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Even the threatening tone, when heard in Little Dyson's ear, felt like salvation.

So he hugged tighter.

The witch dismissed his lips, but his eyes were stained with a gentle smile.

The witch's toes fell to the ground and slowly stood firm on the ground. The fluffy and gorgeous skirt twirled beautiful flowers under the moonlight.

The man came out with a stick.

When I saw the witch, my eyes were stained with a layer of ****, "Little sao goods, don't wear them at home in the middle of the night, but ran to the roof of my house to peep. Since I want to be a man, I don't mind satisfying you!"

Little Dyson heard sickness in his heart, he clenched his fists, burst out of courage in his heart, stared at the beardless man, "Shut up! You are a pervert! I just saw it! Those children are not yours at all, I must Go to the police station to expose you! "

"Reveal? Hahahaha! Then you go! The chief of the police station is my brother-in-law. Look at him to help you, or will he stand on my side?"

Dyson Jr. was just six years old, and he didn't think so much at all.

For the first time in my heart, I doubted mankind. The witch said that mankind is cruel and selfish. Is it true?

Su Kui frowned, and his cold eyes fell on the man, as if looking at a dead man.

Just when she decided to start against the man, she suddenly rushed out two boys from behind, holding the man's thigh from left to right, and shouted to Su Kui: "Sister run! Leave this place quickly!"

Su Kui was stunned, looking at the two skinny boys incredulously.

Are they dead?

Sure enough, the man kicked an angry foot with a stick in his hand. "A bunch of little bastards, who dared to help outsiders, today I will kill you! Use each of you for soup!"

"Don't !!" Little Dyson's green eyes tightened, covering her mouth in horror.

The next second, the man's movement stopped as if he had been acupunctured.

His eyes widened in shock, a gurgling noise in his throat, "You are ... a witch ..."

This is the last sentence in his life.

With unbelievable, unwilling to die.

With a bang, the man who had lost his heart hit the ground with a pen, stirring up a large dust in front of the door.

The children were already ignorant. They watched them beaten them not long ago. The man whom they called father died before their eyes and lost their heart.

The heart, still alive, with red blood flowing, was still beating in the witch's hands.

A few drops of blood were splashed on Little Dyson ’s small face, and he heard the witch disgruntled, "Ah ... the skirts are dirty ..."

He turned his head mechanically, staring at the witch's snow-white little hand, holding a fresh heart.

The witch noticed Dyson ’s fear and squinted, "Afraid? This is how I save them, and not only will I kill people, I will eat their hearts ~!"

On a silent night, a group of children watched silently the witch licking the blood of her clean palm, and the delicate and sweet face with a weird smile.

Deathly silence spread around ...

The witch shrugged and looked back at them, "Well, don't thank me, go find your family!"

Of course, she doesn't need the gratitude of these little pity.

"Please wait a moment--"

"Huh?" The witch turned back and raised her eyebrows.

"You, are you really a witch?" A boy asked with courage. "It seems to be different from the rumor ..."