Chapter 3819 A Steamed Bun

They all avoided and laughed instead of being angry: "Haha, this girl looks so cute, but I didn't expect her skills to be good, let's all join in!"

Seeing seven or eight men surrounding the young lady, Caihua plucked up the courage to shout: "You bully the minority with more, what kind of heroes are you? You are shameless!"

"Whether you are one person or ten thousand people, we are all going together!"

The men all held a strange hook-shaped long knife in their hands, and they danced airtightly.

If we talk about martial arts alone, the children's martial arts are better than any of them, but they are better in numbers.

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

She was dripping with sweat, was powerless, and was in danger.

A knife stabbed straight at her waist. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Caihua screamed, rushed over, and blocked the knife with her body!

The cauliflower rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out from her back.

"cauliflower!"

The child was heartbroken, and his strength surged due to extreme anger. He killed a man with a sword, found an opening, stretched out his hand to pull Caihua onto his horse, and led her to quickly rush out of the encirclement.

The horse she was riding was a thousand-mile horse. Even if it was carrying two people, it was better than those men in black and white robes.

Perhaps because they did not want their atrocities to be discovered, they pursued the young children.

The child ran for dozens of miles on horseback. Seeing that Caihua was about to die, he quickly found a ruined temple and put her down.

Caihua lost too much blood, looked pale and was dying.

"Miss, please leave me alone and leave quickly!" Cauliflower said weakly.

The child hugged her and said, "Don't be afraid. I will take you to the doctor. You won't die."

Caihua reached into her arms and groped for a while, took out a hardened steamed bun, and said intermittently: "This, this... my mother gave it to me that day, I ate one, and this, give it to Miss..."

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

"cauliflower!"

The toddler burst into tears and hugged her tightly, heartbroken.

Recalling the two months together, Caihua smiled happily while chewing her favorite steamed buns. Even when she was in pain and cried when she practiced martial arts, she still had to persevere.

Finally, the child's eyes were fixed on the hard steamed bun in his hand.

That was the last thing Caihua's mother gave her when they parted.

She ate one and hid the other like a treasure.

This stupid kid.

The child's tears kept falling, and for the first time in his life he felt the pain of losing someone he cared about.

It's raining heavily outside.

After burying the cauliflower, the children sat in the temple to take shelter from the rain.

She was cheerful and lively by nature, and she became single again and did not feel lonely. However, the death of Caihua still made her heartbroken.

At this time, there was the sound of horse hooves at the door, and then a scholar in white ran in, muttering: "Why does it rain so heavily in spring... Huh? Little white horse, why are you here?"

When he saw the child's horse, he immediately stepped forward happily and reached out to touch the horse's head.

The toddler ignored it.

This horse used to be raised by his mother and never let others get close to him. Now that he follows her, he is still strong-tempered and will not let others get close easily.

Those who want to touch a horse just because they see it are bound to suffer.

The child was in a bad mood, so he didn't stop him and waited coldly for Mo Tuan to teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the scholar's hand touched Mo Tuan's head, but Mo Tuan did not get angry. Instead, he lowered his head very meekly, seeming to enjoy his touch.