Chapter 993
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Late at night.
The window of the van was gently opened, and a pale little hand slowly reached in.
A handful of candy was quietly and carefully placed next to the girl who was sleeping soundly.
Next to the window, a petite child was struggling to lie on the window, his short legs struggling in the air.
Suddenly, the child's foot accidentally kicked the door of the van. His body stiffened, and the girl who was sleeping soundly in the back seat immediately turned over. Seeing this, the child quickly let go of his hand that was grabbing the window and hid.
After a while, the child slowly climbed out from under the van. He grabbed the door and carefully climbed up little by little, and finally his whole body was lying on the half-closed window.
The moonlight was very bright, shining down on the child's body.
It was a child, who looked no more than four years old. His hair was silver, short, and just enough to brush the child's fleshy neck.
His little hand that was grabbing the window was also chubby, and his little hand was very small. His skin was cold white, without any trace of blood.
The child was lying on the window, tilting his head to look at the sleeping girl's face, his gray pupils gently blinking, and his little mouth gently pursed.
Two short fleshy legs were hanging in the air, happily flapping. He quietly looked at the girl, and then suddenly grinned.
His chubby cheeks had baby fat, and when he smiled, there were shallow dimples.
He blinked his eyes lightly. His grayish-white pupils clearly looked lifeless, but when he looked at the girl's face, it was as if he could sense that he was looking at her.
His eyes were round, his eyelashes were thick and long, his small and fleshy nose was very tall, and his facial features were very delicate. It was not difficult to see how good the little boy's appearance would be when he grew up.
"Ho ho — — Ho ho — —"
Suddenly, a weak low roar came from the distance. The little boy turned his head, and his small eyebrows unhappily wrinkled.
He let go of his little hand that was grabbing the window, and jumped down from the van.
The little boy's body was shaking, and his little legs were flapping as he ran.
Looking at the group of zombies not far in front of him, the little boy's gray pupils were full of coldness, and he looked at them with a cold face.
The group of zombies that came over seemed to tremble, and even the 'ho ho' sound disappeared.
"Get lost!"
The child's voice was very childish, but his tone was as cold as ice. His chubby little face was filled with a frosty murderous aura. His beautiful round eyes stared coldly at them.
In the next second, the group of zombies all turned around and left while trembling.
Looking at the zombies leaving, the little boy pursed his lips and turned around.
When he returned, the little boy's face was filled with apprehension. Those idiots had made such a big commotion just now. Did they wake her up?
He hid under the car for a while and listened carefully. He found that there was no movement, only the sound of shallow breathing.
The little boy pursed his lips and slowly crawled out with his little hands. He leaned against the window again and tilted his head. His long eyelashes fluttered and rested on his eyelids, reflecting his grayish-white pupils.
When he saw the girl's sleeping face, the child's expression immediately became gentle. He shyly pursed his lips and quietly watched the girl sleep.
When the sun rose, the child reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
Rubbing his sore eyes with his chubby little hands, the child slowly jumped out of the car and left.
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