Even if it was a threatening tone, I felt it was salvation in the ears of little Dyson.
So he hugged even tighter.
The witch curled her lips in disgust, but her eyes were stained with a gentle smile.
The witch landed on her toes and slowly stood firmly on the ground, her fluffy and gorgeous skirt spinning out beautiful flowers under the moonlight.
The man had already walked out with the stick.
The moment I saw the witch, my eyes were stained with ****, "Little sao, I didn't wear it obediently at home in the middle of the night, but went to my roof to peep at it. Since I miss a man, I don't mind satisfying you!
Little Dyson was disgusted when he heard it. He clenched his fists, burst out endless courage, and glared at the bearded man, "Shut up! You are a pervert! I just saw it! Those kids are not yours at all, I must Go to the police station to expose you!"
"Exposure? Hahahaha! Then you go! The chief of the police station is my brother-in-law, do you see if he helps you, or will he stand on my side?"
Little Dyson was taken aback. He was only six years old and didn't think so much at all.
For the first time in her heart, she had doubts about human beings. The witch said, human beings are cruel and selfish. Is it true
Su Kui frowned, her icy eyes fell on the man, as if looking at a dead person.
Just when she decided to attack the man, two boys suddenly rushed out from behind, one to the left and the other to the man's thigh, and shouted at Su Kui: "Sister, run! Get out of this place!"
Su Kui was taken aback and looked at the two scrawny boys incredulously.
Are they going to die
Sure enough, the man kicked angrily, holding the stick high in his hand, "A bunch of little bastards, who dare to help outsiders, today I will kill you! Use each of you to make soup!"
"No!!" Little Dyson's green eyes tightened, covering his small mouth in horror.
In the next second, the man's movements stopped in place as if he had been tapped on an acupuncture point.
He opened his eyes wide in shock, and there was a gurgling noise in his throat, "You are... a witch..."
This is the last word in his life.
With unbelievable, unwilling to die.
With a bang, the man who had lost his heart slammed into the ground, stirring up a large dust of dust in front of the door.
The children were dumbfounded. They watched as they beat them not long ago. The man they called the father died in front of them and lost his heart.
The heart that was still alive and filled with red blood was still beating in the hands of the witch.
Little Dyson's face was splashed with a few drops of blood. He heard the witch's dissatisfied muttering, "Ah... the skirt is dirty..."
He turned his head mechanically, staring at the little snow-white hand of the witch, holding a fresh heart.
The witch noticed little Dyson's fear and squinted her eyes, "Fear? This is how I save them, and I will not only kill people, but I will also eat their hearts~!"
In the quiet night, a group of children silently watched the witch's blood licking her clean palms, her delicate and sweet faces with sly smiles.
Deathly silence spread all around...
The witch shrugged and looked back at them, "Well, don't thank me, go find your family!"
Of course, she didn't need the gratitude of these little poor children.
"Please wait a minute—"
"Huh?" The witch turned her head and raised her eyebrows.
"You, are you really a witch?" a boy plucked up the courage to ask, "It seems to be different from the rumors..."