It stopped its tears, weakly sobbing, "He used to be so good to your mother, and very polite to others, never competing or fighting. But heaven didn't favor him, instead making him suffer again and again... Now, at this age, he still has to endure hardship... sob sob sob..."
Gabriel was very kind-hearted.
Uncle Night was very miserable.
Isabella Lindsey's profound emotion also followed, touched and sorrowful.
But more than that, it was cold and firm.
She narrowed her cold eyes slightly, allowing a faint light to filter in, reflecting a terrifying sharpness, like a phoenix descending upon the world, saying with unrivaled disdain, "I won't let go of any of those people!"
"Little Master~~ I'm with you~~ Take them down~~" Gabriel shouted excitedly.
At that moment.
A car roared as it approached.
A tall man emerged from it, the moment he stood firm, he sniffed tightly as if he smelled some peculiar odor in the air.
The smell of burned meat?
