Chapter 3372

She tilted her head and waited for a few seconds.

Looking at the child who was wrapped in a robe squatting in place and refused to move, he raised his lips and waved, "well, I'm gone. I hope to see you again tomorrow evening. You still have the strength to say this."

little Dyson looked up, only to see the back of the witch riding the broom.

Under the night sky, it soon disappeared.

He inhaled the little red nose, tears fell again. He rubbed it again and again. It couldn't be cleaned at all.

So he was ashamed of the self abandonment, the heart of a kind of abandoned grievance.

Why can she turn around and leave without mercy? Does she really hate human beings?

However, she should be a beautiful and kind witch.

In the little house with bright light, the boy opened his eyes which were swollen into a line weakly and asked with trembling, "is it raining?"

Something wet seemed to fall on his face and on his cracked mouth.

"Salty..."

"Wuwuwujoel, don't die!"

"Joel, hold on, we'll take you to the doctor!"

A group of the same skinny children, surrounded by Joel in the middle, sobbed.

Joel shook his head hard. "Don't Father will kill you... "

"But, but then you will die!" The youngest girl covered her face and cried, "I miss home, my parents!"

Yeah, who doesn't want to?

A group of children are deep in thought, the room is eerie and quiet, sending out silent despair.

Little Dai's green eyes were confused. He stood up and found that he was standing on the high roof.

Without the witch, he didn't even know how to go down.

"Who is on top of the house?" the room burst into a rage

"Ah..." Little Dyson opened his eyes in horror and his pupils kept shrinking.

He hurriedly retreated two steps, the man gave him a sense of fear, far deeper than the witch.

But because the roof is full of tiles, step on it, slip down and roll down.

At the moment of falling down, little Dyson's brain was blank, his ears were full of men's furious voice, and he saw the picture of men picking up sticks from the outside of the window.

"When I catch you, I won't kill you thief!"

What to do? Is he going to die?

Little Dyson closed his eyes in fear. He promised his mother to live a good life, but he couldn't seem to do it -

he thought he would fall down and break his head. Maybe he would not die immediately, but he would be caught by a man. That thick stick will hit him viciously.

In the end, he will die the same way as the boy named Joel.

What was in the little boy's mind at sixes and sevens.

All of a sudden, his body was light, and the pain in his imagination did not come. He fell into the arms of a fragrant grass.

Soft and sweet.

"Tut, have a look, my hero, you can't even protect your own life without me."

The witch mocked him in her usual languid and scornful tone.

But Dyson didn't care about it at all. He just held out his short arm and hugged the witch's neck.

This time, instead of crying, he quietly bent his eyes in her arms.

"Son of a bitch, don't put your nose on my skirt! Be careful I eat you! "