Chapter 3372 Witch 7

She tilted her head and waited quietly for a few seconds.

Seeing the child wrapped in a robe squatting on the spot and refusing to move, he raised his lips and waved his hand, "Okay, then I'm leaving~ I hope to see you again tomorrow night and you still have the strength to say this~"

Little Dyson looked up quickly and only had time to see the back of the witch riding a broom away.

Under the night sky, it quickly disappears.

He sniffed his red nose and tears fell again. He wiped it again and again, but couldn't get it clean at all.

So he gave up on himself in shame and felt a sense of grievance in his heart that he had been abandoned again.

Why can she turn around and leave without mercy? Does she really hate humans that much?

However, she should be a beautiful and kind-hearted witch.

In the small house with bright lights, the boy weakly opened his swollen eyes and asked tremblingly: "Is it raining?"

It seemed as if something wet hit his face and landed on his dry and cracked mouth.

"It's salty..."

"Oh, oh, oh, Joel, don't die!"

"Joel, hold on, we'll take you to a doctor right now!"

A group of equally skinny children surrounded Joel in the middle and burst into tears.

Joel shook his head hard, "No...father will beat you to death..."

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

Yeah, who wouldn’t?

A group of children were lost in thought, and the room was eerily 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 a high roof.

Without the witch, he wouldn't even know how to get down.

The room suddenly erupted with an angry shout, "Who's on top of the house?!"

"Ah..." Little Dyson opened his eyes wide in fear, his pupils shrinking continuously.

He took two steps back in panic. The fear the man gave him was far deeper than that of the witch.

But because there were tiles everywhere on the roof, when he stepped on it, he instantly slipped and rolled down.

At the moment of falling, little Dyson's mind went blank. He could hear the man's furious voice, and he saw the man picking up the stick from outside the window.

"When I catch you, I'll see if I don't kill you, the thief!"

what to do? Is he going to die?

Little Dyson closed his eyes in horror. He promised his mother that he would live well, but it seemed that he couldn't do it anymore——

He thought that if he fell, his head would be broken and his head would bleed. Maybe he would not die immediately, but would be caught by the man. That thick stick would hit him viciously.

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

The little boy was thinking about something in confusion.

Suddenly his body felt light, and the pain he imagined did not come. He fell into an embrace that exuded the scent of grass.

Soft and sweet.

"Tsk, look at it, my great hero, you can't even save your own life without me."

The witch mocked him in her usual lazy and disdainful tone.

But Dyson didn't mind this at all. He just stretched out his short arms and hugged the witch's neck tightly.

This time, he didn't cry. Instead, he quietly rolled his eyes in her arms.

"You brat, don't smear your nose on my skirt! I'll eat you!"