Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 311

Chapter 311

The dolls on the display cabinet outside the store are still normal, but inside, it’s even more chilling.

Especially those divas with pale faces and two circles of round blush, samurai who shaved half their hair from the bangs up and tied a bun on top of their heads…

One by one, the style is very next to hell.

Pushing open the glass door of the workshop at the back, a dull smell came, and a police officer stopped in front of a pool of ‘mud’.

Years of experience made him smell something different.

“Check the mud,” he whispered.

What they couldn’t see at this moment was that a man in white robe was floating in the air, his face was pale, his lips were vermilion, and there was a hint of coquettishness in his long and narrow eyes.

It was Mitch.

He looked around, then came to the display cabinets again, frowning at the things that were neither human nor ghost.

“It’s true that all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out.

He flicked his robe, and saw that the dolls seemed to have distorted expressions, and soon there was a light snap, and he didn’t know what was destroyed.

Mitch then drifted away and went to find Susie.

After Hamza took Wade and Susie away, Susie said she was thirsty and wanted to eat.

Hamza was thinking about reporting a false police report, and was about to find a place to sit down before calling back.

Hamza was anxious to find a place to sit down, and Wade was

someone to fetch water for Susie, and Hamza took out his

about to dial, the

answering the phone and saying a few words, Hamza’s face became more

don’t know,

company address,

Wade asked, “What’s wrong?”

stared at Susie and whispered, “Those things are probably

scary to think about it, but luckily he

going on?” Hamza looked at Susie with a serious

and gurgled with the water glass in her arms. She drank a

only person in the audience who was carefree after

“I don’t remember. I have to ask

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Wade: “Where’s your master?”

my mother to be reborn to deal with the

say that your master

low voice, as if he was afraid that Mitch would

eyes are still

next moment, a faint

and remembered the camera he

he thought of the white-faced diva doll he had

out on Hamza’s back. Didn’t someone manipulate the doll

smile on the baby’s face… Could it be that

This is the hell?

froze for a moment, and his finger that was about to call Martin froze, but he couldn’t press it for a long

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