After thinking about it, a three-year-old child must not be able to explain everything clearly, so her little face frowned and her nose turned red, "I was playing in front of the house. It snowed heavily today. My mother said I could go out for a while, and then the uncle came and grabbed me. I was thrown in the carriage by him, and I was here when I woke up."

"Then are you a Han Chinese?" In one sentence, the originally slightly eased atmosphere in the tent instantly lowered to freezing point, and a silence spread.

This question is very good. Now the Mongols and Han people are incompatible, and the one they fight is called Heat. It can be said that the Mongols are the enemies of all Han people, and Han people are the prey of the Mongols. The reason why they are said to be prey is because whenever the Mongols invade, the Han people lose more than they win. After entering the city, the Mongols commit crimes everywhere, and it is difficult for the Han people to even have the ability to protect themselves, let alone fight Mongolia.

Arnold pondered for a while, and it seemed that this question was difficult to answer. If he was a Han Chinese, then it was obvious that he had become their prey. If he was not a Han Chinese, he was dressed in a Han Chinese dress and could not speak Mongolian Chinese, so he could not speak Mongolian Chinese. Is there such a Mongolian?

"Is it difficult to answer?" The little brat began to doubt when he saw her embarrassed expression. Is this really a three-year-old baby?

Arnold gritted his teeth, "I am a Han Chinese, my father is a Han Chinese, and my mother is a Han Chinese, and the Han Chinese are naturally Han Chinese." She looked angry, and her little face turned red due to anger. Her eyes were staring at the boy in front of her, and she kept praying in her heart that she would not be killed as a suspicious person.

"Are you angry?" The boy stretched out his hand and pinched her face. An excited expression appeared on his beautiful face, and a blazing fire was burning with light brown eyes.

She was angry. I have lived for more than 20 years in my life in total, but now I am playing tricks with you little kid here. The most hateful thing is that I was so scared that I couldn't win. Is this because I am too low in my IQ or your IQ is too high in my IQ?

"Fifth brother, has Arnold caused you trouble?" A voice accompanied by a figure walking in from outside the tent, and a gust of cold wind came with it.

Arnold looked up and saw that the white snow on Zhenjin's body turned into water droplets and disappeared. Although she didn't like this human trafficker who came back from her, she couldn't stand it even more when facing a suspicious little kid. So she pretended to be surprised and reached out to Zhenjin, and her dark eyes were full of expectations and shouted: "Uncle, hug."

Zhenjin's face showed a warm and beautiful smile like the warm sun in spring, and her dark brown eyes were even more joyful. He quickly walked to Arnold and reached out to hold her into his arms. Didn't this little girl hate him just now? Now she didn't expect that in just a while, she began to stick to him. "Be good, Arnold." He hugged her with one hand and pinched her face with the other.

Arnold's nose turned red, tears fell down his eyes. He pointed at the little boy and cried, "Uncle, brother bullied Arnold."

The little boy's smiley face was stunned for a moment, and his smile fell on the ground like broken glass. Did he bully her? He didn't seem to have any! This little girl actually blatantly accused him so much. Damn it...
Chapter completed!