The First Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-Three Chapters Group Pk: Dark Night, Death Is Coming (Forty-Seven)
So, later, there was such a school.
Independent special.
Cool style.
However, this school is the most acclaimed school in the underworld.
It is also the school with the highest enrollment rate.
It is said that those who came out of that school became elites of the underworld.
After a long, long time, the monitor, who was already worth a lot of money, recalled a group of people who were still cowardly today.
Being forced to do this by the devil, if he doesn't succeed, he's really an idiot.
Of course, that's all for later.
So, in the dangerous eyes of dyed white fans.
Students in blood-red school uniforms picked up the Chinese textbooks and read the texts in a clear voice. In the teaching building, there were bursts of serious texts.
The passers-by clasped their hands on their shoulders, a little cold, and when they heard the voices of You Yuan in the teaching building, their faces were stunned.
Did he hit a ghost?
The ghost who reads the text? ?
It's different from what is said on the internet.
Pedestrians thought about it and posted what they heard on the Internet.
The title is:
#On the ghost school in the middle of the night, there are bursts of serious reading texts, whether it is a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality#
And the students in the classroom looked bitter. With Lord Death here, can they not read the text?
If it was like the disobedient thirteenth staircase, if it was chopped up by Lord Death with a sickle, and died tragically in the garbage dump, then they would have nowhere to cry.
This time, the supernatural mission still ended successfully, and it was logical to leave the ghost school.
All students of the ghost school: For you, it is Consummation, but for us, it is the devil!
Nanjiu pondered for a moment, and said to Yanbaizhen: "Baibai, I think you can be the richest man in the underworld."
Dyeing Bai: "...Well, maybe."
In the future, Nanjiu became a prophecy, and Ranbai really became the richest man in the underworld, worth hundreds of billions.
Midnight Bus, Midnight School, and later Midnight Cafe, Midnight Restaurant.
And so on, all the huge coins are continuously generated.
The boss behind all this is one person.
That is--
Dyed white.
Dyeing Bai: I accidentally became the richest man in the underworld, thank you.
Phantom Cloud: You see,
Is this the gap?
"Hey, let's play football together?" At some point, a little boy appeared on the desolate and empty road.
Even more bizarre,
This little boy has no head, but his feet have been kicking a football, and that football is a head!
Dyeing Bai: What kind of spicy chicken stuff.
Ranbai stood there, Huahua's moonlight fell on her body, cold and noble, she spit out two words without expression: "It's ugly."
little boy:"……"
The little boy's face was gloomy, "So, don't you..." Will you?
Before the little boy could finish speaking, Nan Jiu kicked the "football" away and said in a low voice, "Go away." He paused and politely added, "Thank you."
little boy:"……"
The little boy was dumbfounded, his ball.
The sound of a swoosh was the sound of a fierce wind.
I saw the little boy scrambling towards the direction the football kicked.
Huan Yunyan: "..."
These ghosts!
After returning, Huan Yunyan thought hard about how to please the young lady and let the young lady feel relieved.
Huan Yunyan swore never to laugh again!
At least...you can't smile in front of the young lady.
Laughing behind her back, cough, cough.
After making seventy-two strokes, Ranbai couldn't bear it any longer and threw out threats.
If nothing else appears in front of her eyes, she will block it directly.
Huan Yunyan is finally honest, thinking that Miss Sister should not be angry, right?