Chapter 3373 Witch 8

Even the threatening tone sounded like redemption to little Dyson's ears.

So, he hugged her tighter.

The witch curled her lips in disgust, but her eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

The witch landed on her toes and slowly stood firm on the ground. Her fluffy and gorgeous skirt spun into graceful flowers under the moonlight.

The man had already come out carrying a stick.

The moment he saw the witch, his eyes were filled with ****, "You little brat, you didn't wear it at home obediently in the middle of the night, but you went to the roof of my house to peek. Since you want a man, I don't mind satisfying you!"

Little Dyson felt sick in his heart. He clenched his fists, and with endless courage bursting out of his heart, he glared at the bearded man, "Shut up! You are a pervert! I just saw it! Those children are not yours at all, I must I’m going to the police station to expose you!”

"Expose? Hahahaha! Then go ahead! The chief of the police station is my brother-in-law. Do you want to see if he will help you or stand on my side?"

Little Dyson was stunned. He was only six years old and had never thought so much.

For the first time, I had doubts about human beings. The witch said that human beings are cruel and selfish. Is this true?

Su Kui frowned, her cold gaze falling on the man, as if she was looking at a dead person.

Just when she decided to attack the man, two boys suddenly rushed out from behind, hugged the man's thighs on the left and right, and shouted at Su Kui: "Sister, run! Get out of this place quickly!"

Su Kui was stunned and looked at the two skinny boys in disbelief.

Are they desperate?

Sure enough, the man kicked one of them away angrily and raised the stick in his hand, "A bunch of little bastards dare to help outsiders. I will beat you to death today! I will use you to make soup one by one!"

"No!!" Little Dyson's green eyes tightened and he covered his mouth in fear.

The next second, the man's movements stopped in place as if his acupuncture points were tapped.

His eyes widened in shock, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, "You are... a witch..."

These were the last words in his life.

He died with disbelief and unwillingness.

With a bang, the man who had lost his heart fell straight to the ground, stirring up a large amount of dust in front of the door.

The children were stunned. They watched the man who beat them not long ago and whom they called their father die before their eyes, losing his heart.

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

A few drops of blood were spattered on little Dyson's face. He heard the witch muttering dissatisfiedly, "Ah... the skirt is even dirty..."

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

The witch noticed little Dyson's fear, narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Are you scared? This is how I save them, and not only can I kill people, I can also eat their hearts~!"

In the silent night, a group of children watched silently as the witch licked the blood from her palms, with a strange smile on her delicate and sweet face.

A deathly silence spread all around...

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

Of course, she doesn't need the thanks of these poor little people.

"Please wait a moment——"

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

"Are you really a witch?" A boy asked with courage, "It seems different from the rumors..."