Of course, when it comes to feeling uneasy, Black Gloves and Flying Legs didn't feel anything at all...
At this time, the two of them were perched quietly on the treetops at the roadside intersection, hiding in the Invisibility Cloak.
Black Gloves was carrying the Small Medicine Box.
Flying Legs was holding the plant machine.
They had arrived early and had been squatting here for a long time.
Watching a girl being carried away by an ambulance, observing students coming and going crazily, seeing bizarre wasps, both foxes were a bit baffled...
What on earth are these guys doing?
Are they all trying to snatch the Immortal Grass scattered outside Fox Mountain?
That is absolutely impossible!
The master said this Immortal Grass is a bit troublesome, so they should stay quiet and wait.
"Huh?"
Black Gloves opened the Small Bronze Medicine Box, took out an ice pop, and stuffed it into Flying Legs' paw. Then he took out another ice pop and put it in his own mouth.
