Chapter Twenty-Three: Terror Has Not Left

"On Monday, I'll surprise you!" Listening to this clueless sentence, Li Fan hung up the phone decisively.

Started the cultivation process, this is a very important thing for Li Fan, without a strong force, there is no way to protect and protect!

I can only watch what happens, but I can't stop it. This is a kind of thief's painful thing, and Li Fan doesn't want to experience it.

One, two, three...... Li Fan is working hard again and again, no matter how many failures he has had, he has to get up from where he fell and come again. This is him, fearless of failure, Li Fan!

It may be that Li Fan's perseverance defeated the difficulties, and in the blending of I don't know how many times, he finally came up with the colors of the rainbow, shining in the wine in the wooden barrel, so beautiful.

"It's beautiful. Li Fan muttered, if she is still like before, that she is also there, how good! Everything, can not be repeated, even if it is repeated, there is a gap, this is time, the so-called years!

Looking at the little wine that had no sleeping posture, Li Fan found that since he encountered it, he had rarely let go of all his guards, all the disguises......

Carrying the wooden barrel, Li Fan came to the bamboo forest, and sprinkled the wine that had been tortured many times to the earth, if the wine had a spirit, he would definitely say, thank you brother for your mercy!

Watching the yin wind slowly fly with the bamboo leaves, the crisp sound brought by the wind passing through the bamboo leaves made Li Fan fall into an opportunity and an unavoidable epiphany.

In this way, he kept standing still, as if he had been immobilized. One night, just like that, when Li Fan woke up, his whole body changed dramatically, if it was Zangfeng's sword before, then now Li Fan's body is a dull fan, the kind of inconspicuous relief of mortals.

The baptism of heart and spirit, although it is not a direct increase in strength, but his current strength is more than ten times worse than his original strength. To put it simply, the original dozen or so selves can't beat the current self.

Monday, Arrival. It's another boring day! No, it should be changed to horror, but what about Guan Lifan? What should he have done, he has already done, and he doesn't feel that he has violated his conscience.

With no one to take care of him, Li Fan sat down, picked up his mobile phone directly, stared at the "doll that loves blood", and then clicked on Special Attention, but found that it always prompted failure, which seemed to be not working.

Li Fan didn't care, with his strength, he could directly ignore this threat. Of course, including only himself, he can't scruple about others, after all, he is very strong, but he is still within the rules.

To put it simply, an ant with a strong point can't do it without scruples. Idle and bored, Li Fan took out a black pen from the drawer, a white book for drafting, and began to draw. Raising the pen, a beautiful figure came to mind in an instant.

This time, Li Fan didn't suppress anything, one stroke at a time, he began to quickly outline the outline of his appearance, and then, the speed of his pen began to plummet, and he sketched his eyebrows, eyes, and nose little by little......

When the pen is finished, a lovely and beautiful woman seems to come out of the painting, if anyone pays attention, they will find that this is the second Ye Ling'er who is alive.

After the whole class arrived, "Ding!" The mobile phone QQ sounded, everyone took a look, only to see the "blood love doll" hair, this happy weekend is boring, don't you think it's too boring, let everyone "hi" today.

Behind is a big red envelope, like the previous one, with a total amount of 100,000 yuan, Li Fan clicked it, 12,000 yuan, good luck.

When everyone finished grabbing the red envelope, "The Doll Who Loves Blood" continued to say, because Zhou Jie answered incorrectly in last week's horror story selection, today is not considered the luck red envelope king, and Zhou Jie will directly do the task.

Ask Zhou Jie to let Feng Yili say I love her within an hour, or accept the punishment, a bleeding stick symbol was issued.

The fat Zhou Jie's eyes were full of powder, and he looked at Feng Yili. The whole class roared, "Say one, say one!" The boys, in particular, are gloating.

At this time, a majestic and aggrieved voice sounded, and Huo Yueyan, who saw the devil figure and angel face, said: "Today's Feng Yili is my man, I have to watch what shameless woman seduces my man." ”

As soon as he said this, the whole class was heartbroken. The boy's heartbreak was that the goddess was snatched away by this boy who was '10,000 times worse' than himself. The girl's heart was broken when 'Oba' was snatched away by this shameless woman.

Li Fan's stunned eyes and Feng Yili's triumphant eyes glanced at each other. Then Feng Yili said in a lip whisper, how about it, my surprise is okay!

But when the slap in the face came, Li Fan had already lowered his head, that is, he was working in vain, like a clown, acting and directing.

Li Fan didn't know what was going on, he felt panicked in his heart, could it be that he was thinking about the little wine in the house? Well, it must be so. Then, Li Fan began to use painting again to attract distractions.

"Tick, tick!" Time is like a Hades urging life, one second, one second urging. At this time, Lu Zeyu's phone rang, Lu Zeyu answered the phone, and only heard the sheriff Wang Deren on the other side say: "Students, don't panic.

After forensic examination, Wang Ming died in an accident, not by him, and it seems that he ate some kind of contraband. Therefore, I would like to remind all students not to eat unfamiliar and unknown things to prevent accidents. ”

Listening to Officer Wang's words, all the students were relieved, after all, that time was too terrifying, and there were shadows hidden in their hearts. Now I can finally relax and not have to worry about it.

"I'll just say, this Wang Ming died in an accident. Now it's confirmed!"

"Yes, yes, it's Oba, that's too accurate. ”

"It's windy, please take my knees!"

The sound of praise continued, Feng Yili felt that he was about to float, and his face was very refreshing, especially when Huo Yueyan was beside him. It won't be long before this thorny rose will turn into an aries, impressed by my handsome appearance and talent.

He believed that no woman could not be conquered by him, no matter how fierce she was, especially without the huge opponent of Li Fan.

When the hour came, because Zhou Jie did not complete the task, he was specially rewarded for his punishment and died.

For a while, everyone stopped laughing and talking, this feeling, this place, a bit of a familiar experience, Wang Ming's life, thirst and death, like a dried corpse that has been blown by the wind for hundreds of years, is vivid.

For a while, everyone felt that the classroom was a little cold and swishing, and when Feng Yili saw this, he said, "Don't scare yourself!"