Chapter 1010: I HATE THE DEVIL MORE THAN HER

The siblings appeared beside the frozen river, with the battered and bloody little girl in Leon's arms.

Once their feet touched the ground and their figures were solidified, Leon put down Bree on the velvety grass and crouched down beside her. Abby did the same.

She nudged Bree's soft cheeks with her finger and put her forefinger under her small nose, to feel her warm breath.

"She is still alive," Abby announced.

"Thank you, but even I can see that," Leon sneered, but coupled with a soft smile on his lips, it was not sure whether that was a taunting or just a statement.

"You made quite a scene out there…"

Someone talked to them, as her figure appeared from thin air, walking slowly toward them with her white hair fluttering in the wind. She was an old woman, with wrinkles on her face and neck. Her hazy eyes were akin to a pair of foggy mirrors which minimized her vision when she looked at the siblings.