Chapter 134

The man behind him gave a dull hum because of the sharp pain, but he soon stopped. The hand covering Xiaojiang was still as firm as a rock and motionless.

Jiang Wang never let go. His teeth were deeply trapped in the flesh. He smelled a strong smell of blood. He could feel that the skin under his mouth was blurred.

But the people behind him still didn't let go. He was like a stone that won't hurt.

"Shit, this temper is really fierce. I'm so dead. I'm not happy enough, losers!!"

The man cursed and tied the belt back to his waist.

"Don't delay your business. Find your things first. Whatever you like." the other man said.

"OK, I'll go to the study..."

"Wait, let's see if there's anything in the bedroom, bedside cabinet, wardrobe, where you can hide things. Don't let go of any."

"OK, I'll look at the bedside table first."

The two began to rummage.

"Cough, no, the fire is too big. The doors have been burned. We have to hurry up, or we won't want to go out."

"There are no drawers and no bedside table. I'll go and see the wardrobe..."

"Forget it, it's too late! Who can hide things in the wardrobe? Go to the study first!!"

"OK, listen to you!"

Their footsteps rang out, and then the bedroom was quiet again, leaving only the "Thunderbolt" sound of the fire devouring the furniture.

"Stop crying."

The man behind him leaned close to his ear and opened his mouth gently.

Jiang Wang's whole person was twitching constantly, with tears streaming down his face, his eyes were dull, and the burning fire was reflected in his eyes.

"Alas..."

The man behind him sighed helplessly and let his palm be covered with Xiaojiang's snot and tears.

They still hid in the wardrobe and didn't dare to go out easily. They were afraid that the villain would kill a rifle and just ran into them.

Until a loud siren rang through the night.

The man behind finally released his hand.

Jiang Wang regained his freedom, but he looked at the ground in a daze like a fool. It was clear that Mars splashed on the back of his hand. The back of his hand was covered with blood and flesh, but he sat still as if he didn't feel it.

"Alas..."

The man behind him gave a second sigh.

Then, a pair of white and tender palms grabbed Jiang Wang's arm and gently pulled him out of the wardrobe.

This pull seems to have pulled back Xiaojiang's soul.

A pair of dark and empty eyes "pa Ji" dropped a drop of tears, like turning on some kind of switch, and a drop of tears fell down like worthless money.

"Mom... Mom..."

Xiaojiang looked at the woman lying in bed.

Jiang's mother opened her eyes and looked at the direction of the wardrobe. Her eyes were full of sadness and nostalgia. She refused to close her eyes from beginning to end.

"Mom..."

Xiaojiang Jue reached out and touched Jiang's mother's face. He moved carefully, as if with a force, Jiang's mother would disappear.

"Mom..."

He kept calling Jiang mu, but the woman in bed never gave him any response.

"Mom, wake up..."

He pushed Jiang Mu's arm, and his tears fell obediently. He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, as if he were making a promise:

"Mom, Xiao Wang didn't cry. I'm obedient. Do you speak well, mom..."

But no matter how he opened his mouth, how he promised, how he begged, the gentle and loving woman never opened her mouth again.