The girl said casually, "Everyone is dressed like this today, it's not just me."

After speaking, she turned and walked away.

She continued to complain to her companions, "It's really ridiculous. Everyone has the freedom to dress however they want when going out. It's completely my own freedom to wear what I like. How can someone still care about what others wear? So unreasonable."

Her companion agreed, "Exactly. I've seen too many old-fashioned people who don't understand our love for anime and manga.

I didn't expect it to be a little girl this time. I feel sorry for her. I wonder what she's been brainwashed into by adults normally..."

Their complaints gradually faded away.

Susie was unwilling to give up and said loudly, "But this is the Golden King Temple. It's the place where Grandpa Wen Cheng and the warrior uncles defended to the death!"

The passersby stopped and looked at Susie and the two girls inexplicably.

The two girls blushed and said angrily, "Please don't moralize us. Today's event is for kids and fans to gather together based on their own interests.

It's just the hobbies of our own niche circle. Why do you have to morally judge us like this?"

Another person added, "Is it a crime to wear what we like? Today's event is for both kids and fans to wear their favorite costumes.

If you don't like it, that's okay. But can you respect different cultures?"

The onlookers understood and talked excitedly. Most of them supported the people in their circles.

"Preferences are not original sin! What you like is your own freedom!"

"Please stop your rigid thinking and don't use your outdated ideas to brainwash us!"

Young people wearing various costumes were indignant.

Martin said coldly, "There's nothing wrong with liking what you like, and it's your freedom to wear what you like, but it also depends on the occasion!"

He looked towards the Golden King Temple Square, "Your ancestors sacrificed and were killed here. Are you not ashamed to appear in front of them dressed like this?"

Wade added, "Yes, what's the difference between wearing the clothes of your enemy and dancing on their graves?"

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a sense of discomfort in their hearts.

"Let's forget it, don't argue with them...we don't want to ruin our good mood!" "I woke up at four or five in the morning to do this hairstyle today...damn it, listening to these words is like eating a fly."

"What's the matter? Does wearing this clothing mean I'm unpatriotic? Nonsense." As they spoke, they dispersed.

Susie looked at these people and asked quietly, "Uncle, don't they feel like what they're doing is wrong?"

Martin picked her up and said lightly, "If they thought it was wrong, they wouldn't have dressed like this and come here."

It can only be said that the enemy is very cunning, and the invasion has never stopped.

And indeed, a small part of people in America have been successfully invaded.

Interesting in different cultures, subcultures, personal preferences, etc., is not wrong, but one should remember why one can comfortably lie at home and enjoy these things now.

Susie lay on Martin's chest, feeling unhappy. Mitch held his arm and originally told her not to come, but she followed Martin anyway.

He could only silently follow along. Seeing Susie unhappy, he said, "Sometimes things are not necessarily bad things.

The development of civilization is supposed to be colorful, but it is hard to resist the wickedness of human nature and use it for bad things." Mitch sighed.

This might be the emotional journey she had to go through!

All the ups and downs of life...including forgetting.

More and more people dressed in all sorts of clothes gathered in the Golden King Temple Square.

Of course, there were also people wearing traditional clothes, but they were few in number.

It was only here that Martin realized that this so-called doll exhibition was probably a case of false advertising.

Occasionally, a few pedestrians dressed in ordinary clothes were watching the commotion in the crowd, among whom was Megan in a black outfit with her hair tied up high in a ponytail.

She frowned as she looked at the square and the sky.

Today's weather had turned cloudy, and dark clouds gradually obscured the once-bright sky.

A light breeze swayed the trees on the side of the road.

These changes were extremely subtle, and no one in the lively square noticed any difference.

Megan immediately recognized the long table in front of the square where dolls were displayed and the other table in front of it, which was actually a small altar! It was here!

She held her backpack tightly and quietly moved towards the center of the square.

Martin had already walked to the front of the square with Susie in his arms. There was a long table at the front of the square.

The table was about three meters wide, and the length was estimated to be more than fifteen meters.

In front of the long table was a large altar covered in white cloth, on which were three small shrines, and on both sides were wooden racks wrapped in large red cloth strips.

On the long table were many different dolls, some kneeling, some half-lying, and some standing with their heads down.

Susie's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she said, "This isn't a doll exhibition, it's a worship ceremony!"