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She has a beautiful face, plump breasts and a hot ****. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But no one dared to approach her, because she was a killer, a half-breed killer with emerald green eyes and long, straight black hair.

When I saw this, I was in front of a teacher with glasses under a wine bottle pointing at the blackboard, and I was huddled in the corner looking at the novel on the broken phone screen, everyone needs a legend, the phone said. Everyone has the potential to be king, the phone reads.

Yes, I never thought about it, but the countdown to the third year of high school was coming to an end, and I listened to the classmates around me writing hard and throwing them at me with contempt. Maybe it's because I haven't made it clear yet, I come from your provincial ace high school, and I have never been bad since I was a child, and now I have come to this point, completely from a story, oh no, it came from an accident.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I got out of cram school with my astringent skin and chapped lips. And I have lost everything, but I have not lost any grades. When I was in junior high school, I formed a gang with a few buddies in my class.,At that time, I could not only take care of my studies but also be handsome by the way.。 You can kiss the class flowers under the cherry blossom trees in the school, and there are illegal tools in the surrounding alleys. The injury of that era was nothing more than being stabbed in the ass with a machete, and being told by my girlfriend that if you don't work hard, we won't be able to be in the same high school, and then the tragedy is that I was admitted when I was in the middle school entrance examination, and she didn't get in......

It was because of these so-called promises that I lost my girlfriend, which was on my own initiative. The passive ones came from my good buddies, and although the battle friendship was not exchanged, when I was the only one of them to go to school, I felt very delicate in the team.

As the best high school in your province, of course, you can't blow out the performance, blow the admission rate, blow out the Peking University Tsinghua University, but the homework is really blown. A day-and-a-half of homework on a weekend is like a half-semester assignment in middle school. I want to hit the wall, and at this time, a few buddies called me out to get together, and the time for this back and forth is pitiful, and more importantly, there is a little fight, which is not only not enough time, but also the rhythm of falling asleep when the physical and mental strength arrives home.

So, under the mixed attack of parents and teachers, I gave up the time to go out to play, so I was abandoned by my brothers.

At this time, I was walking home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening after the tutoring, the air was obviously cold, and the street still smelled of artillery and piles of bursting red shells. I'm already in my third year of high school, thinking about my present and past is really like a dream, although all the memories are vivid, walking on the original path is often remembered, but those people will no longer appear in my life, my entire three years, all to study, all to 500 degree glasses and monotonous three-point life. Time has taught me how to torture myself into a machine, a part. But it didn't teach me how to forget how to look forward to a new life.

As I walked with my head down, I heard a few people whispering behind me, suspiciously looking, as if they were a little bit interesting to me.

"Cut~" I shook my head helplessly, these guys thought they had met a fat sheep that was easy to slaughter?

When I realized this, I stopped, and the voice behind me suddenly stopped, but this is not the way I have always solved the problem, I turned my head and walked straight towards the position where they were standing, they obviously thought it was incredible, there are lambs in this world, but they are all lambs to be slaughtered, there are no suicide lambs, and those who are delivered to the door do not eat in vain!

One of them, with yellow hair and pus-covered face, pointed at me and said, "Looks like you get it." When he said this, his palm stretched out his index finger and rubbed his thumb, very much like the landlord who owed him ten years of rent, that stinky fart.

My fists were clenched tightly, and the next moment, I would blow up his face, and I would let him know that not all good students are good children.

I suddenly gave up a second before I started, thinking that I was going to take the college entrance examination this year, and if I broke a bone or was stabbed in some sensitive place that was not easy to heal, it would be troublesome.

With the other hand, he took out a pack of points and five from his right trouser pocket, lit a cigarette to himself, and took a big puff. Very handsome, and naturally brought the bag to him.

"What do you say, buddy, everyone is out to mix, don't embarrass each other. ”

The yellow hair in front of me suddenly laughed after hearing this, showing his teeth that were still occupying the leaves, and he knew that he had just eaten. But it's disgusting.

I turned my head away, not daring to look directly at the image.

Yellow Mao paused, squinting over to look at me. His eyes weren't big, and when he squinted again, I thought he was going to come over with his eyes closed and ask for a kiss, but fortunately he didn't eat much at night, otherwise he would have vomited on his face on the surface of the moon in disgust.

Yellow Fur "snapped" and knocked the cigarette off my hand, but the other hand slowly took a switchblade from his trouser pocket and swung it quickly in front of me, the glittering blade probably only a few millimeters from my face.

In the second half of the night of the quiet New Year, all families, including the shops on the street, closed their contact with the outside world, curled up on the sofa and watched the programs on the TV, otherwise it was an entertainment project for four people, three people, and two people.

My Adam's apple trembled and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Huang Mao's eyes were very sloppy, and the boys behind him were standing behind him smoking, one of the casual details, Huang Mao waved his knife, and the sides of his nose kept twitching.

My heart instantly cooled, this is completely different from my plan!

I wasn't going to make a move, because it would mean winning or losing, and I would definitely get hurt. As long as I stand in front of him and report the name of my original brother, I basically wave my hand, pat my shoulder, and then have a meeting with them.

But this guy in front of me not only just finished eating, but also seemed to have taken the medicine.

Now you can't find anything in his head even if you talk to him all night, and the scene in his mind is that there are clowns in the playground and then there are raging flames all around, and he sits in the Ferris wheel eating ice cream and watching the guys burn down there.

This guy has gone crazy.

"Quick!" he yelled at me, spitting in my face.

Just as I was compromising and taking out the living expenses I had squeezed out of other good students, there was an inexplicable whistle around me.

Huang Mao shook his head, thinking that he had taken too many drugs, and I looked around while giving it to him.

The place where I am is is an ordinary residential area, all of which are step houses, about six or seven stories high, and quite a lot of young people in this area are small ruffians like Huang Mao, but the make-up fee here is particularly cost-effective, so many students come here to make up for the class.

I've been here for three years, and I've never heard this weird whistle.

Just as I was trying to find out who was whistling, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen! When I looked back, the blood had stained my clothes red, and the blood flowing from the tear in the down jacket seemed to be a pump that opened the maximum threshold to spew blood out.

Yellow Fur stood in front of me, the dagger in his hand turning bright red.

The blood was flowing so fast that I fell to my knees, gasping for air, desperately covering my wounds.

But blood is like a disobedient puppy, no matter how you tell it to stop, it just doesn't stop, and it has to run far away.

Yellow Fur put the dagger up my neck and stopped.

Then he pressed the dagger back and forth on my shoulder.

He was in front of my face.

"I don't care if you're a relative or a kid of the Black Boss. He smiled contemptuously. By the way, I licked my lips with my tongue. It's like looking at a beautiful piece of food, not at a life that is about to die of hemorrhage.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled it back hard. The pain is like 10,000 needles stuck in the cerebral cortex.

I desperately called for help, I didn't even have the strength to resist, I remembered that I was so calm and calm before, but I didn't expect that at that moment, my life had begun to count down.