Fusion Computer: My skills are not serious

"Who is it?" Immediately, someone looked around and shouted loudly.

"It's me!" Song Wenwen walked out without any hesitation.

"who are you?"

"Just an ordinary Dragon Countryman!"

"However, I would like to ask you, are you from the Dragon Kingdom?"

When Song Wennuan said this, a stone pillar suddenly rose from under his feet, and he looked down at the people in the convention and exhibition center.

"Do you know that forgetting history means betrayal."

"Longguo has stood up for decades. I didn't expect that in a city full of misery like Jinling, there are people like you who bow their knees."

"All of you are dressed in little Baga's clothes, smiling like flowers, aren't you afraid that your dead ancestors will dig up the graves and jump out, and the big ears will slap you?"

"You are the closest group of people in Longguo to the Holocaust Memorial Hall. Many of you walk past the gate of the Memorial Hall every day."

"Isn't such a reminder enough for you to remember the tragedy in the world?"

"If this is the case, then what is the significance of the existence of the memorial hall?"

"You should dismantle the memorial hall now, because its existence is just a decoration for you."

"All of you are not worthy of being called Dragon Kingdom people."

"Your existence is a great shame to Dragon Kingdom!"

Song Wennuan became more and more excited as he spoke, there was too much anger in his heart that he wanted to express.

"That's just history. The past is in the past. We should let go of our hatred." At this time, a woman in Xiaobaga's costume stood up and looked at Song Nuannuan and said.

Hearing what she said, Song Nuan's figure flickered, and he came to her in an instant.

Without any hesitation, he directly slapped it with a big ear scraper.

In an instant, the woman was blown away, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She got up from the ground and looked at Song Wenwen with fiery eyes.

"Why did you hit me?" the woman roared angrily.

"What right do you have to be angry?"

"It's over when I hit you just now, why are you looking at me like this?"

"You tell me? Why don't you let go of the hatred in your heart?"

"Speak, tell me, why don't you let go of the hatred in your heart?" Song Wennuan asked loudly.

The woman was obviously intimidated by Song Wennuan and didn't dare to speak at all.

"I just slapped you, and you wanted to kill me."

"Little Baga slaughtered hundreds of thousands of our citizens, and you treat them in this way?"

"Is this your backbone?"

"Hate is hate and should not be forgotten over time."

"It doesn't matter if it's been a year, ten years, or a hundred years."

"I really don't feel worthy for those who defended Jinling and died in battle. None of you are worthy of what they did."

"I've always been unafraid to speculate on Chinese people with the worst malice, but seeing you like this, I just want to say that you are all a bunch of rubbish, a bunch of spineless softies."

Song Wennuan said while scanning the crowd in the exhibition center.

"Why do you say that about us?" At this time, a man stood up and asked Song Nuannuan with angry eyes.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

"It's not just me who can say it, every person in Dragon Kingdom can say it."

"Since you have done such a shameful thing, you should suffer if you are scolded. What qualifications do you have to refute?"

"Because you are a bunch of spineless garbage, the whole Jinling is ashamed."

"In the future, if someone mentions it, they will say, people from Jinling are rubbish!"

When Song Wennuan said the last sentence, he deliberately raised his voice.

"I'm fighting with you, we Jinling people are not rubbish!"

The man who spoke just now roared and rushed towards Song Nuannuan.

It's just that his strength is too different from Song Nuannuan's. With just one move, Song Nuannuan knocked him down.

For this man who rushed up, Song Wennuan actually quite appreciated it, after all, he was a bit bloody.

So, he just knocked him down, and didn't hit hard.

"You're still a little bloody."

"As for you, are you still saying that you are not spineless garbage?"

"I was pointed at the nose and scolded, and no one dared to come forward to argue with me. If you really have the backbone, it will be convenient for me to go forward and fight, so that I can still look up to you."

"If the Dragon Kingdom were full of people like you, it would have perished long ago."

"Thousands of sons undress together, and none of them is a man!"

"A group of garbage!"

After Song Wennuan finished speaking, she strode out of the exhibition center.

The reason why he said Wan Erlang is because as far as he knows, there are more than 700 million registered residents in Jinling and more than 300 million floating population.

In total, there are tens of millions of people.

So, he said that, there is no problem at all.

Although Song Wenwen scolded those who wore Xiaobaga's costumes in the exhibition center, his anger did not dissipate.

He still felt unhappy in his heart and wanted to find a place to vent.

So, he took out his mobile phone and continued to check things related to Jinling and Xiao Baga.

Soon, he found out that in the Sanzang Temple in Jinling City, there was actually a memorial tablet enshrining Xiao Baga.

It's hard to imagine that in the Dragon Kingdom, especially in Jinling City, a city that should have hated Xiao Baga the most, there is not only a rooster day.

There are even people who enshrine the tablet of Xiao Baga.

"In Dragon Kingdom, there are more servile people than I imagined."

Song Wenwen put away his mobile phone and went to Sanzang Temple alone.

He wanted to see what kind of monsters and ghosts were hidden in the Sanzang Temple.

When Song Wennuan left the imperial capital and planned to practice, he joked that he was going to the Daleiyin Temple in Xitian to worship Buddha and obtain the scriptures.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a temple so soon.

"If Hua Tuo was alive, Chongyang would be healed..."

"Blue Star doesn't have Hua Tuo, so I will be Hua Tuo once."

"There are cancerous tumors, and someone has to cut them off."

Next, Song Wennuan rode his bicycle and headed towards Sanzang Temple.

What he didn't know was that the scene where he scolded Jinling people for rubbish in the exhibition center was captured on a mobile phone and posted on the Internet.

Chapter 199

This person's original intention was to show everyone in Jinling City that some people were yelling at them as Jinling people.

He wanted all Jinling people to unite and denounce Song Nuannuan.

However, when the other people in Longguo saw this scene, they were all angry.

Instead of scolding Song Nuannuan, they scolded the people of Jinling City.

"This is in Jinling, how dare you?"

"If it is the rooster day today, there will be no sons in Jinling for a hundred years!"

"Everyone in the Dragon Kingdom should not forget that we can live a stable life now because our ancestors paid for it with their blood."

"It's a silent infiltration of culture that we should resist."

"Don't forget the national humiliation, we are self-improvement!"

"No one is qualified to choose forgiveness for the ancestors!"

"A senior in ragged clothes and covered in blood looked at the street full of Aunt's costumes, and asked the people around him: Where is this?"

"Jinling!"

"He knelt on the ground in a daze for a while, and kept repeating in his mouth: Didn't keep it, still didn't keep it!"

……

For a while, things about Jinling's rooster day were quickly fermenting on the Internet.

A feeling of resistance to foreign cultures also began to spread inexplicably.

Many people jokingly said: It's time to let one of our soldiers get lost.

With Dragon Kingdom's current strength, it would be easy to defeat Little Baga.

The Dragon Kingdom is no longer the Dragon Kingdom it used to be.

The Eastern Dragon has begun to take off!

Song Wennuan didn't know about this.

After he came to the temple, he put away his bicycle and walked into the temple.

The construction of this temple is very magnificent, and it is full of a sense of history at first glance.

The temple reflected in the green trees, the apricot-yellow courtyard wall, the blue-gray temple ridge, and the pale-green towering ancient trees are all bathed in the rose-red morning glow.

From the perspective of architecture alone, this temple is indeed a place worth visiting.

When Song Wenwen came to the backyard of the temple, he was stopped by someone.

"This benefactor, the backyard of our temple is not open to tourists, please go back." A monk in the temple said to Song Wennuan.

Hearing what the monk said, Song Wennuan didn't bother, turned around and left.

However, after turning the corner, he disappeared and walked back again.

Under normal circumstances, the more heavily guarded a place is, the more secrets are hidden.

Song Nuannuan came to the temple this time just to see what kind of monsters and ghosts are hidden in it.

Song Nuannuan, who had disappeared, was not discovered by the monk at the backyard gate.

He easily entered the backyard.

So he started exploring in the backyard.

Soon, he came to the door of a room, and he heard voices coming from inside.

"The outside world already knows about us, what shall we do next?"

"If you know it, you know it. I have my own way to deal with it."

"I have a clear conscience!"

After hearing only these two lines of dialogue, Song Wennuan couldn't help it.

He kicked open the door and walked in.

"With a clear conscience? Are you really embarrassed to say that? How can you have a clear conscience?"

"Or, are you a spy sent here by Aunt Kingdom?" Song Wenwen asked, looking at the person who spoke just now.

He wasn't dazzled by anger, he checked the strength of the two people inside before he came in.

The strongest is nothing but the strength of the Golden One.

With his current strength, it is easy to deal with them.