Chapitre 850: The Little Girl's Story

"Sister flirtatious ghost, this is your eyebrow."

"Ah, my face, my face is finally back!"

"Whose eyeball is this? It's on my head!"

There was a flurry.

Amelia simply lay down on the grass and said in satisfaction, "How fun!" But she seemed to have forgotten something? Amelia exclaimed and suddenly asked, "Where's my father?"

Elmer: "…" Okay, you can still think of your father.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the distance. Under the street lamp, his shadow was long. He was hunched over, the heaving of his chest visible to the naked eye. He was panting heavily.

Alex held the street lamp with one hand and held a rag doll in the other. The King of Hell's Palace was placed on his head like a hard hat. The open door revealed his face.