Is my face that dark?
Looking at his innocent expression, Brother Zheng was furious.
"Stand still!"
"I'll check if you're injured.”
However, Zhao Yan had yet to realize the seriousness of the problem.
Brother Zheng was searching his body to see if there was any bleeding or injuries to his bones. Zhao Yan was still talking non-stop.
"Let me tell you, the thing I made this time is called black gunpowder!”
Zhao Yan's face was filled with excitement and pride.
"This thing is powerful and loud. If it is really used on the battlefield, it will definitely produce a miraculous effect!”
"I've thought of the method to use it! Listen to me…"
He was blabbering.
Brother Zheng had already finished his inspection.
"You still have the cheek to talk to me about power?”
After confirming that he was fine except for his black face, the Great Qin Ancestral Dragon lost his temper for the first time in front of Zhao Yan.
"You know that this thing is powerful, but do you know that you're only three years old?”
"If you really want to do these things, just leave it to your subordinates!？”
"You took such a big risk. This time, you were lucky. What about next time? What about the next time?"
"Can you guarantee that your luck will always be this good?!!”
The more Brother Zheng spoke, the angrier he became. He even wanted to touch the Septwolves Great Qin's exclusive leather belt on his waist.
This devilish brat was too worrisome!!!
Zhao Yan was stunned by his scolding.
He knew very well that it was very dangerous to experiment with gunpowder bombs like this. However, with the system and the reinforcement of his reinforced iron bones, it was impossible for anything to really happen to him.
But Brother Zheng didn't know!
In Brother Zheng's eyes, Zhao Yan was just a smart kid.
No matter how capable a child was, he was still a child.
If a slightly older three-year-old brat were to really act as recklessly as Zhao Yan, he would have probably courted death hundreds of times!
This was the mentality of parents.
Even if their children were in their twenties or thirties, or even fifties or sixties, as long as their parents were still around, the children would never grow up.
They would always worry about their children.
Zhao Yan's heart suddenly ached.
In his previous life, he was an orphan. It could be said that he had never felt the care and love of his family and parents since he was young. Naturally, he did not know the thoughts of being a parent.
However, now that he had somehow transmigrated to Great Qin and become the son of the famous First Emperor, he felt something like this…
He felt as if a seasoning bottle had been overturned in his heart, and he had mixed feelings.
This was Brother Zheng, the First Emperor!
In history, he was decisive in killing and had great talent. Many people even called him a tyrant.
However, the man standing in front of her was not an emperor, nor was he a violent person.
He was just the most ordinary father in the world.
"Don't be angry…"
Zhao Yan did not continue to boast about the black gunpowder that he had made. Instead, he reached out his small hand and tugged at the corner of Brother Zheng's clothes. His big black grape-like eyes were filled with guilt.
"I didn't think it through this time. Don't be angry and ruin your health, okay?”
He had always treated Brother Zheng as an idol, a tool to earn rewards. It could even be said that he was the fattest person in the world who liked to take advantage of others.
But now, for the first time, Zhao Yan felt from the bottom of his heart that this man could be more than that.
He was genuinely concerned and loving her, and he was also genuinely worried about her.
The human heart was made of flesh.
Zhao Yan really had feelings for Brother Zheng now.
Brother Zheng was already fuming with rage at Zhao Yan's words.
But now, when she saw his pitiful appearance and her watery eyes were about to cry, she could not bear to lose her temper at him.
Sigh, all children are like this. It's normal for them to be a little mischievous. If they were all like the children in the palace, what difference would they be from his eighteen sons?
Brother Zheng could only comfort himself like this.
"Forget it…"
He sighed and pinched Zhao Yan's chubby face."
"Don't be like this in the future. At the very least, you have to let me know when you do these things so that I can think of how to protect your safety.”
Zhao Yan blinked his big eyes and nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll definitely tell you next time!”
"No, there won't be a next time! If you do this again, I'll tell you directly and let you send someone to do it, okay?”
A three-piece set of acting cute and pitiful.
Zhao Yan had it at his fingertips!
The main thing was that he knew very well that his current appearance was too deceptive.
Who could withstand it!
As expected.
Brother Zheng had already lost most of his anger, and now it had completely died down.
He shook his head and reached out to pick up Zhao Yan, who was covered in dirt. As he walked, he said,
"Alright, I'll bring you to wash up and tidy up later. Then, you can tell me what the black gunpowder is for after creating such a huge commotion.”
After his anger subsided, Brother Zheng regained his rationality.
Black gunpowder…
It looked like its power was indeed impressive!
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