"Death...... The scythe? Yang Zijun was shocked, even more surprised and frightened than when he saw a sniper sniping Si Tong by the river and saw Si Tong's strength with his own eyes.

Wu Zhiyue, who also had a big change in her face, inadvertently recalled that day by the stream, Si Tong who released her red pupils, she looked at Si Tong: "Hitomi!?" ”

"Nope! That's impossible! No, yes, yes! Wei Qi looked at Si Tong as if she was magical, and the flower flew away, and a giant scythe appeared in her hand.

The legendary kind, the scythe of the Grim Reaper!

"Fake! It must be fake, hehehe. Wei Qi comforted herself.

"Death's scythe, how could there be? Everyone was surprised, she was just bluffing. Wei Qi said that he was full of words.

When everyone heard it, it was really like that.

A giant scythe, shocked here.

At most, everyone was surprised that Si Tong could conjure magic and conjure a giant scythe.

This will never lead to the connection between Hitomi and the god of death or hell.

"That knife should also be fake, hehe, isn't it just a fake knife without a blade." Wei Qi just finished speaking.

She suddenly felt a chill on the top of her head.

There was something that crossed his head.

"Ahh Kiki, your hair! Wei Qi's friend exclaimed.

At the right time, Si Tong held the giant scythe in one hand, as if it was in her hand, it was only as light as a wing feather, and she swept the huge sickle-shaped blade of the giant scythe to the top of Wei Qi's head.

"I haven't used it for a long time, and it seems that its sharpness is still undiminished." Hitomi withdrew the blade with one hand and gently rubbed his slender fingers against the crescent scythe-shaped blade of the giant scythe.

This giant scythe is not only open, but also extremely sharp!

Swept sideways by the Giant Scythe.

Just listen to the "whoosh" sound.

Wei Qi's head......

Bald!

The center of her hair, the ponytail that was tied high, was swept away by a giant scythe, as if she had been cut by a barber, and a large piece of long hair in the middle was all cut off!

I don't know if Si Tong was intentional or unintentional.

Wei Qi's hair on both sides was still there, but just in the middle, the lump of black hair was shaved clean.

Just like .......

The hairstyle of the bald teacher who taught them business lessons is exactly the same!

A girl in her teenage years was shaved on the spot!

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! ”

Originally, those students who didn't dare to approach here were shocked and puzzled when they saw Si Tong coming out of the giant scythe.

But seeing Wei Qi being shaved bald, everyone burst into laughter.

The kind of laughing belly.

Yang Zijun, the watermelon-headed man, this group of people who were originally on Wei Qi's side, couldn't help but snicker.

"You, you ......" Wei Qi couldn't see her appearance, she held her cool scalp and cried angrily.

"Si Tong is a student in our class, you people from other classes, get out!"

"That's it! Si Tong is the darling of our class, do you want to fight in a group, come on! More than people, huh? ”

The boys and girls who were in the same class as Si Tong all stood up, rolled up their sleeves, and shouted with Wei Qi and the others.

Si Tong made the bald teacher deflated, and also bought a lot of time for everyone to go out and play, and made everyone's life fun, and the classmates have already worshiped Si Tong as a god-like existence.

Seeing this, Wei Qi and the others didn't have time to think about how the giant scythe was conjured by Si Tong, and they immediately fled.

"Si Tong, you borrow this thing from me, I use this instead of a sickle to harvest rice, it must be fast!"

Seeing Wei Qi and a group of people leaving, a boy in the class looked at the huge and cool giant sickle in Si Tong's hand and said enviously.

Si Tong blinked faintly, didn't hide it, and handed the giant scythe away.

"I'm coming!" The boy caught the giant sickle and wanted to use the giant sickle to sweep and cut the rice like Si Tong.

People were crushed in the rice fields by the huge scythe of death.

"Ahh I'll go! How heavy is this thing, my stomach is about to be squashed! The boy howled.

Yang Zijun and the others didn't go far, and a few people turned around and were stunned.

Everyone heard Si Tong's cold voice, and it sounded faintly:

"It's not heavy, it's only five hundred pounds."