Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 974 I can't bear it anymore, my ancestors make a move!
Davis sneered, showing his disdain and contempt for imperial culture as a native of country M without any concealment.

Mock it all you want.

Looking at the stunned but speechless looks of the archaeologists, and Feng Tang's flushed face, he felt more and more that this ancient oriental country was so dilapidated and outdated that it was useless.

In a dead silence.

Suddenly there was a sharp retort:
"Damn, you just copied us. Eight generations of your ancestors have copied us. Why do you say that our imperial civilization originated from your west? You are obviously delusional to be my third master. I have to prove today that I am your father to overthrow this generation." Don't come back! I tell you, the truth is—is—is—"

Bai Fei was so excited that the veins on his forehead burst out.

But I just can't say the next line.

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

Alas, the information given by the ancestor at this moment is too grand, what should I do if I can't even remember the names of the gods!
Don't say that Bai Fei is at a loss for words right now.

Even those experienced archaeologists, even Feng Tang, could not give a sonorous and forceful rebuttal.

The common saying about the origin of world civilization is that the East and the West have their own origins, and a hundred flowers bloom together.

Davis's academic argument is too domineering. He actually said that the imperial civilization was spread from the West, and the words are so embarrassing, saying that the imperial myths are all plagiarism?
But standing on this abrupt imported carpet under their feet, they couldn't argue with their mouths. The origin of this carpet was indeed too suspicious. Was it really stolen by the ancestors of the empire?The 5000-year-old culture they are proud of... is also... originally originated 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 phoenix!

Davis' trump card shocked the audience.

At this moment, as if he was a victor and the owner of the tomb, he raised his arms and pointed Jiangshan: "You seal up the site, and you must ensure that there is no loss of anything here. Our country M will soon send people to take over everything here. "

As he spoke, he glanced contemptuously at Bai Fei and Feng Tang again, implying something: "Idlers, please clear the stage immediately!"

Bai Fei: "..."

Idle people waiting?

How could this old bastard humiliate him so much!

With a mouthful of blood clogging his heart, his eyes were red, he pulled Yinhu beside him and said, "You idiot, this guy who insulted our people also insulted our country, he just kicked his nose and face, fucked together!"

Wen Dou can't make a fight, he can't help but want to use force, and he has to bring along the most powerful helpers in the audience.

Yinhu is also very excited at this moment.

Devotion to the country, patriotism and love for the people are the disciplines Master Bo has always given to them. Just now, Davis's constant derogation of the imperial culture made him, who doesn't understand history and academics, extremely aggrieved.

He can't say enough about these cultural people, but like Bai Fei, he really wants to speak with his fists at this moment.

Just about to take a step forward.

The skirt of the clothes was suddenly caught by a showy hand: "Brother Hu, don't, don't fight, I'm afraid."

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

Bai Fei: "...Damn, you're still not a man, you're too soft! The little ancestor taught you to feed the dogs with your boxing skills..."

He was so disappointed that he broke the boat and rushed towards Davis alone.

The scene suddenly fell into chaos.

Block the frame, dissuade the persuasion, protect Davis, hurry up and protect...

Davis snorted coldly: "Oriental barbarians, cultural deserts! I'm sure I'm right."

After finishing speaking, as soon as he raised his hand, a cold light flashed from the bottom of his sleeve, and he approached Bai Fei.

That cold light seemed to hide a sharp blade, if the bare-handed Bai Fei met, his head might be chopped off.

The scene was once again dead silent, and everyone seemed to be still, with fear in their hearts.

Just now.

Behind the jade coffin, a soft and lazy female voice resounded: "This is not a clay figurine made by our ancestors, it really doesn't look like a human..."

(End of this chapter)