My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Nine hundred and ninety-second

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In everyone’s sight, it seemed as if a piece of blood was dyed red in an instant, only a touch of magnificent winding from the horizon, accompanied by a wind of cold fragrance blowing across the face, it was so beautiful Frightened.

After reaching the top of the North City Gate, Mo Lin stretched out his arms and held Qiao Mu's body. Before the fire phoenix landed, the two of them jumped down first and landed gracefully, gazing coldly across the crowd in front of them.

Thousands of people were gathering at the gate of the North City at this time. However, at this moment, no matter whether it was the people or the guards, everyone was silent and did not dare to speak, and the gate of the city fell into a silent silence.

Mo Lin loosened his finger slightly and said in a low voice, "Here?"

Qiao Mu nodded, and with a flick of his finger, countless black butterflies flew past and headed in front of the crowd.

Everyone raised their heads, the courageous quickly dodged the butterflies, and the courageous squatted on the ground, raising their necks and watching.

A five- or six-year-old child, with wide round eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand to catch a butterfly flying past his eyes.

Unexpectedly, her mother's face changed, she hurriedly reached out and patted the child's soft whispering hand, pulled her over, and said in a low voice, "Don't touch it!"

The child's fingers hurt, so he opened his mouth and cried with a "wow".

The young mother turned pale with fright, and quickly reached out her hand to cover her small mouth, and shouted in her ear, "Don't speak."

Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the pair of mother and daughter, frowned slightly, Tatata walked towards the young mother.

The young woman shrank her pupils in fright, and was about to kneel down in panic. Suddenly, she felt her arm tighten and was pulled and let go.

The child's "wow" cries resounded immediately, making everyone cry so tightly that they couldn't rest comfortably.

"What did you cover her for." Qiao Mu glanced at the young mother displeasedly, and looked down, the child's nose and mouth had already been covered and turned slightly red.

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

She's sorry, what's wrong with the little facial paralysis in front of her? She was almost scared to death by them, okay! Isn't she afraid of the child's fuss and aroused the disgust of these powerful people, and was killed as rubbish.

After all, ordinary people like them do not exist as cultivators, and their lives are very fragile.

Qiao Mu reached out and touched the boy's head, tilted his head for a moment, took out a box of pastries from the inner boundary and handed it to the crying kid.

"Eat it."

Moline followed, almost silently laughing.

He knows this little guy too well, she actually wants to stop the boy's mouth with something to eat.

After all, this is how the little guy dealt with the noisy little monk before.

This trick is almost unsatisfactory for children...

Sure enough, the little devil whose mouth was blocked finally stopped crying.

Qiao Mu motioned to the young woman to take the child aside, and his eyes followed the crowd to search.

In just a short time, the crowd at the gate of the north city began to scatter to the left and right.

There is no reason for him.

The group of small black butterflies was spinning around a man in clusters. When the others saw it, although they didn't understand what was going on, they retreated with a sense of vision.

There was a three-meter square open space in the middle, and only the simple and honest man with a pole was waving the group of butterflies that flew in front of him vigorously.