"Major General, do you want to chase?"

"No, they can't live."

He had planned everything, and those weapons should have been ready.

Hawthorne broke the metal thread that was wrapped around Muchu flute. His palms were full of blood.

He held her tightly in his arms and kissed her on her forehead.

"Lao Huo".

The teeth held by the soldiers immediately jumped down, with short fat legs, and quickly approached Muchudi.

Lao Huo kissed Mommy on the forehead, and his teeth went to kiss her in a decent way.

The tiny pink lips are about to touch Mommy's forehead.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed his little head and pulled away.

Tooth-toothed...