Chapter 18 (1/2)

”No - no -” exclaimed uncle Mason in horror.

Then, I watched rigidly as the little girl, who was only five or six years old, dragged an adult uncle one meter eight from my side, licking a lollipop as big as her face, walking forward, just like dragging a doll.

Uncle Mason's fingers in the steel corridor to grasp the ”squeak” sound, looks incomparably tragic!

”Wife, what a misunderstanding - we really don't want to hide - you can't take the girl away any more --” Uncle Mason was dragged away by great efforts, and when he was dragged down the steps, he heard the sound of his head hitting the steps, ”Dong Dong Dong Dong”, as if a child was patting a ball.

I was nervous, but I was frozen in the corridor because of the scene in front of me. It was clear that I had taken the hostage just now, and I was the son of the drillmaster sissy. I should have taken the initiative. But suddenly, the hostage was taken away. The father of the hostage was dragged away by a five or six-year-old girl. What's the use of the knife in my hand?!

”It's OK.” Ceci came closer to me and said gently, I found I didn't know what to do next! It's like an actor who suddenly gets stuck and forgets his lines and stands on the stage. Now I'm full of the weird child who is only five or six years old but can drag the adult tree. The two girls who follow the sissy female instructor must be more than ordinary people! Because the bodyguard with you must be the master in the master!

”Let Mingyou cure you.” Cecie gently reached out to me, I reflexively picked up the knife, her red eyes showed a trace of sympathy, ”if you are afraid, you can keep this knife.” Her gentle face had no way to reprimand uncle Mason and Harry with severity. Instead, a mother looked painfully at her homeless, scarred daughter.

She looked at me anxiously for a moment and continued to say gently, ”you can stand here, too.” She did not take my knife, nor let me go to other places, she looked to one side, ”small naked oats, look at her injury.” Sergeant cecey looked at my bloody pant legs, where the blood had dried up and turned dark brown on my red school pants.

”Yes.” Mingyou, who looks clear and beautiful, came to me and squatted down. I looked at her all the time. She gently pulled up my trouser legs and saw the wound on my knee. She raised her face to look at me and gently smile: ”don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt.” With that, she raised her hand. It seemed that green elves began to gather in the palm. Her hands were placed on the front and back sides of my knee. The green fluorescence just like a thin green tentacle entered my wound. I felt a little warm and a little itchy, really No pain.

The warmth makes my tight string relax slowly. She must be the healer they say. I dropped the knife in my hand. I have nothing left now. What else can I do? Any little girl can knock me down.

If they want to catch me, they will not give me the greatest respect and let me not be afraid.

When I looked down, I saw a group of soldiers running from the end of the dungeon road. They were strong and orderly. I was nervous again. Where would I be caught? However, they just ran to my downstairs. Then they set up Harry and uncle Mason and ran to the east of the square. All the onlookers followed them.

It turns out that They didn't come for me. They took Harry and uncle Mason.

”I apologize for my son's rude behavior.” I looked at her. She was calm, with a trace of anger in her red eyes. ”I didn't expect Harry would do this to you!”

I want to explain, but when it comes to my mouth, I can't say it. I lost my ability to speak because I have been too tense.