Just like that, the little guy ran off again and again, gathering all the things that could burn and stacking them on his flame.
Dry grass, cactus plants, plastic bags blown from who knows where...
In the distance, the flames on the car gradually died down, but his flames became more and more visible.
The little guy dared not relax even a bit, just kept running off and returning again and again. There was nothing left to burn around him; he ran to the other side of the sand, pulling plants to put on his own fire heap.
He believed that Daddy would definitely come to find him. As long as they saw the firelight, they could find him, and by then Uncle Moses would be saved.
Thinking this, he stood up once more and ran to the nearest plant, reaching out his little hand and pulling hard...
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...
The capital of F Country, Presidential Palace.
The car stopped at the bottom of the steps, and Helen opened the door. Gan Yuan stepped out of the car and walked up the steps slowly.
