Otherwise, Hong Yuye would be dissatisfied with the opponent's stubbornness, which would be a life and death crisis.

East of the village.

After Jiang Hao learned the news, he walked over there.

Without any accident, he saw a little boy in a simple yard.

He looks eight or nine years old, much younger than Xiaoli.

He struggled to put on the firewood and muttered something.

"It's the third day."

On the third day? Jiang Hao was confused.

But he still said hello: "Little guy, where are your parents?"

At this time, the little boy turned to look at Jiang Hao, a little scared.

He immediately put down the hatchet in his hand and ran back to the room.

Close the door with a bang.

"My dad will be back soon."

"When is it soon?" Jiang Hao asked as he appeared in front of the door.

"It's the third day. My father will come back on the seventh day." A voice came from the room.

Jiang Hao frowned and asked curiously: "Did your father leave three days ago?"

"I won't talk to you. My dad says most strangers are bad people." A child's stubborn voice came from the room.

"I'll help you chop wood. If you're scared, just hide in the room.

But we don’t have anywhere to live, can we stay in your yard first?” Jiang Hao thought for a moment and then said:

"We can still cook, do you want to eat?"

"If you don't eat, you can't live here." The little boy shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!