Blue butterflies rushed over quickly, grabbed the rain, and hid aside. The flying ring of the statue hit the statue beside them and broke the ground.

When the white fox saw this, he rushed up, pulled a spear out of the hand of a statue next to him, and stabbed it at the statue.

The spear thumped into the statue's thigh, which, unfortunately, was itchy for her, while the white fox felt numbness in her small hands.

"What the hell is this?" Seeing the white fox lead the statue away, Blue Butterfly could not help asking.

Xiaoyu came to introduce her: "This is the cold month, that is the soul...