all is quiet at dead of night.
The window of the van was gently opened, and a pale little hand slowly extended in.
A handful of candy was quietly and carefully placed beside the girl sleeping.
Next to the window, a petite child laboriously lay on it, and his short legs laboriously fluttered in the air.
Suddenly, the child's foot accidentally kicked the door of the van. His body stiffened, and the sleeping girl lying in the back seat turned over. Seeing this, the child quickly released his hand holding the window and hid.
After a while, the child slowly climbed out from under the car. He grabbed the door and climbed up carefully bit by bit. Finally, he lay on the half pulled down window.
The moonlight was very bright and shone on the children.
It's a child. It looks like it's only four years old. The hair is silver, short, and the tip of the hair can just brush the child's flesh neck.
His little hand holding the window is also fleshy, and his little hand is very small. The skin is cold and white, and there is no trace of blood.
The child lay out of the window with his little head tilted and looked at the sleeping girl's face. His gray pupils blinked gently and his small mouth pursed gently.
Two short flesh legs hung in the air and fluttered happily. He looked at the girl quietly, and then suddenly grinned.
Fleshy cheeks with baby fat, when laughing, there are shallow pear vortices.
He blinked his eyes. His gray pupils clearly looked godless, but when he looked at the girl's cheek, it was as if you could detect that he was staring at each other.
The eyes are round, the eyelashes are thick and slender, the small meat nose is very high, and the facial features are very exquisite. It is not difficult to see how beautiful the little boy will look when he grows up.
"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho"
Suddenly, a faint low roar came from a distance. The little boy turned his head and frowned unhappily.
He released his little hand holding the window and jumped out of the car.
The little boy was staggering, his legs fluttering.
Looking at the groups of zombies not far ahead, the little boy's gray pupils were full of cold. He looked at them with a cold face.
The group of zombies seemed to tremble, and even the voice of 'ho ho' disappeared.
"Get out!"
The child's voice is very milk, but the tone is as cold as ice. The fat little face of meat babies was full of the murderous spirit of frost, and their beautiful round eyes looked at them coldly.
The next second, groups of zombies all trembled and silently turned and left.
Looking at the zombies leaving, the little boy turned around with his lips closed.
When he came back, the little boy looked uneasy. The movement of those fools just now was so loud. Would it wake her up?
He hid under the car for a while, listened carefully for a while, and found that there was no movement, only shallow breathing.
The little boy pursed his lips and climbed out slowly with his little hands. He lay down by the window again, his small head tilted, his long eyelashes blinked gently, on his eyelids, reflecting the gray pupils.
When he saw the girl's sleeping face, the child's expression immediately became gentle. He pursed his small mouth shyly and quietly watched the girl sleep.
When the sun rose, the children took back their eyes.
Chubby little hands rubbed his sour eyes. The child slowly jumped down from the car and left slowly.