Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 616

Chapter 616 The biggest regret is not not finding it, but passing by

The infatuated ghost smiled bitterly: “Because Lynn has no milk and my son is hungry, he is only a two-month-old child, and he doesn’t know anything.”

He didn’t get any milk, and cried even harder. When he cried, everyone would be exposed.

Lynn hugged the child tightly like this, covering him to prevent him from crying, and forcibly smothering the child to death.

“I didn’t have time to grieve, so I carried my old mother on my back and dragged Lynn, and continued to flee.”

I can’t count how many times I was hunted down by invaders on the road. and I can’t count how many nights I didn’t sleep well.

Both his father and Lynn’s parents were killed in the village, as was his elderly mother while fleeing.

Lynn was shot in the leg, and he ran for hundreds of kilometers with her on his back.

“There’s nothing to eat, and I’m dizzy from hunger.” The infatuated ghost said: “Lynn hit me and told me to leave her, I won’t do it.”

The infatuated ghost didn’t go into too many details, but just a short sentence, but it expressed the helpless and dazed hardships at that time.

Finally, when the invaders retreated, they returned to the village one after another.

“No matter how hard it is, we have to live on. We buried our loved ones, planted crops in the devastated fields, and gnawed on the roots of the trees. After another two or three years, our second child was born.”

This time it was better, the child didn’t eat much, and Lynn gradually recovered from the pain of bereavement.

But unexpectedly, the second wave of invaders came again, and this time the invaders were even more brutal.

“You can’t imagine how many cruel things can’t be recorded in textbooks.”

His second child died again, boiled by the invaders.

Lynn couldn’t stand the blow, and wanted to fight the invaders, but was pushed to the ground…

“She was dying, and my hands and feet were picked off. But how can my mother-in-law let go.”

mind were the days when he went up the mountain with her

heavy rain, she cried all the way back, and he carried her all the way back, how could

aggressor’s sleep and carried

your hands and feet cut off, how could you carry her

wryly: “Climb if you can’t walk, even

only watch her being defiled, watching her heartbreak, he can no longer let her

hiding, Lynn cried and begged him to leave her

The infatuated ghost still only said three short words, summarizing their struggle

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the end, of course, he couldn’t escape, he passed out, and since

woke up again, there was

the era of war, no one can guarantee that they can survive, let alone drag their families with them. I don’t know how many

a family is broken, it is broken, and when a person dies, he dies. The vast majority

the survivors and they

out, crawling all the way, eating

that Lynn was also rescued, but he was taken to other places with the large

I was able to walk on my feet. I

it? At that time, no matter where you look for it, you will not

of the rain. Even if she is rescued by others, she has nothing to rely

you encounter invaders again in the

if you can’t find food when

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heard that the large army had come here. I found out that the large army did

through one city after another, asking for bits and pieces of news about her, and in the end, there was no news of

village. I was afraid that she would not find me when she came back, so

village and merged to get a little more people. The village was

continued to set off again, traveling through one city after another

there were too many such women in that era, and he couldn’t be

and survived from thirst and starvation again and again, and finally waited

country.

cheered, and he returned to the village again. He couldn’t wait for anyone and couldn’t find anyone. I heard that being a teacher can give lectures to students from all over the

became a university

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