When the light barrier fell into the small courtyard, it alarmed everyone.
Su Xian'er walked out from the wooden house.
Lie Tian and Chunlan also walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.
When they saw the little boy, they were all stunned.
Qi Le pursed his lips and sat on the ground. He tried his best to control his tears, but could not.
His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Chu Xuan and the others.
This was especially so when he saw Lie Tian's head floating in the air. It was truly frightening.
A three-to-four-year-old child was stubbornly pursing his lips, trying his best not to cry.
There was also a blood-red lip mark on his face.
It was blood!
It was obvious that the child had just encountered a great disaster.
Su Xian'er could not help but step forward, gently stroking his head as she picked him up.
"Don't be afraid."
