Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 703: Ninth Senior Brother Is Coming

The system felt speechless; it was the first time it had seen someone feel proud about being constantly hunted down.

Upon closer inspection, the proud gestures and expression of this little boy looked quite similar to those of the host.

Tuanzi scratched her head, puzzled, as she looked at Ning Jixiu with his chin slightly raised, "Why does this scene feel a bit familiar?"

A flamboyant figure flashed through her mind.

"Oh," she clapped her hands heavily, face full of excitement, "Miaomiao remembered, Yun Mu is just like this!"

She gleefully stared at Ning Jixiu, "Eighth senior brother, you’re the mini Yun Mu!"

The Little Sect Leader scrunched his nose unhappily.

"Yun Mu? Who’s that?"

Tuanzi explained. She might mock someone face-to-face, but behind their back, she’d always pick out the good traits to mention.

Despite Gu Yunmu having some flaws, in Tuanzi’s eyes, he also had numerous strengths.

Counting on her fingers, Tuanzi carefully listed, "Very good-looking, great physique, not very articulate but actually very smart, can do many fun activities, and is also very nice to his employees..."

As she spoke and counted, Tuanzi suddenly sneaked a glance at Ning Jixiu, "Why does it feel like eighth senior brother has a few fewer strengths in comparison?"

The Little Sect Leader immediately bristled.

How could he possibly lose to someone he’s never met?

"My martial arts are higher than his! I command more subordinates than he does! My reputation far exceeds his! Besides, my appearance is quite outstanding, I just usually disdain comparisons."

Tuanzi didn’t deny the first two points, but she seriously compared the last two.

Raising a finger, Tuanzi said earnestly, "Miaomiao hasn’t seen what you look like when grown up, so I can’t compare."

"Yeah, you’ve never seen it, why would you think I’m uglier than him?" protested the Demon Sect Leader, affected by his three-year-old body.

Tuanzi looked innocent, "Miaomiao didn’t say you were uglier; you’re the one insisting on comparing. Eighth senior brother, it turns out you care so much about your appearance."

"I don’t care!" Ning Jixiu almost jumped up.

"Then if Miaomiao says you’re uglier than Yun Mu..."

Before she finished speaking, Ning Jixiu bristled.

Tuanzi spread her hands, speaking with faux maturity, "Ah, you clearly care a lot, huh."

Afraid that eighth senior brother might get angry again, she quickly changed the subject, "Your reputation is bigger? But you said you’re constantly hunted, isn’t that negative fame?"

She was actually very curious why eighth senior brother wanted to be the Demon Sect Leader, why he was hunted, and if the pursuit was the reason he traveled through time.

But with the experience of being repeatedly deceived by second senior brother, the clever little heroine had learned to hide her thoughts. Though, if some adults were here, most would see through her effort to conceal. Yet now, in front of her was Ning Jixiu, affected by his condition.

A three-year-old child couldn’t see through it.

A clueless Little Sect Leader raised his little head, "Those so-called righteous people are hypocrites. They shout about eliminating demons while encircling and suppressing me, but in reality, they just want the Cultivation Techniques in my hands!"

Tuanzi thought, "They want your Cultivation Techniques, so they speak ill of you to make others misunderstand you?"

The Little Sect Leader guiltily averted his gaze.

Of the stories circulating in the Jianghu, only some were fabricated; a part was indeed true.

"My sect’s original name was indeed the True Words Sect. Any disciple of my sect conducts themselves without little scruples, never hypocritical, and never two-faced; this touched upon some people’s interests."

Recalling this, Ning Jixiu let out a sneer, "Ever since I exposed a Sect Leader for orchestrating the massacre of a friend’s sect and pretended to adopt his friend’s lone son just to find out the treasure’s location, my True Words Sect became the Demon Sect!"

The little boy pumped his fist and exclaimed, "Demon Sect will be the Demon Sect, but I will eventually lead my disciples to crush those sects and become the Martial Arts Supreme!"

Tuanzi, who also wanted to become Martial Arts Supreme, calmly poured cold water on him, "But you traveled through time."

The Little Sect Leader froze.

"The Spirit Jade doesn’t have much power left; you can’t go back."

The Little Sect Leader lowered his small head.

Seeing him like this, Tuanzi felt some sympathy for him and went up to pat his little head.

"How could you just casually touch my head?"

Ning Jixiu covered his head, retreating with caution.

Tuanzi pouted, "It’s not an antique, why can’t it be touched?"

Unable to get the chance to touch his head, Tuanzi shooed him out.

"Miaomiao needs to sleep now, out, out."

With a "slam," Tuanzi closed the door.

Ning Jixiu stood at the door, looking bewildered.

"What was I originally going to say?"

Having reached the third floor, he recalled that he initially wanted to use the truth about Zhen Haowei’s second time travel to trick his junior sister into dismissing Tantai Yi, so he and the first senior brother could assist on the show together.

But now, that’s definitely not going to happen.

A troubled look appeared on his fair little face.

"Does this mean I really have to perform for people?"

If he couldn’t be an assistant, he could only be a little guest.

Soon, it was time for the live broadcast of the show.

The first stop of "Little Musician" was in Jiang City.

The object of collaboration at the first stop was a children’s choir in the city.

But before training with the children’s choir, the guests had to get to know each other.

Since it was filming locally, Tuanzi didn’t need to wake up early to catch a flight. After leisurely finishing breakfast at home, she sat obediently on the suitcase, waiting for Gu Wangchao to pick her up.

"Whose Spirit Jade broke?"

"Ah, it was his, huh, doesn’t that mean ninth senior brother is coming too?"

"Coming too often, seventh senior brother’s registration still hasn’t settled, eighth senior brother hasn’t returned to his original form..."

"Should we tell the junior sister?"

"Let’s not disturb her work. We’ll just be more cautious."

Tuanzi’s little ears twitched as she glanced in the direction of the kitchen, feeling her still slightly chubby chin, seemingly in thought.

[Ancient Martial System: Did they forget you also have Inner Strength?]

Even if it was a bit noisy around, as long as the host wanted, she could easily hear sounds from nearby houses.

[Miaomiao: It’s quite normal. Living in the ordinary world for so long, one tends to become this way—just like Miaomiao often accidentally speaks out loud.]

When the host interacted with it, occasionally speaking out loud and arousing suspicion, it also bore responsibility. If too engrossed in conversation, one could forget the surroundings and to remind the host.

The system fell silent.

It figured it should not criticize when it was equally guilty.

Since the other senior brothers hadn’t said anything, Tuanzi pretended not to hear, though she and the system had long agreed that if any strange person appeared nearby, they’d identify them immediately.

[Ancient Martial System: It’s also possible it landed near another senior brother]

[Miaomiao: Got it, just being cautious]

Thinking about the fifth and sixth senior brothers having been captured, the seventh senior brother appearing abroad and struggling to return, teaching Tuanzi from a young age to understand the principle of ’being prepared’, she clenched her small fists, determined that this time she would ensure ninth senior brother wouldn’t meet with trouble, guaranteeing his smooth registration and peaceful life in this world!