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.

behind him were still clinging to

to keep up with

the weirdness of last

why don’t you go

night and find something

look back and

with the

nothing behind him, and Kellen felt that he hadn’t kicked

finally saw clearly that there was a

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ghost, a pair of footprints

he ran

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

Uncle was speechless.

this morning’s

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the room. It

the bed cutely, completely

dream last night? I dreamed that my father was being chased by a ghost,

can climb over a wall with one hand. If he really

yawned, and after recovering, she got out of bed, put on her shoes, and went to brush her teeth and

his hands behind his back, sat cross-legged in

asked, “Where

her teeth, she spoke

closer to Mitch, and tilted her head to look at the booklet

this?”

said perfunctorily, “You don’t understand anyway, I’ll teach you when you grow

teach you a new skill?” Mitch closed the booklet with a

immediately: “No, no! Master, when

run downstairs when the door was opened with a

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

back from running? Are you running fast? Why are you so

walked up to Susie a few steps before turning his

ghosts is he afraid of? She turned her head

no ghost behind Dad?”

speak, but in the next second, a pair of

fast, and when they reached the door, they slammed on the brakes and

at those feet and whispered,

snorted: “What

hell, but a pair of

speaking, they go directly to rebirth. However, some people who die unexpectedly or die unsoundly will look for their feet, footprints and so on along the road. In front of them is a footprint of someone who doesn’t know

very surprised: “Can the footprints