The Miao King rushed toward the place he'd yearned for day and night over the years, flinging the slightly ajar courtyard gate open with a sweep of his large hand.
The next moment, a swift whip-like kick came flying out, ruthlessly sending the uninvited guest—the mighty Miao King—soaring through the air.
With a yowl, the Miao King found himself dangling upside down from a large tree at the village entrance.
Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan's group had just stepped off their carriage when they saw the spectacle of the Miao King being barred from entry. Instinctively, they all broke out in a cold sweat.
Tan'er propped her chin in her hands, exclaiming, "Grandmother is so awesome!"
Meng Qianqian tugged nervously at Lu Yuan. "Is Grandmother always this fierce?"
If she finds out I've completely devoured her most beloved grandson, would I be the next one hanging from that tree as a punching bag?
