Chapter 312
Susie still doesn’t know what stealing national luck is. Wade was surprised when he heard that national luck can be stolen for the first time.
“Who are they?” Wade asked.
Mitch glanced at him and said, “You guys are still young, there are some things you don’t need to know, it’s not good for you.”
Susie pouted: “Here it is again, children can’t know everything, if adults don’t tell, how can children know?”
She took a sip of water as she spoke, feeling angry.
Mitch couldn’t help laughing, and poked her cheek with his hand, and Susie spit out a mouthful of water.
She quickly covered her mouth and glared at Mitch.
Mitch laughed: I’m doing it for your own good.
”
Some people are too evil and small-minded. No matter what he says now, he is a person from hell, and sometimes he can’t protect her.
Mitch was afraid that if he talked too much, Susie would keep it in mind, and he would bump into them intentionally or unintentionally.
Wade put it another way: “Are they good?”
Mitch sneered: “It’s very powerful on some levels. They are afraid of their own people, and even some of their local dark group people are taboo against them.”
“But when it comes to ancestors, we are their ancestors.”
A person who has no good or evil, no distinction between black and white, and only uses everything for himself is terrible.
So they would say that they borrowed the luck of the country, rather than
stealing the luck of the country.
Watching Wade and Susie’s eyes wide open, innocent.
Mitch stopped the topic and said, “Anyway, if you meet them, be careful, you know?”
Susie puffed her cheeks and nodded.
Wade, who had a lot of questions, broke the casserole and asked the bottom line: “Will we still meet them? If they are so evil and terrifying, then should we continue to track down the doll? If we don’t track down, will they continue? People? Will people die? Will…”
The corner of Mitch’s mouth twitched, and he raised two fingers, sealing Wade’s mouth.
Why can’t I speak when I want to speak?
Hamza pursed his lips: “Eat first.”
He brought over the menu and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
Susie immediately raised her hand: “I want to eat ice cream, small cakes, pumpkin pie…”
Hamza refused without thinking: “No.”
Wade looked at the menu: “It’s all spicy.”
Susie put her head together, are they all spicy?
Mom’s favorite food.
She stretched out her little hand and looked at the recipe pictures in a mess. Hamza was speechless.
Wade said, “Are you sure? These are very spicy.”
Susie remembered the spicy food she ate last time, and subconsciously covered her little butt.
She still refused to give up.
Hamza flipped through the menu and said coldly, “If you can’t eat spicy food, don’t eat it.”
Susie pursed her lips and said in a low voice, “But mom likes to eat, so Susie helps mom eat.”
Hamza paused with his fingertips.
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