Sweetheart,Come Back!

The child kept looking at the old fellow.

heard the old fellow's words at the time, and looked at the old fellow's baby in the arms. The little man looked at him with a pair of eyes that were open.

Qin Qin felt guilty and took his son from the old fellow.

The baby reached out his little hand to touch his father's face. The father was too tall. He only touched his father's cold metal button.

Qin Jian lowered his head so that his son could touch his face.

The baby's tiny tender fingers ran across his face and touched his nose. Itching, his heart was sour, and tears forced him to bear it. He didn't cry in front of his brother.

In this half month, in order to find an Yin, he basically did not manage his son.

The two ewes bought by the tribe are tied by the car. The newborn babies drink goat milk. Although they won't starve, what a child needs is just to eat and drink enough.

For half a month, Qin Jian was immersed in the mountains, never sleeping. He was so tired that he could not go on. He took a nap. He was so hungry that he ate some compressed cakes in cold water.

If anyin was really here, he would have found it.

He knew in his heart that there was no point in looking for it any more, but he still kept looking for it and refused to give up. He was afraid of missing.

But no matter how afraid, there will be an end to one day, can not let brothers and children with him endless crazy.

Fifteen days of food is enough for them to return.

He can't have his brothers here all the time fighting game.

Take a deep breath, let oneself return to reason, way: "have a good rest tonight, return tomorrow."

All the people here are werewolves. No one is a companion for a lifetime. The disappearance of an Yin means that Qin Jiande has been alone with his son for the rest of his life.

Looking at the figure of Qin Jian holding the baby, none of the people present felt better.

Qin Jian kissed his son's white and tender face and said, "Jinpeng, tidy up the python I beat and let the brothers roast it."

Then he took his son and walked away.

He was in a bad mood and wanted to be alone with his son.

Looking at Qin Jian's emaciated back, Jin Peng felt sad, "brother, although I didn't find another way, I believe that an Yin has left and is not here."

Qin Jian turned back and said, "well," and went on.

In the past half month, although he flipped every stone crazily, he was afraid to see anyin under which stone.

Found, really is what hope has no, can not find, can also hope for a while.

But in any case, when he thought about the sufferings of an Yin's child, even if he had just given birth to the child, he didn't know what kind of sin he would suffer. He felt miserable and could not be described.

In the past, he said, even death would dominate her.

But now, he regrets.

If he doesn't bully her so recklessly and irrationally, and doesn't treat her like that, she can't bear these crimes.

If time could go back, he would let go, just look at her from afar, never touch her again. At least she will not be touched until those broken things are solved.

But now, can't live to see a person, die not to see a corpse, regret besides hate oneself, have no use.

Jin Peng's eyes were red, and his tears were swirling around his eyes. He held his breath in his heart, but there was no place for him to send. A heavy blow hit the tree trunk beside him, breaking the tree's life, but his breath in his heart did not let off half a minute.