Chapter 3371

"Spare you? Good! I'll spare you! "

The bearded man holds a stick with a child's arm in his hand. Every word he utters, he will draw the stick hard on the child who has already curled up on the ground and hugged his calf desperately.

The child was skinny and ragged, bruised and bleeding all over his body.

Next to him, there were three boys and two girls who were curled up like quails, watching the scene with fear.

"Father, father I'm sorry, I'm going to kill my father... "

Gradually, the boy's breathing began to be weak, his small face was swollen and he could not see clearly, his right leg was strangely drooping, obviously interrupted.

The man suddenly pours a mouthful of wine into his mouth, sneers and hits another stick, which makes him hate to lose the stick.

"This is a lesson for you! Don't expect me to treat you! Get up early tomorrow and beg for me. If you don't earn enough gold coins tomorrow, I will kill you! "

"Yes, yes father..."

"And you!" The man suddenly turned his head and kicked a boy in. "Don't think it's safe to escape this time! You are the same as him. Tomorrow night, I will see each of you bring back a gold coin! "

A group of children shivered and tears fell down, but they covered their mouths and didn't dare to make a sound.

Little Dyson squatted on the roof, tears streaming from his eyes. His small hand tightly clenched the witch's hand, silently looking at the scene below.

"Help, help them..."

It took a long time for the little boy to find his voice.

The witch frowned wearily and sneered incredulously, "huh? What do you say, you want me to save them? Now you see, human beings, born cruel and cold-blooded, selfish! "

"Help them, they will be killed tomorrow!"

Dyson has seen beggars on the side of the road. People hate these little beggars. Seeing them will drive them away. Only a few people will give them some copper coins.

A silver coin can be exchanged for 10 copper coins. That is to say, before the sun goes down tomorrow, each of them should earn 100 copper coins.

It's impossible!

The witch stood up and patted her skirt to make her look more beautiful and delicate.

Then he reached out to little Dyson and said, "let's go. It's time for us to go back."

"No!"

Don't look down on Daisy's face, holding his knee angrily.

The little group of villains began to lose their temper again.

"Do you really want to go?" said the witch's headache

"They're really going to die!" Little Dyson looked at them pitifully. Even the boy who was beaten by the stick was still lying on the floor, dying, "maybe Maybe he can't make it through tonight! "

He would die in the cold night, in the hands of the man he called his father.

"Well, I'll go. You say, when tomorrow, that man finds you, what will your end be like? Will he be adopted by him as his adopted son to beg in the street? "

The witch's tone is bewitching, with a horrifying gloom.

Little Dyson was shaking. He clung tightly to the hem of his clothes, but he insisted on his own ideas.

"No, you will save them!"

The little boy shook his head. He didn't know why. He had this feeling in his heart.

"Little cute, I like your innocence." the witch covered her mouth and bent her eyes. She was innocent and innocent.