Chapter 974: I can’t bear it anymore, my ancestors take action!

Davis sneered and showed him unconcealedly as a Chinese man, his contempt and contempt for the imperial culture.

Taunt it to your heart's content.

Looking at the shocked but speechless look of the archaeological team members, and looking at Feng Tang's red face, he felt more and more that this ancient oriental country was so dilapidated and outdated.

In a dead silence.

Suddenly, a stern refutation sounded:

"Damn, you just copied it. Your ancestors all copied us for eight generations. Why do you say that our imperial civilization originated in your West? You are clearly delusional to be my third uncle. I must prove today that I am your father and I will get this generation back! Let me tell you, the fact is—yes—yes—”

Bai Fei was so excited that her forehead was bursting with blue veins.

But I just can't say the next line.

After his mind was blank for a moment, a lot of particularly complicated information suddenly poured in, and he was a little confused and couldn't continue to say a word.

Ah, the information given by our ancestors at this moment is too high. What should I do if I can’t even remember the names of the gods?

Don’t talk about Bai Fei’s speech at this moment.

Even those experienced archaeological team members, even Feng Tang, were unable to give a powerful rebuttal.

The saying that the origin of the history of world civilization has always been popular is that the East and the West have their own origins and flowers bloom.

Davis' academic argument is too domineering. He actually said that imperial civilization was spread from the West and his words were so embarrassing. Is it all plagiarism for imperial myths?

But they stood on the abrupt imported carpet at their feet, and they couldn't argue. The origin of this carpet is indeed too suspicious. Was it really stolen by the ancestors of the empire? The five thousand-year-old culture they are proud of... It is also... the original origin in the West?

After all, except for the carpet, Fusang and Shenmu are really similar.

The three-legged golden crow just has one more leg than the immortal bird!

Davis's killer move shocked the audience.

At this moment, he raised his arms and pointed at the mountains as a victor and the tomb owner: "You must seal the scene well, and you must ensure that no loss is possible in every thing or another here. Our country m will soon send someone to take over everything here."

As he said that, he glanced at Bai Fei and Feng Tang again contemptuously, meaning: "The idle people, please clear the show immediately!"

White Fei: "…"

Miscellaneous people waiting?

This old mao actually humiliated him so much!

He slapped his blood in his heart, his eyes were red, and he pulled Yinhu next to him and said, "Silly, this guy who insulted us and insulted our country. He was so arrogant and fucked together!"

The literary battle did not make it a martial battle, so he couldn't help but use force, and he wanted to bring in the strongest combat-capable helpers in the whole game.

Yinhu is also surging at this moment.

To serve the country with loyalty and patriotism and love for the people is Bo Ye’s discipline. Davis’s constant derogation of imperial culture just now made him, a person who does not understand history and does not understand academics, feels frustrated.

He couldn't say that these cultural people were, but like Bai Fei, he really wanted to speak with his fists at this moment.

Just about to take a step forward.

Suddenly, his clothes were caught by a show hand: "Brother Hu, don't fight, I'm afraid."

Yinhu's heroic spirit was instantly dissolved in Gu Shiyin's delicate request.

Bai Fei: "...Damn, you are still a man, you are too soft! Xiaozu taught you that the boxing technique was so fucked by the dog..."

He was extremely disappointed and rushed towards Davis by himself.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos.

The stoppers are blocked, the dissuasion is dissuasion, and the protector Davis is quick to curry favor with the protection...

Davis snorted coldly: "Oriental barbarians, cultural desert! I was right."

After saying that, as soon as he raised his hand, a cold light flashed under his sleeves, heading towards Bai Fei.

The cold light was like a sharp blade hiding. If the white jade with bare hands was facing it, it would probably be cut off even if it was cut off.

The scene was silent again, and everyone seemed to be still, holding their hearts and courage.

It was at this moment.

Behind the jade coffin, a shallow and lazy female voice sounded quietly: "This is not the clay man that my ancestors have pinched, it really doesn't look like a human..."
Chapter completed!