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"Why did you come back?" The Literary God had a straight face, but Wen Lifei didn't dare to go forward.

"Dad, mom, I don't want to go to school anymore. I want to stay with you guys, I want to stay with my grandparents!" Wen Bufan ran over and shook his arm.

"Fan, you should quickly go to school, right? How can you not go to school? " The Imperial Consort Li said anxiously.

"Nonsense, hurry up and go to school with Ouyang laoshi. If you don't go, I'll treat you as though I don't have a daughter. You don't need to come back anymore. Someone, kick her out!" Literary God had a sullen face as he pulled out his arm.

"Yes, old master!" A few servants came to pull Wen Bufan. But she still had to be careful. After all, she couldn't offend the young master. They did not put a child in their eyes. They would try their best to gently deal with it, they thought.

"Scram, let's see who dares to pull me? Whoever dares to pull me will be beaten until all his teeth fall out! " Wen Bufan immediately flew up and kicked a servant. Although she was small, she had been trained since she was young, two or three servants were no problem, and after a while, they were all knocked out.

"Ouch!" Young Miss's strength is truly great. " A servant fell to the ground, clutching his stomach.

"Hahaha, you know how powerful I am right? "You two, attack together!" Wen Bufan said excitedly with her hands on her hips.

"No, I still don't want it …" The other two servants waved their hands in fright.

"Truly useless!" Literary God was very angry, he couldn't even beat a little kid. His face was red, but just as he wanted to get angry, he wanted to use his own divine power to teach Wen Bufan a lesson.

"Old master, let me try!" Another unconvinced servant jumped out of the house. His skills were better.

Seeing that, Literary God was overjoyed, and thought: "Brat, let's see if you can still be so arrogant this time! "He really doesn't know his place." As expected, the moment this muscular man appeared, everyone felt proud and elated.

Wen Bufan sucked in a breath of cold air, her brain working faster than anyone else's: "Uncle Ma, let's compete in poems right?"

"Oh, your Uncle Ma is a boor, how could he know that? Just come and fight me, I'll let you have three moves and not fight back. If you can't beat me, then just let Teacher Ouyang do it, okay?" Uncle Ma said with a smile.

"Then if I beat you in one move, would I not have to go to school?" Wen Bufan asked calmly.

"Alright, let everyone here bear witness!" Ma Lili said confidently.

Wen Bufan did not answer and intended to launch a sneak attack and instead sent a kick towards Ma Li Gang's body. Unexpectedly, Ma Li Gang's body dodged, causing her to kick the air, falling onto her butt on the ground. "It hurts!"

Wen Bufan clenched her teeth, not caring about the pain, she stood up and used her little fists to smash Uncle Ma's thigh again, the result was as if he had hit a rock.

"Ouch, it hurts, are these legs made of stone?" Wen Bufan's eyes were filled with tears, but she tried her best to prevent them from flowing out.

"There's still one last move left. You better be careful!" Uncle Ma said with a smile.

But unexpectedly, Wen Bufan clenched her teeth, lowered her head, and seemed to want to fight to the death. She quickly used her little brain to charge towards Uncle Ma, but she actually made a feint, and when she was in front of Uncle Ma, she used her little foot to trip him up. Uncle Ma did not expect him to be like this, and almost lost his balance after rushing for so far.

Wen Bufan was still feeling proud, but when she saw that Ma Li Gang thought he was going to fall, he happily announced to everyone present: "I've won, I've won against Uncle Ma."

The Literary God smiled. He was just like a normal person, with a good heart and eyes, but he had to suppress her spirit. However, in the human world, he could not use his godly powers.

"Father, look. I won the last move. Uncle Ma should keep his word!" Wen Bufan shouted happily.

"Who said you won? "Everyone knows that Uncle Ma just gave you a bit of confidence so that you wouldn't lose too badly. You even got lucky and acted good. Hmph, go find Teacher Ouyang and go to school, right?" The Literary God said coldly.

"I won't go! I can't bear to part with my parents! I can't bear to part with my grandparents! I can't bear to part with my family! I won't go!" Wen Bufan said as tears started to roll down her face.

"You must go! No, don't come into my house ever again! I don't have an unfilial daughter like you either. " The Literary God said fiercely.

This was what her dearest father had said. Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't believe that this came out of his mouth. He loved her so much, and had always pampered her, but today, he actually said such a thing.

Wen Bufan let out a cry, her cries were earth-shaking like the shattering of mountains and rivers, her heart felt like it was being twisted by a blade, and her small hands continuously tried to grab hold of a trace of attachment, "Mother! "Mom, grandpa, grandma …"

However, no one dared to step forward and pull her. She felt very lonely and helpless.

The servants were all staring at each other. They were staring at each other, not knowing whether to pull or not. Beating the young master was still a small matter, but wasn't it easier to explain to the lord? Who exactly did he listen to?

Literary God couldn't bear it anymore, but he still said coldly: "There are still a lot of things that you need to do in the future, don't cause trouble! "Let's go!"

"I won't do it, I won't do it, I won't do it! I want to be with my mother, my grandparents!" Saying so, he began to roll on the ground.

"Family Law Servant!" Literary God saw that she did not have any intention to compromise.

"Yes sir!" A servant answered and ran to the house for a whip. For some reason, although this whip had never hit her before, the moment she saw this whip, she felt an indescribable fear. He stood up immediately before the servant could give the whip to Literary God.

Seeing that the Literary God was not going to give in, Wen Bufan could only bitterly leave her house, turning back and walking forward.

"Bad father, I hate you! "Sob, sob, sob …" Wen Bufan cried as she walked.

Imperial Consort Li had long cried as she sobbed, "Fan, study hard. After you finish learning, you can come back to see us. We'll still be waiting for you at home!"

The servants walked to the door, Literary God turned his head, he waved his hand, and the servants sent Wen Bufan out the door. At this time, Literary God's tears also fell.

The sound of sobbing gradually faded away, and the worry for the child grew longer and longer. Everyone in the Wen family also began to cry.

Wen Bufan left the house unwillingly. Teacher Ouyang and Ma Tianxi were waiting for her at the entrance as well.

Ma Tianxi comforted her, "Sister Mi Fei, look at me, I'm not crying. My mother said that men don't cry easily!"

Wen Bufan rolled her eyes at him. "Go, go, go, I'm not a man?"

Ma Tianxi smiled and said, "That's right, I forgot. You girls cry so much!"

Wen Bufan scoffed, "You're the one who's crying!"

Everyone laughed.