Damn, the little bitch has a very poisonous mouth.

Cao Pengfei was about to curse back, but was shocked to find that his five senses seemed to have failed, his mouth was open and he couldn't make a sound, and the switchblade in his hand was clearly pierced at Wu Qianman's neck, but he couldn't aim at it at all.

Instead, Wu Qianman stabbed him into his heart with one finger!

Blood gushed out along the compass.

Cao Pengfei looked at him in horror and was stabbed fatally by a weak high school girl who had never looked down upon.

This is not finished yet.

Xi Zuer, who had always looked innocent and didn't talk much, suddenly said to himself in the air: "It seems that something is missing? Oh, glass slag?"

She took the glass kettle from a boy's hand and threw it at the jujube tree casually.

Next second.

Countless broken glass residues bounced back on the jujube tree and stabbed Cao Pengfei and Yao Dazhuang hard.

The longest piece of glass, by chance, pierced into the wound of Cao Pengfei's heart, was deep and cruel, and had a thorn with an inverted hook!

The little crow was so happy.

Hehe, the ancestors banned the words and operated them like tigers, creating such a relaxed environment for Wu Qianman to kill others. This is equivalent to giving answers to cheating in the exam, and it is not so pleasant to bring you so much fun.

Wait, why did our ancestors make some glass slag in one fell swoop?

It’s not like cooking, so you need to sprinkle sesame and green onion to decorate it?

The little crow smiled and suddenly couldn't laugh.

wipe!

Is our ancestor venting anger for the boy? The person who hit the boy's car in Qingcheng Mountain was the one who was looking for by Yao Dazhuang and Cao Pengfei, right?

Ancestor, do you mean that to boys and children?

Xi Zuer glanced at the little crow indifferently: "It is natural for our ancestors to protect the cubs they made."

Little Crow: "..." Cough cough cough!

OK, as long as you are happy!

Cao Pengfei lay on the ground, dying, his tongue seemed to be not his own, and he couldn't say a word. For the first time in his life, his face showed a look of fear.

The vocational school students he brought were even more shocked and didn't even bother with him. They ran away one by one and crawled back through the back door.

Yao Dazhuang lost his backer, and the boys in the Donghai class looked at Wu Qianman with fear. He stood in the Zaolin and did not dare to move, for fear that Wu Qianman would be unhappy and tied them into sieves.

Xi Zuer stepped forward and gently brushed Wu Qianman's hands.

Wherever it brushed, the thick blood was magically gone, and there were still a pair of clean hands and a shiny and sharp compass.

No stain on dust.

"Go to take the exam." She said with a faint smile.

It seemed as if the boy in a mess was just a crawling scum and was not worth mentioning.

Wu Qianman's excitement gradually calmed down and he followed Xi Zuer obediently.

When walking out of the jujube forest.

Xi Zuer looked back with a smile.

Behind a jujube tree, a figure wearing a school uniform skirt hid in panic.

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As soon as he reached the door of the classroom, Wu Qianman stopped and called out: "Zoer."

Xi Zuer: "Hmm?"

Lazy monosyllables, beautiful and fairy.

I can't tell the ruthlessness of teaching Wu Qianman to fight just now.

Wu Qianman pursed his lips: "Zoer, I'm afraid..."

Xi Zuer: "Are you afraid of being retaliated?"

Wu Qianman shook his head: "I'm afraid you haven't reviewed it well. I originally prepared a few major ancient Chinese questions and wanted to memorize them for you. Now it's too late. Otherwise, you might get some points if you take a look at the composition questions I've prepared..."

Xi Zuer's lips twitched slightly.
Chapter completed!