Chapter 175: To Fight or Not to Fight 8

He had to lean against the tree so that he wouldn't fall, and the wound in his chest kept aching.

It was quiet, and the lights of one house suddenly turned on, and I don't know if the night walkers were going to the bathroom or what. He wished that the lights in the room would come on, and that the little man would be able to walk to the window...... But, no!

He waited for a long, long time, and no miracles appeared.

The people in the house have been asleep for a long time, right??

Suddenly there was a strong impulse: I want to go up and have a look, I want to go into that mysterious world to have a look--wheat, Xiaobai, I'll just take a look--I must take a look at the legendary Xiaobai--

But he didn't dare. His legs were weak and weak, and he could only hide under a big tree, like a cockroach in the gutter.

It was a long time before he dragged his tired steps and quietly walked to the door, but the door of the unit in the corridor was tightly locked, and he did not have the slightest chance to get closer.

He was pressed against the door of the unit, and inside, it was pitch black.

The dew of dawn was sprinkled on him, and at that time, the dawn was about to break. □□, the sky was getting early and the windows of many people's homes were already lit up one after another. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and hesitated to leave.

At that time, Qiao Wheat had just gotten up, sleepy-eyed.

The genius was bright, and the broad branches of the fig almost stretched out of the window, and the shadows were vague and vague. She should have gone to make breakfast immediately, but after walking a few steps in a daze, she remembered that today was Saturday, and Xiaobai didn't have to get up early to eat and go to school.

She sat down on the couch and fell asleep again.

"Slut...... Qiao Dalin's bastard...... Every time you send flowers to Bingbing, I will insult you once...... Hahaha, how can you get enough of the things you bought with money if you don't play enough?"

"The Jiang family doesn't want you, and I won't want you, you're finished, you're crippled......"

"Slut, who called you a slut born to Old Thief Qiao? Old thief Qiao deserves to die, you deserve to die too...... All of you Qiao family deserve to die...... How dare you kill me? I'm going to kill you...... I'm going to kill everyone in your Qiao family...... None of you are my opponents...... Hahaha, who's this little scumbag? I'm going to kill this little scumbag......"

There was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, gunfire in the night, and two carts of people and horses strafing in the air...... Tututu, protruding...... She saw the old father lying in a pool of blood, and Xiaobai lying in a pool of blood......

"Sister Mai, save me, Sister Mai, save me......"

A pair of clutches stretched out and grabbed her neck, and Jowry jumped up screaming, and fell heavily to the ground...... The pain woke her up suddenly, and the chill from the cold tiles made her shiver.

At that time, the wrist was pressed against the floor tiles, ugly scars, earthworm-like wounds, pain, coldness...... She curled up like a hedgehog under attack.

Yi Xiangxi, he had already scared her guts.

Xiaobai was frightened last night and has been sleeping lazily. Joe Wheat kept calling.

"Mr. Wang, is there still a place for your U.S. summer exchange students?"

"There are three more places. Isn't Xiaobai not going? I'm going to leave next Monday, and now there are no 30,000 economic places, only 60,000 luxury groups. The private group has a life teacher, a chef, and a security guard...... Of course, the treatment is much better than the economic quota...... The child lives in an ordinary American family, which is very conducive to improving spoken English, Xiaobai's sister, you should consider it......"