Take away the heroine's halo and become the dawn of the end times (162)
It all happened in a matter of seconds.
Xia Xia couldn't help but cover her mouth, feeling that her eyes were going blind.
This Dean Hu is a pervert, right? was slapped and kicked on the wall by Sang Huai, and was crushed by her heavy foot, he actually ......
Xia Xia felt that the scene of Hu Yong's flushed face and moaning out just now simply left a deep psychological shadow on himself.
She was still thinking about whether Sang Huai had misunderstood this dean, maybe he was really a good person and really didn't know about the pinhole camera.
But now it seems that this camera must have been installed by this perverted dean himself, and he must have done something disgusting in this lounge!
Oh yes, and Captain Xi's actions just now.
Captain Xi, this is too handsome! Without saying a word, he pulled Sang Huai over, and then cleaned up this perverted dean, he really didn't talk much.
But...... Captain Xi actually kept Sang Huai in his arms? He never seemed to have been so close to someone before, right?
One of these two people is breathtakingly handsome, and the other is as beautiful as a female star, standing together is so eye-catching. Why is it a little good to knock......
Xia Xia was a two-dimensional otaku girl who liked to watch anime and eat snacks before the end of the world, and her thinking has always been very divergent.
When she realized that she had actually knocked on the CP of her own captain and vice-captain in such a grim situation, she was very ashamed to spit on herself in her heart.
Now that fifth-level zombie is lurking somewhere, what does she think of this kind of pure comradeship between Captain Xi and Sang Huai! Quickly pry the words out of this Hu Yong's mouth is the most important thing!
Xi Zheng let go of his hand.
Hu Yong was thrown to the ground like a mass of garbage, with a stinky rag in his mouth, curled up on the ground and whining in pain.
"Give you two minutes to take a break," Xi Zheng said coldly to Hu Yong, "After two minutes, it's either say or die, do you understand?" ”
Hu Yong didn't know that he had just flown into the man's hand in an instant, and how he had broken his hands and feet in an instant.
The strong sense of oppression emanating from the man's body made him nod frantically out of survival instinct, even though he was about to die of pain, signaling that he understood.
Lin Xi was speechless.
- It turns out that it's not that violence is useless, it's that I'm not violent enough just now.
I knew that she had broken all the old man's hands and feet as soon as she came up just now, and she didn't have to suffer from the visual pollution just now.
Lin Xi was just about to withdraw from Xi Zheng's arms, when he was suddenly silently pulled down by the man.
Xi Zheng didn't speak, and looked at her with deep eyes.
Lin Xi glanced back, and when he saw that the other people didn't look at this side, he tiptoed and quickly kissed the man.
"I'm fine, it's just that my eyes are spicy," Lin Xi whispered in his ear, "I was going to abuse him, but it made him feel good, which really made me angry." ”
But this time she was angry again, Lin Xi didn't want to beat this Hu Yong, she felt sick to her stomach when she got close to this person.
Seeing that Lin Xi was fine, Xi Zheng walked over and squatted in front of Hu Yong, and coldly pulled out the rag in his mouth: "Can you say it this time, what have you done, who will hate you?" ”
"I ......" Hu Yong gasped for breath, and finally chirped after holding it for a long time, "I really don't know who knocked me out." ”
Seeing that the man's expression sank again, Hu Yong was afraid that he would die in the next second, so he immediately said: "...... I say I say! That pinhole camera is indeed mine! ”
"I've brought a lot of female students to this break room at night and filmed me and them with a pinhole camera."
"They were all threatened and forced by me, and they probably all hated me to death. So if you ask me who hates me, I really don't know! ”
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