MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

Nian An didn't open the laptop, but squinted and looked at the scene.

A father raised a five-year-old child above his head.

In his ear, from time to time, there will be laughter and laughter, and such laughter and laughter, that makes people feel warm.

At a certain moment, Nian An thought that he was probably envious.

Envy people who can live here from childhood, envy children who grew up in ordinary families.

They seem to be protected in the ivory tower, do not need to pay attention to the disputes of the outside world, and do not need to make any effort.

They just need to laugh, they are innocent and romantic, and they smile without worry.

The eyes of the first thoughts were a little confused. He glanced at the clock hanging high in the distance, and suddenly felt that the time had passed so long.

Near noon.

Although his mother knows his abilities, he is the first to come to this world.

Anyway, he just came to the city.

Nianan thought so, took a look at the phone, only to know that it has been shut down.

I saw him slowly get up and walk in the direction of the exit.

That is, at the same time, Luo Dust went to this level.

Probably the telepathy between the mother and the child, Xiaohong and Lao Xu went to other floors to find the peace of mind, only Luo Dust came to this layer.

Although Nian is only five years old, but looking at it, his appearance should be the kind that can be seen at a glance in the crowd.

But the first thought went back and forth twice, but did not see the figure of Nian.

Just as she was about to leave, there was a sudden scream and her eardrum was introduced.

"what----"

A man in a windbreaker, holding a sharp knife in his hand, stepping on the ocean ball, looking at everyone who surrounded him with a pair of wolf-like eyes.

And his hand is a boy who seems to be only three or four years old.

Luo Dingchen recognized him. This man was the man who wanted to be kidnapped on the street that day and was saved by the girl.

But why is he here again?

"Let... let go of my son!"

"Don't come over--" The man screamed: "You dare to take a step, I will let your son die in front of you!"

"You calm down, you calm down." The tall father suddenly fell down and looked at his son's crying as miserable, but he had no way.

"Why, by what, by what?" The man cut the knife through the wrist of the little boy: "Why do you always have a lovely child who can bear the joy of your knees? I can't do it. What is wrong with my child? What kind of society should this be for me?"

The blood on the wrist of the little boy, one drop and one drop, stayed for a moment.

His crying is getting louder and louder, but he has little pity for the windbreaker man.

Luo dusted through the sunglasses, squatting and looking at the man in front of him.

His eyes were full of bright red blood, and the whole person looked very excited. His attention was not on the knife until the end.

Prove that he insisted that this little boy is not threatening anything, but...

Just intend to kill him.

Such a sharp knife, just scratch the artery on the neck, the boy's life is over.

He doesn't care, because the boy is born or dead, and has no relationship with him.

The surrounding commotion came up instantly, and Luo Ding frowned and frowned. Followed this way. Within a minute, the man will kill the little boy directly.