Chapter 7 Counterfeit

He bit the word 'care' very hard.

Queena Young panicked in her heart.

"It's getting late, grandma, please rest. Let's go first."

As he spoke, Steven Hawk had already embraced Queena Young's shoulders, and led her out, feeling the little woman's stiff body under his hands, Steven Hawk held her thin shoulder bones tightly with his big hands, and looked down at her: "Afraid of me? "

Who wouldn't be afraid of a pervert who kills without blinking an eye?

Queena Young performed the weak posture of the little white rabbit, her face was full of fear, and she was afraid of making him unhappy, so she shook her head cautiously.

I hope to arouse a little bit of Steven Hawk's pity, at least for the sake of saving the old lady, let her go.

Steven Hawk seemed to read her mind.

"Escaped from Ruste alive, you were the first..."