In all people's eyes, it seems that they were dyed red in a flash. They only felt that the sky was beautiful and winding, with a cold wind blowing across their faces. It was so beautiful that they were scared.

When they got to the top of the north gate, Mo Lian reached out and held the body of the tree. They didn't wait for the Phoenix to land, so they jumped down first and landed, glancing coldly at the people in front of them.

At this time, there are thousands of people gathered at the north gate. However, at this moment, no matter the people or the guards, all people are silent, and the gate is in a silent silence.

"Here?" murian whispered, releasing her fingers slightly

Trees nodded, fingers moved, countless black butterflies Susu flew past, toward the front of the crowd.

People all looked up, timid and hurriedly dodged the butterflies. They crouched on the ground a little bit bravely and looked up.

A five or six-year-old boy, with wide and smooth eyes, suddenly reached out to catch a butterfly flying in front of his eyes.

Unexpectedly, her mother's face changed. She reached out in a panic and clapped the child's soft hand. She pulled her over and lowered her voice. "Don't touch it!"

When the child's fingers hurt, he would open his mouth and cry.

The young mother's face turned white with fright. She put out her hand and covered her mouth with strength. She cried in her ear, "don't make a noise."

The tree's eyes fell on the mother and daughter, frowned slightly, and walked towards the young mother.

The young woman's eyes shrank with fear. She was about to kneel in fear. Suddenly, she felt her arm tightened and was pulled loose.

The cry of the little boy "wow" immediately rang out, making everyone cry hard and hard to sit.

"What are you doing with her?" The tree glanced at the young mother displeased, and looked down. The boy's mouth and nose had been covered a little red.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The young woman realized that she was a little funny

She's sorry. What's wrong with her little face? She's scared to death by them, OK! She was afraid that her children would make trouble for these powerful people, and she would be killed like garbage.

After all, ordinary people like them are not monks. Their lives are very fragile.

The tree reached out and touched the child's head, crooked his head and thought about it. Then he took a box of cakes from the inner boundary and handed them to the weeping kid.

"Eat."

Ink lotus followed, almost did not laugh.

He knew the little guy so well that she just wanted to stop the kid's mouth with food.

After all, that's how little guy used to deal with noisy little monk.

It's almost always good for children

As expected, the kid whose mouth is blocked finally stops crying.

The tree beckoned the young woman to take the child aside, and her eyes followed the crowd.

In this short time, the crowd at the north gate began to disperse to the left and right.

There is no other reason.

The group of small black butterflies are circling around a man in clusters. The rest of them, though they don't know what's going on, are also very farsighted.

In the middle of the empty space of three meters square, only the simple man with the shoulder pole is waving the butterflies in front of him.