Chapter 409

Zhang Zhen's hair stood up as he stared, and he felt that something was choking his soul and making him feel oppressed.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he felt the urge to kneel.

He thought he was crazy.

Gritting his back molars, he controlled his movements, and used his last reason to tell himself not to be afraid.

The three elders are here, and he will be fine.

Fan Buzhuo's face was very ugly, although he knew that people would not have accidents, but intimidating his students like this in front of him was slapping him in the face.

If he wants to speak out, he is afraid that he will be provoked to lose his mind, this dead girl's ability to make people angry is first-class and good, he has been taught.

I can't talk to others, I can only look at the three elders,

"Three elders, are you just going to let her mess around?"

The heads of the three elders were a little big.

Why is this girl's temper so strange.

It's just a few flowers and plants, do you need to put such a big momentum?

"Mo Tianyue, you stop for me! What are you doing! This is in the academy!" Fang Zhihe said coldly.

Of course, Mo Tianyue couldn't stop, and said calmly: "The three elders don't worry, I understand the rules of the academy, and I won't mess around, I'm a good student who abides by the law." ”

Everyone rolled their eyes silently.

Your posture of demolishing people, you obey the discipline of a ghost.

Seeing people talking nonsense with their eyes open, Elder Fang accentuated his tone,

reprimanded: "You still don't stop, do you want us to make a move?" ”

"Three elders, since Xiao Tianyue said that she wouldn't mess around, she wouldn't mess around, you have to believe her. Liu Chaohua leaned on his arms and said lazily.

"Shut up for me!" Luo Lao was so angry that his beard was cocked, one was enough, and one more was coming, and he didn't think things were messy enough.

⊥ at this moment, Mo Tianyue suddenly took ghostly steps, flashed directly behind Zhang Zhen, and then stood on tiptoe, grabbed the high ponytail, and shaved the dagger along the scalp with a 'bang'.

Everyone was stunned.

The three elders were also dumbfounded.

The main thing is that people are too fast.

This wave of operations came unexpectedly.

After the blade, the hair broke, Mo Tianyue grabbed and cut off a large handful of hair, and returned to its original position with ghostly steps, then picked up his head and raised it, hooked his lips and said,

"It's not a foul. ”

Everyone: "......"

"Hahahaha..." Liu Chaohua came back to his senses, and saw that Zhang Zhen, who was not very good-looking, had a strange short hair on his head, and he laughed so much that it was a flower branch trembling.

The three elders came back to their senses, and suddenly they had an urge to beat people up, this broken child!

Cutting the hair is cutting the hair, and the momentum is the same as cutting the head.

Want to them off isn't it.

Zhang Zhen came back to his senses at that time, reached out and touched the top of his head, but it turned out to be the stabbing hair.

Realizing that his hair was gone, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

His most precious thing is his hair!

The fear in my heart dissipated in an instant, and only boundless anger remained.

glaring at the man holding his hair, he roared, "You dare to cut off my hair!"

Mo Tianyue raised her chin and said arrogantly: "What about breaking your hair? I not only want to break it, but I also want to trample on it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his long hair fell to the ground, followed by a foot on it, and then crushed it fiercely.

The crowd was stunned.

This revenge... It's so ruthless!

They have an old saying that the head can be broken and the blood can be shed, but the hair cannot be moved.

Because the ancients believed that hair was up to the sky, and it was the most noble thing in a person's body.

Of course, not everyone thinks so, but as it happens, this big man thinks so.

For those who cherish their hair, it is worse to cut off his hair than to kill him, let alone trample on his hair.

My prince is coquettish again