Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 333 Mr Morton, are you childish?

Kellen woke up after a short sleep and checked the time at five o’clock.

He usually wakes up at this time, then goes out for a run, and returns to the team around seven or eight o’clock for breakfast.

Susie sometimes didn’t wake up until after eight o’clock, and most of the time he couldn’t be with her.

But this was the most companionship he could get.

Sometimes Kellen wanted to wake up Susie too, but on second thought…

Forget it, girls, it’s okay to be coquettish.

What the old lady said made sense. You can only grow well if you get enough sleep.

Kellen kissed Susie’s forehead. She fell into a deep sleep, and when he kissed her, she subconsciously twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a sweet smile.

Kellen’s eyes are full of doting, and his heart has never been so soft as it is

now.

He went back to his room, changed his clothes and went out.

I didn’t notice at all, there was a pair of footprints behind me…

It was not yet full light, and Kellen was running on the plastic sidewalk around the peninsula.

The wind blowing from the river was very cool, and Kellen was still running fast, but at this moment he felt as if someone was following him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and didn’t look back.

Kellen speeded up, and the sound of footsteps behind him seemed to disappear, but he always kept a very regular rhythm and followed closely

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behind him.

Soon, a figure flew across the runway around the peninsula. His speed was extremely fast, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

An old man woke up early in the morning with a small speaker in his hand.

In the next second, an afterimage flew past.

It disappeared with a whoosh.

The wind blew the few white hairs on his bald head.

the footsteps behind him were still

impossible for ordinary people to

the weirdness of last

hit by a car, why don’t you go

walking at night and find something

as he doesn’t look back and just turns

into the air, turned around with the help of

felt that he hadn’t kicked anything, and

that there was a pair of footprints behind

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ghost, a pair of footprints out of

up, he ran back without

the music. As a result, the afterimage that had just passed by swished past him again, and the few white hairs he had just

Uncle was speechless.

man, this morning’s training program is

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woke up, she found that she was the only one in the room. It

the bed cutely,

dreamed that my father was being chased by

can climb over a wall with one hand. If he really saw a ghost, he would definitely not be afraid, and he would just punch the

put on her shoes, and went to brush her teeth

in from the outside with his hands behind his back, sat cross-legged in

“Where have you

her teeth, she

her face, leaned closer to Mitch,

this?”

anyway, I’ll teach you when you grow

teach you a new skill?”

immediately: “No, no! Master, when

with a bang, and her heroic father appeared

soaked with sweat, sticking to his body, outlining his slender lines

running? Are you

a few steps before turning his head to look outside the

what ghosts and ghosts is he afraid of? She turned her head and looked at it with great

really no ghost behind

to speak, but in the next second, a pair of

running fast, and when they reached the door, they slammed

those feet and

snorted:

but a pair of footprints? it’s

for their feet, footprints and so on along the road. In front of them is

the footprints still walk