A Scheme of Dragons, Safeguarding the Human Dao

"Nezha!"

"Nezha!"

"How dare your Dragon Palace bully my son like this!"

"Cough! Ptoo—"

On the clean white beach, Nezha spat out streams of seawater one after another, his round little belly rapidly returning to normal.

His tiny body lay limp there as he weakly opened his eyes.

A familiar large face leaned in from the side, filling Nezha's vision.

"Ah, Uncle Chang'an..."

"Young Master Three, you're awake?"

Li Changshou's face was full of concern as he asked softly, "Does anything hurt?"

Nezha opened his little mouth, wanting to speak but unable to get the words out. He felt as though he had just woken from a nightmare. His head still hurt, and scene after scene surged into his mind, hazy and impossible to see clearly.

He muttered, "Wasn't I fighting several long bugs?"

Li Changshou smiled. "Young Master Three must have been dreaming. Don't think too much for now. Just relax..."

"Heehee." Nezha smacked his lips and held out his little arms toward Li Changshou. "Uncle Chang'an, carry me!"

"Come." Li Changshou rubbed Nezha's head and half-carried, half-hoisted him onto his shoulder. "Let's go home."

He sighed inwardly as well. Though Little Nezha was clever enough, with judgment comparable to that of a teenager or young man, at the end of the day, he still had the temperament of a child.

By now, Nezha was no longer very concerned about what had happened earlier. Slumped over Li Changshou's shoulder, he weakly hummed under his breath.

His entire body ached, and his hands and feet were cramping. It really did feel like he had exhausted himself playing.

Uh, why had his clothes been changed? He had not worn this outfit when he came out.

Several question marks hung over Nezha's head, only for his attention to be caught by a