Chapter 11: Human Traffickers: Help! Someone kidnapped me!

"Whew!"

"Click-"

The sound of shattering was drowned out in a new wave of wails from the traffickers, and the fierce elbow ...... I have already reached the soles of some cute little girl's feet.

The little boy heard the movement, raised his head, and saw the delicate little girl in front of him, a pair of crystal bright glass eyes on the fleshy and pink little face, flickering, elf childish, very pink and cute.

The little boy looked at the little sister in front of him stupidly, and before he could react, the little sister in front of him suddenly jumped up and down on this bad uncle.

"Ugh!"

"Uh-uh!"

"Whew!"

……

The little boy watched his little sister's movements curiously, his little mouth opened and opened, and finally stumbled in a whispered voice that was almost inaudible, "You...... What is this doing, what is it doing? Aren't we going to run? ā€

However, it was not Cha Young who responded to the little boy first, but a staccato and weak voice from below them:

"Yes, yes, uh! Fast... Uh, run... Uh, let's go! Father... Belch! Let... Uh, you guys... Uh, that's it! ā€

The traffickers didn't even know where the stumbling little milk sound came from, so they quickly agreed anyway.

The current trafficker feels like he has hit a ghost, and the pressure on his body is obviously just a small milk ball, but as soon as she appears, he is instantly pressed by a transparent stone slab, and he can't move!

He could only let the little bunny jump around on him.

But where does the baby have the patience to listen to his intermittent weak voice? Both little babies ignored it.

Xiaocha's young milk was sunk in a pair of small dimples at the corners of her mouth, she fluttered, and looked at the little brother next to her with dripping eyes, and said in a milky voice, "Youyou is stepping on the belly of the big villain!" ā€

The little milk beast was right, and she tilted her little head and asked, "Brother, when you meet a big villain, don't you step on his belly?" ā€

This soft and glutinous rhetorical tone is as sure as if you want to open an umbrella when it rains.

Immediately, the little boy who was about to continue to doubt himself began to doubt himself, he opened his mouth stupidly, looked down at the trafficker uncle who had become less fierce at all, and suddenly realized.

"Oh, I, I'm stepping on! The next time I touch and bump into the big bad guy, I'll also step on his belly! Let him not, not fiercely! The little boy pouted his little bun face seriously, nodded obediently, and looked like a baby who had really learned.

"Is my brother coming?" Cha You looked at the little brother who didn't seem to be very smart, and didn't dislike him at all, but generously invited this newly-met little brother to share the belly of the big villain.

Although the belly of the big bad guy is not as elastic as the main silver's jump, and the claws feel good, but this kind of soft and soft she jumped for the first time, and it feels good!

The little milk group with glutinous little milk is a little tiger tooth, and the sweet smile of inviting new friends is soft and glutinous, so innocent.

The little boy also smiled stupidly, and agreed in a milky voice, "Good! ā€

Thereupon......

"Ugh! Uh-uh! Dead boy, you're too fat! ā€

"Uh...... No, you can't jump there! ā€

"Ugh! That and that can't! I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong! You, you go down, I'm going to die! Uh-uh......"

This trafficker never dreamed that he would be trampled to death in the end, or trampled to death by two little cubs!

In this way, the traffickers shed tears of remorse (pouring) hatred (mold).

At this moment, he suddenly saw a rider coming not far away.

In an instant, hope rekindled in the eyes of the traffickers.

"Help, help! Strong man help! I—I've been kidnapped and kidnapped by these two little bunnies! Come and save me! "Or take these two little ancestors away!

The sound was dry like that of a dying fish, and then the traffickers saw that the horse had really stopped, and the man on the horse dismounted and strode towards them, as if at his request.

The trafficker was so excited that he burst into tears, and he immediately raised his arm with all his might, and stretched out his trembling palm towards the strong man, ready to meet new hope-

In his expectant gaze, the "strong man" approached, bent down and picked up the two little babies bouncing on his belly, and then raised his leg to his stomach and kicked it.

"Damn, you kidnapped my son and shouted for help from me? Why don't you turn over and shout at the land? ā€