"Hey, why is it so strange? Why are there a few butterflies flying here? Where did they come from?"
As usual, Irene was wearing a strong perfume, so the butterflies were all moving closer to her.
Irene waved her hand and pushed the butterflies to the side.
They did not take the butterflies to heart, as they just assumed that they had accidentally let them in when the door was opened.
Lauren used her mind to tell the butterflies to run as far away as possible so that they would not be caught.
One by one, the butterflies flew out of the room.
After a night of torment, Lauren's hair was a little messy. She lowered her head again.
A normal person would not be able to see Lauren's face clearly from a standing position.
The master only took a glance at her.
She was just a child. To him, she was no different from the others.
"The aura on this little girl is indeed very good. I'm sure it won't be cheap to buy her."
