Chapter Seventy-One: Abuse or Abuse
"Master He, you ......"
At this time, the ears of the two people were attracted by a clear voice, and then the sight of the six eyes awkwardly touched together, and the air in the room was stagnant.
"Bingli, why are you here......"
He Tianhua remembered it again, because of the way, Bingli would come to call him every morning.
"Mentor, why did this she-hunter appear in your house, is it not going to be against you?" Bingli held an ice hockey ball in her hand, and it looked like she was going to mess with Gu Na at any moment.
Female hunter? It's the first time Guna has been called like this, and it's also by an awakened ghost, and sure enough, the awakened are some unreasonable guys.
The two women, who looked almost the same on the outside, stretched their necks like fighting cocks and glared at each other, faintly with the intention of making a move.
"Ice Glass ......"
He Tianhua shook his head at Bingli, signaling her to be calm, she really had to let go, ten Bingli were not an opponent of Gu Na, especially in such a close conflict.
"It's a mentor." Out of trust in He Tianhua, Bingli dispersed the attack and stood behind He Tianhua with his hands down.
"Oh, that's interesting, but it's almost time for me to go, and I need to go back and report last night's attack."
Rubbing her shoulders, Guna excused herself to leave, and continuing to stay here was just to make herself uncomfortable.
"Then you go slowly." He Tianhua, who was dumbfounded at this excuse, made a gesture of please, and sent him away, as for the report or something, wait for you? The daylily must have cooled through.
"Mentor ......" What else did Gu Na want to say when she left Bingli. was interrupted by He Tianhua with a smile: "Okay Bingli, I know what you want to say, but it's not too early, let's go to the academy first." ”
He Tianhua turned around and left, but he didn't notice the hand that Bingli was putting into his bag.
In fact, she just wanted to ask He Tianhua if he had breakfast, but obviously He Tianhua would be wrong.
"Still not, is it because of that woman's relationship?" Following behind He Tianhua, Bingli's thoughts were a little confused, she was still struggling with Gu Na's appearance and whether she should stop her dear mentor again, but when she mustered up the courage to raise her head, her dear mentor didn't know where she had gone?
Eh???
……
Bingli spread the prepared breakfast on the table, the color was quite good, there were eggs and meat seemed to be a lot richer, if such a meal was thrown into the slum pile, it would not be a problem to make three or five lives.
And yet it was just like that for now, it sat quietly on the girl's table, and let the girl think about it and think about him.
A hand suddenly reached in front of Bingli, picked up the breakfast on the table, and took a bite before Bingli could react.
"Feng Ling'er! You're looking for death! ”
was ruined early, Bingli's anger was ignited to the extreme at once, and a cold river crampons hit the girl named Feng Ling'er, but the girl's body was elegant, and she easily dodged this attack like a gust of wind.
"Good looking ......"
A few boys hurriedly vacated the field and leaned against the wall, watching women fight is much better than watching fight with demonic beasts.
"Eh, by the way, Zhang Tan wasn't ...... two days ago"
Suddenly, someone mentioned Zhang Tan, which made Zhang Tan's old face and hair red into a color, and he was beaten by a hunter to pee his pants, which was the first time.
"Shut up!" A flame ignited, making the people around feel a burst of warmth in the cold winter, and it was really great to roast a fire on a cold day.
"That bastard! That bastard better die today. Zhang Tan was angry when he thought about it, obviously there were three people fighting, and Mu Chengfeng's guy stared at him alone, did he think he was a bully?
In fact, Mu Chengfeng thinks exactly like this, and the soft persimmon will be handy when pinched.
……
Sneezing ......
Mu Chengfeng sneezed suddenly, and then attracted the attention of the whole class, although it was said to be the whole class, in fact, there were only a few people and a few pairs of eyes. Therefore, Mu Chengfeng can continue to sit up straight calmly, and then listen to the lecturer's chatter meaninglessly, saying that let the hunter learn psychology, will it help hunting, maybe there is!
The impact of the clown this time is unprecedented, so that the entire Mowen City is operating nervously, the streets and alleys have been plastered with bounty notices about the clown, as long as someone provides useful clues, a reward of 1,000 Singapore dollars, for a time the people who reported it were crowded, but after verification, it was found that these were all fake news, and it was too naïve to expect ordinary people to find clues about the clown. The affairs of the capable are best left to the competent ones.
So the Big Three of Morven City sat down again to discuss the crusade against the Joker. Because of the stakes, it is easy for several people to agree on their opinions, and some minor frictions can be put aside in the face of a larger threat.
After seeing off the two deans, Mo Wen lit a cigarette, and the scenery outside the window was always gray, and it was difficult to see what would change.
"Although my Mowen City is small, it is not a place where you can go wild at will." Mo Wen slapped his hand on the table, and the table shattered.
The female secretary next to her was frightened by Mo Wen's sudden move, and took a step back with a little fear.
In order to find the clown, Mo Wen used almost all the power at hand, and even he went out in person, but in vain, the clown was like a ghost, suddenly appearing and disappearing.
Unbeknownst to them, however, the Joker was being placed on an operating table......
After being given one injection, another injection was pushed into the Joker's neck. "Don't be afraid, my love." Then bursts of black gas came out of the clown's body, and his eyeballs almost burst open because of the pain.
"Kill Kill ......"
Although most of his tongue was cut off, the clown could still utter a few simple words, and he seemed to be longing for the killing, the thrill of sticking a sharp knife into a person's body.
"No, dear."
A knife pierced the clown's hand through the clown's palm bone, nailed to the operating table, the hand holding the knife held the knife, let the knife move in the middle of the bone, the clown's screams and creepy laughter filled this secret room with the smell of death.
"Ah, dear, I love you so much, love love love, love ah."
The sharp scalpel, one by one, slashed at the clown's body, but the blade was precisely controlled, and the wounds of each knife looked very deep, but every time the knife went down, there was no blood flowing out, and hundreds of knives went down, and none of them hurt the vital point.