Chapter 3817: A bun

They evaded one after another and laughed instead of anger: "Haha, this girl

looked at Jiao Didi, but she didn't expect her skills to be good. Let's go

together!"

Cauliflower saw seven or eight men besieging the lady, and shouted boldly:

"You bully the less, what a good guy, shameless!"

"Whether you are alone or ten thousand people, we will all go together!"

The men held a strangely shaped hook-shaped long knife in their hands, dancing

airtight.

If you talk about martial arts alone, children's martial arts are higher than

any of them, but they are superior to the crowd.

After half an hour, the child's physical strength gradually became weak.

She was dripping with sweat and she couldn't keep up, and she looked

dangerous.

A knife pierced her waist. Seeing that it was inevitable, the cauliflower

screamed and rushed over, blocking the knife with her body!

The cauliflower rolled to the ground, bleeding from his back.

"cauliflower!"

The child was heartbroken, and his strength soared because of extreme anger.

He gave a man to death with a sword, found a vacancy, stretched out his hand

to hold the cauliflower on his horse, and quickly rushed out of the

encirclement circle.

She was riding a horse of thousands of miles, even if she was carrying two

people, she was better than those men in black and white robes.

Perhaps because they don't want the atrocities to be discovered, they are

chasing young children.

The toddler ran horses for dozens of miles. Seeing that the cauliflower was

getting worse, he quickly found a ruined temple and put her down.

Cauliflower has lost too much blood, his face is pale and dying.

"Miss, leave me alone, you go!" Cauliflower said weakly.

The toddler hugged her, "Don't be afraid, I will take you to the doctor, you

will not die."

Cauliflower reached out into her arms and fumbled for a while, took out a hard

bun, and said intermittently: "This, this... was given to me by my mother that

day. I ate one, this, for the lady..."

The child took the steamed bun, and the cauliflower's hand dropped.

"cauliflower!"

The child's tears fell, and he hugged her tightly, heartbroken.

Recalling the two months of getting along, Cauliflower smiled happily when she

was eating her favorite steamed bun. Even when she was practicing martial

arts, even if she shed tears, she still insisted on being strong.

Finally, the child's gaze was fixed on the hard steamed bun in his hand.

That was the last thing that Cauliflower's mother gave her when she was

parting.

She ate one, but hid the other like a baby.

This silly boy.

The tears of young children kept falling, and for the first time in their

lives, they felt the pain of losing someone who cared.

It's raining heavily outside.

After the cauliflower was buried, the child sat in the temple to shelter from

the rain.

She was cheerful and lively by nature. She became single again and didn't feel

lonely, but the death of Cauliflower still made her heartbroken.

At this time there was the sound of horseshoes at the door, and then a scholar

in white ran in, muttering: "How can it rain so much in spring...Huh? Little

white horse, why are you here?"

He saw the baby's horse, and immediately reached out and touched the horse's

head with joy.

The toddler ignored it.

This horse used to be raised by the queen and never let others approach. Now

that she has followed her, she still has a strong temperament and will not

easily bring others approaching.

Those who want to touch the horse after watching the horse are bound to

suffer.

The toddler was in a bad mood, so he didn't stop him, waiting coldly for the

ink group to teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the scholar's hand touched Mo Tuan's head, but Mo Tuan was not

angry, but lowered his head very docilely, seeming to enjoy his touch.