Chapter 5382
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Will's step forward is very heavy, and every step he takes feels that he's weighing a thousand pounds. His back is covered with sadness. Anyone who looks at him knows that he's a man in sorrow.
He was very familiar with it. He didn't walk through the streets where people came and went. He walked all the way up the lane with concave and convex ground.
It's a slope. Standing on the side of the street and looking up the alley, it's at least 40 degrees high. Will has to work hard every step. Ye Jian, who keeps up with him, even sees that he's not stable for several times. The whole person seems to fall backwards.
Red blood drips all the way, winding up, and blood flowers are eye-catching and heart shaking.
Ye Jian lowers her head slightly and quietly follows the white crane twisting the boy. Xia Jinyuan follows will. The white crane is in the middle. Ye Jian is disconnected.
After walking for at least half an hour, will stopped outside a house with mottled exterior walls. At first sight, he knew that it was outside the bungalow on the bottom floor of merraben. He didn't need a doorbell, nor did he have a doorbell to press. He raised his foot and pushed down the rust so deep that he could wipe out the rusty iron door.
The iron gate "creaks" and opens. Will walks in with Abbe, who is more and more stiff in his arms and legs. Xia Jinyuan looks back at his comrades behind him, and nods a little before he steps in.
Bungalow is a pattern of narrow and long houses. Standing in a straight line at the door, you can see the back door.
Someone in the room heard the sound and ran out of the dark room quickly. The light was too dark. It could be vaguely seen that this was a middle-aged woman who had gone out of shape.
"Mr. will, is that you?" The middle-aged woman who ran out saw will. Maybe it was because will was holding a man in her hand. She was a little unsure and shouted respectfully.
Will answered with a low voice and a choking voice, so that the middle-aged woman who was coming out of the fast step suddenly stopped her step. She should have sensed something and would not move any more standing in place.
In the dark room, the figure that hasn't moved for a long time, the atmosphere has solidified, and Ye Jian's chest is a little breathless.
This is a middle-aged woman of about more than 40 years old with two bristles and white hair. Her hands are rough and her joints are thick. At a glance, she can see how hard life is.
She watched will step by step come to her side, and her frozen eyes finally fell on the person will was holding. Her lips trembled lightly and asked in local language, "who are you holding?"
"Abbe, Abbe..." Will opened his mouth and filled the low disgusted bungalow with sadness like the tide. "Abby, he has..."
"He's dead, isn't he? He's dead, isn't he? " The middle-aged woman's voice is so light that it seems to be a bubble flying in the air, and it will disappear with a touch.
Will didn't answer. His silence was the best answer.
"How did you die? Can you tell me? What happened, Mr. will, can you tell me all about it? " The middle-aged woman with shaking hands reached out her hand. She wanted to hold her child. This is her child Her children.
She had no way to hold Abby, and will, whose voice was moaning and grieving, said that he took Abby to bed and lay down.
Just put Abby on the bed, who was pale and pale. There were voices of talking and laughing outside the low-level bungalow. Two men's voices, one of whom was shouting at the door before he came in, all the way in.
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Will's step forward is very heavy, and every step he takes feels that he's weighing a thousand pounds. His back is covered with sadness. Anyone who looks at him knows that he's a man in sorrow.
He was very familiar with it. He didn't walk through the streets where people came and went. He walked all the way up the lane with concave and convex ground.
It's a slope. Standing on the side of the street and looking up the alley, it's at least 40 degrees high. Will has to work hard every step. Ye Jian, who keeps up with him, even sees that he's not stable for several times. The whole person seems to fall backwards.
Red blood drips all the way, winding up, and blood flowers are eye-catching and heart shaking.
Ye Jian lowers her head slightly and quietly follows the white crane twisting the boy. Xia Jinyuan follows will. The white crane is in the middle. Ye Jian is disconnected.
After walking for at least half an hour, will stopped outside a house with mottled exterior walls. At first sight, he knew that it was outside the bungalow on the bottom floor of merraben. He didn't need a doorbell, nor did he have a doorbell to press. He raised his foot and pushed down the rust so deep that he could wipe out the rusty iron door.
The iron gate "creaks" and opens. Will walks in with Abbe, who is more and more stiff in his arms and legs. Xia Jinyuan looks back at his comrades behind him, and nods a little before he steps in.
Bungalow is a pattern of narrow and long houses. Standing in a straight line at the door, you can see the back door.
Someone in the room heard the sound and ran out of the dark room quickly. The light was too dark. It could be vaguely seen that this was a middle-aged woman who had gone out of shape.
"Mr. will, is that you?" The middle-aged woman who ran out saw will. Maybe it was because will was holding a man in her hand. She was a little unsure and shouted respectfully.
Will answered with a low voice and a choking voice, so that the middle-aged woman who was coming out of the fast step suddenly stopped her step. She should have sensed something and would not move any more standing in place.
In the dark room, the figure that hasn't moved for a long time, the atmosphere has solidified, and Ye Jian's chest is a little breathless.
This is a middle-aged woman of about more than 40 years old with two bristles and white hair. Her hands are rough and her joints are thick. At a glance, she can see how hard life is.
She watched will step by step come to her side, and her frozen eyes finally fell on the person will was holding. Her lips trembled lightly and asked in local language, "who are you holding?"
"Abbe, Abbe..." Will opened his mouth and filled the low disgusted bungalow with sadness like the tide. "Abby, he has..."
"He's dead, isn't he? He's dead, isn't he? " The middle-aged woman's voice is so light that it seems to be a bubble flying in the air, and it will disappear with a touch.
Will didn't answer. His silence was the best answer.
"How did you die? Can you tell me? What happened, Mr. will, can you tell me all about it? " The middle-aged woman with shaking hands reached out her hand. She wanted to hold her child. This is her child Her children.
She had no way to hold Abby, and will, whose voice was moaning and grieving, said that he took Abby to bed and lay down.
Just put Abby on the bed, who was pale and pale. There were voices of talking and laughing outside the low-level bungalow. Two men's voices, one of whom was shouting at the door before he came in, all the way in.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
Will's step forward is very heavy, and every step he takes feels that he's weighing a thousand pounds. His back is covered with sadness. Anyone who looks at him knows that he's a man in sorrow. He was very familiar with it. He didn't walk through the streets where people came and went. He walked all the way up the lane with concave and convex ground. It's a slope. Standing on the side of the street and looking up the alley, it's at least 40 degrees high. Will has to work hard every step. Ye Jian, who keeps up with him, even sees that he's not stable for several times. The whole person seems to fall backwards. Red blood drips all the way, winding up, and blood flowers are eye-catching and heart shaking. Ye Jian lowers her head slightly and quietly follows the white crane twisting the boy. Xia Jinyuan follows will. The white crane is in the middle. Ye Jian is disconnected. After walking for at least half an hour, will stopped outside a house with mottled exterior walls. At first sight, he knew that it was outside the bungalow on the bottom floor of merraben. He didn't need a doorbell, nor did he have a doorbell to press. He raised his foot and pushed down the rust so deep that he could wipe out the rusty iron door. The iron gate "creaks" and opens. Will walks in with Abbe, who is more and more stiff in his arms and legs. Xia Jinyuan looks back at his comrades behind him, and nods a little before he steps in. Bungalow is a pattern of narrow and long houses. Standing in a straight line at the door, you can see the back door. Someone in the room heard the sound and ran out of the dark room quickly. The light was too dark. It could be vaguely seen that this was a middle-aged woman who had gone out of shape. "Mr. will, is that you?" The middle-aged woman who ran out saw will. Maybe it was because will was holding a man in her hand. She was a little unsure and shouted respectfully. Will answered with a low voice and a choking voice, so that the middle-aged woman who was coming out of the fast step suddenly stopped her step. She should have sensed something and would not move any more standing in place. In the dark room, the figure that hasn't moved for a long time, the atmosphere has solidified, and Ye Jian's chest is a little breathless. This is a middle-aged woman of about more than 40 years old with two bristles and white hair. Her hands are rough and her joints are thick. At a glance, she can see how hard life is. She watched will step by step come to her side, and her frozen eyes finally fell on the person will was holding. Her lips trembled lightly and asked in local language, "who are you holding?" "Abbe, Abbe..." Will opened his mouth and filled the low disgusted bungalow with sadness like the tide. "Abby, he has..." "He's dead, isn't he? He's dead, isn't he? " The middle-aged woman's voice is so light that it seems to be a bubble flying in the air, and it will disappear with a touch. Will didn't answer. His silence was the best answer. "How did you die? Can you tell me? What happened, Mr. will, can you tell me all about it? " The middle-aged woman with shaking hands reached out her hand. She wanted to hold her child. This is her child Her children. She had no way to hold Abby, and will, whose voice was moaning and grieving, said that he took Abby to bed and lay down. Just put Abby on the bed, who was pale and pale. There were voices of talking and laughing outside the low-level bungalow. Two men's voices, one of whom was shouting at the door before he came in, all the way in. Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
