of his horse.
The horse, in pain, turned and galloped, its speed suddenly increasing by two-tenths. Amidst the cries of infants, it sped towards Yangping Pass.
"Dad's a bad guy! He's ignoring Yaya now!"
Despite her tearful lament, Mu Xiaoxiao, the little foodie, received no comfort from her caregiver, and resentment grew in her heart.
Suddenly remembering something, Mu Xiaoxiao, the little foodie, disregarded his father's usual teachings and immediately unleashed a torrent of water on Yang Tiexin's back, playing a game of flooding the seven armies.
As if sharing a telepathic connection
