As soon as the young warrior finished speaking, the crowded crowd moved aside on both sides, and then a group of ten people stepped out.
Walking at the front was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. The little girl was wearing a fiery red war robe and carrying a huge black sickle on her shoulders. The two braids on her head were as long as her waist.
Two shallow dimples are looming on her cute pink face.
Looking at this cute little girl, a burst of laughter burst out from the separated crowd.
"The Bai family is really in decline. They actually sent a little girl to participate in the attack of the Bai family..."
"Yes, the once glorious Baijia is no longer there, what a pity!"
The little girl turned a deaf ear to these comments and jumped up the steps holding on to the huge scythe.
Walking to the martial arts stage, the little girl turned to face the millions of warriors below, slightly cupped her hands, and her childish voice spread to every corner of the space, "Hello, seniors, I will be polite to you, Bai Xiaoxiao."
"Be polite, haha..."
The troublemakers below started to boo, and many of them even joked: "Xiaoxiao, when you meet your brother later, you must be merciful."
"Okay," following the voice, Bai Xiaoxiao blinked his big eyes and showed an innocent smile that was harmless to humans and animals.
No longer paying attention to the millions of warriors in the audience, Bai Xiaoxiao turned around and walked to the Ghost King, bowed and shouted obediently: "Hello, Grandpa."
"Yeah, okay, Xiaoxiao."
"Hello, brother Jiashu, and hello, sister Huairou."
Jiashu and Chu Huairou smiled in return. After bowing to the people on the stage, Bai Xiaoxiao walked to her seat and sat down. Because the chair was too high, she almost climbed up.
And her inadvertent move caused a burst of laughter from the crowd below.
Looking at the ignorant crowd below, Jiashu and the Ghost King looked at each other in tacit understanding.
Those who laugh at the decline of hundreds of families now will cry later.