She tilted her head and waited quietly for a few seconds.
Seeing the child wrapped in a robe squatted on the spot and refused to move, he curled his lips and waved his hand, "Okay, then I'm leaving~ I hope to see you again tomorrow night, you still have the strength to say these words~"
Little Dyson looked up quickly, only to see the back of the witch riding away on a broomstick.
Under the night sky, it quickly disappeared.
He sucked on his red nose, and his tears fell again. He wiped it again and again, but it was not clean at all.
So he abandoned himself in embarrassment, a kind of grievance of being abandoned in his heart.
Why can she turn around and leave without mercy? Does she really hate humans so much
However, she obviously should be a beautiful and kind witch.
In a small house with bright lights, the boy weakly opened his swollen eyes, and tremblingly asked, "Has it rained?"
It seemed that something moist had hit his face and landed on his cracked mouth.
"It's salty..."
"Oh, Joel, don't die!"
"Joel, hold on, we will take you to the doctor!"
A group of equally scrawny children surrounded Joel in tears.
Joel shook his head hard, "Don't... Father will kill you..."
"But, but you will die like this!" The youngest girl covered her face and cried, "I miss home and my parents!"
Yeah, who doesn't want to
A group of children were lost in thought, the room was strangely quiet, exuding silent despair.
Little Dyson's emerald green eyes were a little confused. He stood up, only to find that he was standing on the high roof.
Without the witch, he didn't even know how to go on.
Suddenly an angry shout erupted from the house, "Who is on the house?!"
"Ah..." Little Dyson opened his eyes in horror, his pupils constantly shrinking.
He took two steps back in a panic, and the fear that the man gave him was much deeper than that of the witch.
But because the roof was full of tiles, I stepped on it, slipped and rolled down instantly.
At the moment of falling, little Dyson's brain was blank, and the man's thunderous voice was in his ear, and he saw the man picking up the stick from the window.
"Wait for Lao Tzu to catch you, see if I won't kill you as a thief!"
How to do? Is he dying
Little Dyson closed his eyes in horror. He promised his mother to live well, but he seemed unable to do it—
He thought that if he fell, he would smash his head and bleed. Maybe he would not die immediately, but would be caught by a man. That thick stick would hit him viciously.
In the end, he will die in the same way as the boy named Joel.
The young boy was thinking about something in a mess.
Suddenly his body lightened, the pain in his imagination did not come, and he fell into an embrace that exuded the smell of fragrant grass.
Soft and sweet.
"Tsk, take a look, my hero, you can't even save your own life if you leave me."
The witch mocked him with her usual lazy and disdainful tone.
But Dyson didn't mind this at all, he just stretched out a short arm and hugged the witch's neck tightly.
This time, he did not cry, but in her arms, he quietly bent his eyes.
"Smelly boy, don't put your nose on my skirt! Watch out for me to eat you!"