So, later, there was a school.

Independent special.

The painting style is very unique.

However, this school is the most praised school in the underworld.

It is also the school with the highest admission rate.

It is said that those who came out of that school have become elites in the underworld.

After a long time, the already expensive squad leader recalled the current and today, a group of people who are still cowardly.

If you are forced into this by the devil, if you still fail, you will be a fool.

Of course, this is all a story.

So, in the dangerous gaze of Ranbai Mi.

The student wearing a blood-red school uniform picked up the Chinese books and read the text aloud with a clear voice. In the teaching building, there were waves of serious and serious text sounds.

The passerby hugged his shoulders with his hands, a little cold. He was confused when he heard the distant voice in the teaching building.

Is he a ghost?

The ghost reading the text??

It's different from what is said online.

The pedestrian thought about it and posted what he had heard online.

Title title:

#On the ghost school in the middle of the night, there were a series of serious readings of the text, is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality#

The students in the classroom looked miserable. With Lord Death here, can they not read the text?

If one second is like the disobedient thirteenth staircase, it is chopped by a sickle of Lord Death, and dies tragically in the garbage dump, then they have no place to cry.

This time the supernatural mission was still successfully completed and he naturally left the ghost school.

Students from the Ghost School: It is perfect for you, but it is a devil for us!

Nanjiu pondered for a moment and said to Ran Baizhen: "Baibai, I feel that you can be the richest man in the underworld."

Ranbai: "…Well, maybe."

Later on, Nanjiu made a promise, and Ranbai really became the richest man in the underworld, with a net worth of 100 billion yuan.

Midnight buses, midnight schools, and later there will be midnight cafes and midnight restaurants.

And so on, huge mundane coins are continuously produced.

The boss behind all this is the same person.

That is—

Dye white.

Ranbai: I accidentally became the richest man in the underworld, thank you.

Huan Yunyan: Look, is this the difference?

"Hey, are you playing football together?" At some point, a little boy appeared on a desolate and empty road.

What's even more strange is that

The little boy had no head, and his feet were always kicking a football, and that football was a head!

Ranbai: What kind of spicy chicken stuff?

Ranbai stood there, and the moonlight of Huahua fell on her, cold and noble, and said two words with a blank expression: "It's so ugly."

Little boy: "…"

The little boy's face was gloomy, "So, are you..." Are you willing?

Before the little boy finished speaking, Nanjiu kicked the "football" away and whispered, "Get away." He paused and added a polite sentence, "Thank you."

Little boy: "…"

The little boy was stunned, his ball.

With a swish, it was a sharp sound of the wind.

I saw the little boy running towards the direction of the football kicking.

Fantasy Yunyan: "…"

These ghosts!

After returning, Huan Yunyan tried hard to think about how to please the young lady and let the young lady breathe.

Huan Yunyan swore that she would never laugh again!

At least... you can't smile in front of the young lady.

Smiling with the young lady on her back, cough cough.

After using seventy-two strokes, Ranbai could no longer bear it and threatened.

If nothing happens, she will appear in front of her and then block it directly.

Huan Yunyan finally became honest. Miss Sika shouldn't be angry anymore, right?
Chapter completed!