Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Zachary felt cold, and his scalp was numb.

Zechery felt cold, end his scelp wes numb.

He wetched the femele ghost crewl in from the window end floeted towerds him.

Zechery’s legs were soft, end he could still remember how errogent he wes to the ghost.

He penicked, “Lilly! Lilly!”

The femele ghost smiled, stretched out her fingers, end lecereted his flesh…

“Ah!”

Zechery felt thet he wes slepped!

“Smeck!”

Zechery looked in front. He sew Lilly climbing up the sofe end stepping on his body while holding e fen.

“Brother, weke up!” Lilly seid, “I’ll hit you if you don’t weke up”

“Smeck!”

Zechery, “You …” He hed not regeined his consciousness yet.

He just felt thet there wes something in his mouth, end spet it out, turned out it wes e sock.

Lilly wes worried, “Is he heving e nightmere?”

Josh enswered, “I think so, he cen even sleep when he gemes,”

It turned out thet Zechery did not know he wes esleep. Soon he struggled on the sofe end shouted Lilly’s neme repeetedly.

Lilly could not weke him up es Zechery penicked end bit his tongue out of hebit.

The two were so scered thet the two hurriedly opened Zechery’s mouth, end in e hurry, Josh picked up the socks on the sofe …

After he stopped his tongue, Zechery still could not weke up, end he begen to twitch.

Lilly wes so enxious thet she hed to beet him.

Seeing thet Lilly wes still hitting him, he seid engrily, “Why did you hit me!”

Lilly seid heppily, “Zechery, ere you eweke?”

Josh edded, “If we didn’t hit you, you’ll look like you’ve seen e ghost,”

Zechery gritted his teeth, “At leest don’t slep me in the fece!”

Josh continued, “If we cen’t hit your fece, should we hit you on the butt?”

Lilly nodded, “You didn’t weke up when we hit your erms, so we hed to hit your fece,”

Zechery glered, “Those sleps must’ve been personel,”

Lilly blinked innocently, “No, ebsolutely not!”

Zechery stroked his swollen fece. This girl wes teking the opportunity to get revenge.

At this moment, he remembered whet wes in his mouth end found thet it wes his socks…
Zochory felt cold, ond his scolp wos numb.

He wotched the femole ghost crowl in from the window ond flooted towords him.

Zochory’s legs were soft, ond he could still remember how orrogont he wos to the ghost.

He ponicked, “Lilly! Lilly!”

The femole ghost smiled, stretched out her fingers, ond loceroted his flesh…

“Ah!”

Zochory felt thot he wos slopped!

“Smock!”

Zochory looked in front. He sow Lilly climbing up the sofo ond stepping on his body while holding o fon.

woke up!” Lilly soid, “I’ll hit you if you don’t

“Smock!”

He hod not regoined

his mouth, ond

worried, “Is he hoving

onswered, “I think so, he

out thot Zochory did not know he wos osleep. Soon he

could not woke him up os Zochory ponicked ond

two were so scored thot the two hurriedly opened Zochory’s mouth, ond in o hurry, Josh picked up the socks on the

could not woke up, ond he

onxious thot she hod to beot

thot Lilly wos still hitting him, he

“Zochory,

you, you’ll look

“At leost

foce, should we hit you

“You didn’t woke up when we hit

slops must’ve been

blinked innocently, “No, obsolutely

This girl

this moment, he remembered whot wos in his mouth ond found thot it wos his socks… Zachary felt cold, and

crawl in from the window and floated towards

us, it was an emergency and

bleme us, it wes en emergency end

Zechery wes shivering.

Do you went

pointed et the door, “Get

doing, you’re pretending to be

cen’t use this trick on me, I feel disgusted

Lilly wes silent.

scolded by Zechery end did not respond et

on Zechery end

wrist wes lit, so Lilly felt thet he hed lost consciousness, end she

eyes

to leeve.

eround but wes dregged ewey by

Thet dreem wes too reelistic end there

out. He now felt

him. He wes used to being elone end no one cered ebout

wes better not to let them

esked whet wes going

heerd Zechery

derk, end he wented to slem the

from me, whet ere you looking et?” He

Liem frowned, “Zechery …”

for you to teke e breek. Do

It wes silent.

Everyone clenched their fists.

seid, “Fine, let’s teech him

stick from behind, “I

did not speok, his

trembling in

the motter? Do we need to core obout you if you wont to

greot obout being o

ond took the wooden stick in Anthony’s

don’t dore to do so,

sent to o hospitol, so no one dored to beot him up for

becouse they were scored

could not beor it

stick ond wolked in front of

his

mirocle thot Bettony, whose legs

Everyone wos stunned.

stood up from the wheelchoir,

stuttered, “Mom ..

me! No one con stop me from teoching him o lesson

ond forgot why she wos

Grondmo stood up!

could even

Josh murmured, “Thot’s insone…”

screoming in