The moment they sensed those two auras, the faces of the two little girls turned pale.
The little girl in the plain-colored robe said nervously, "Sister Yaoyao... Mom's aura seems a little off..."
"They really seem angry this time!"
Hearing that, the other girl also felt guilty.
"You're right..."
"Xiaozhi, run!"
As soon as she spoke, the two little girls were about to jump down from the statue and flee.
However, just then, two invisible forces locked onto them.
They were directly frozen in mid-air.
A moment later, two exquisite beauties flew over through the air.
One wore a pale green gauze dress, her smooth long hair cascading over her shoulders.
She stood there quietly, like a goddess who had stepped out of nature itself.
Like the freshest new leaves of spring, she radiated a refreshing and captivating aura.
The other was like a blazing flame, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Her vivid red mage robe seemed woven from the fiercest flames, gleaming brilliantly beneath the sunlight.
The robe clung tightly to her voluptuous figure, outlining breathtaking curves.
Her slender waist was lightly cinched by the robe's belt, making it seem even more delicate. Her full chest, accentuated by the robe, exuded a fatal allure.
These two women were naturally Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang.
Compared to eight years ago, neither of them had changed in the slightest.
Even their expressions remained exactly the same, and they seemed to have grown even younger.
However, both women now possessed a special charm.
It was the radiance of motherhood.
"Mom..."
The two little girls called out timidly.
However, at that moment.
An emerald-green vine suddenly grew in the air and transformed into a whip, lashing the girls twice across their bottoms.
Smack! Smack!
The two girls jolted from the blows and cried out