In the next second, the little monster who watched the-stirring stick talk pressed his left hand on the drawing paper and silently moved left to Hao Xing.

Then, the little monster took out a piece of white chalk from the desk drawer and drew a long line in the middle of the desk.

After drawing the 38th line, the little monster silently bowed his head and changed to a shit-stirring stick language book, and continued to look at it with his eyes, nose, nose, and heart.

In just sixty hours, the little monster was already reading the junior high school textbooks compiled by Yan Normal University.

This kid is such a pervert!

The third round ended in the blink of an eye, and the chatter was knocked out again.

"You also draw a 38th line for me. Hello excessively. Hum. Draw and draw. I just don't go there. Ignore you."

This fiasco made the little talker quite depressed, and he turned his back to the little monster in a huff, and his head was buried deep in the harbor where his little arms were encircled, silent.

Rarely, there was silence in the classroom for more than a minute.

I also secretly sighed in my heart.

Half a minute later, Hao Xing, who was silent, slowly raised his little head and began to draw on the drawing paper again, talking to himself as he painted.

At this time, the little chatter seems to have accepted his fate of fiasco and completely abandoned the little monster.

Half-sounded, Hao Xing sighed softly, and in the next second, Hao Xing's eyes began to turn again, slowly approaching the little monster, crossing the 38th parallel, stretching out the black ugly duckling's neck to read the little monster's textbook.

"Yangyang, I'll tell you my mother's story again. I'll talk about it for the last time. I'm not going to talk about it anymore."

"My mom cut all the wild men to slag......

"I just watched from the bed, and I threw up, really, I threw up, and guess what happened to my mother's meat with that wild man......

"I was so scared, my dad wasn't there......

Hao Xing said in a low trembling voice, his voice full of fear.

It's just that the little monster Zhang Yang still has a cold and cold face, his eyes are not blinking, his heart is not beating, his breathing is calm, and he is completely unmoved.

With the little monster's unaware appearance of scraping bones and healing wounds, I can't help but praise the little monster!

Suddenly, my eyes tightened.

Not good!

Suffer!

I saw the little monster reading a book while taking out the thick books from the drawer, and stacking them on top of each other on the 38th line.

Well!?

The little monster actually built a city to defend it?!

What's going on?

The little monster who built and defended the city piled up books into a wall more than a foot high, and placed the wall clock next to the demon in the middle as a city gate.

Then, the little monster's mouth began to squirm and read the words.

"My dad wasn't there at the time, no matter how I called my mom, my mom just ignored me......

"She held the bowl and smiled at me while eating, and said that it was delicious, and she would feed me......

"Later, the Nine Gatekeepers came, and they vomited too."

When the little chatter ghost story came here, the voice became lower and softer, and two lines of tears flowed from the dry eyes.

At this time, the little monster changed from the majestic mountains that used to sit like a clock, and slowly, inch by inch, lowered his head, and isolated himself from the little chatter in the wall built of books.

Xiao Xing pursed his mouth, his pupils showed infinite joy, and he poked out his neck longer than a swan to peek at the little monster, but his voice was even more painful than before: "My mother was sentenced to death, and the injection is the kind that doesn't hurt after an injection."

"My dad took me to see my mom for the last time that day......

"My mom is tied to ......."

In an instant, the sound of the words in the little monster's mouth suddenly became several times louder, just like rolling thunder.

While chanting the words, the little monster kept pulling out his books and raising the city wall, so as to escape from the invasion of the little chatterbox!

Suddenly, the little chatter stopped, quietly looked ahead, and let the tears roll down his black, dry face.

The sound of the little monster chanting words also stopped in an instant!

At this moment, my nerves tightened!

Here it comes!

Armageddon is coming!

Is it a sword from the west or a flying immortal from the sky?

As if half a century had passed, Xiao Tapo wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "My mother is tied up there, just like my mother tied up his wild man......

Soar down!

The little monster stood up, clutched the book in both hands and shouted, "ihaveonlyonelifetodedicatetoyotherland!"

"When the doctor gave her the injection, she tilted her head and looked at me. Until she loses her breath and smiles at me......

Rumble!

The little monster blushed and raised its head to the ceiling and roared, "ihaveonlyonelifetodedicatetoyotherland!"

In the roar of the little monster shaking the windows trembling, the little chatter also completed the final lore.

"That smile is exactly the same as the one day when she was eating meat with a bowl. I'll never forget it for the rest of my life."

The little monster took a deep breath and was about to roar out the strongest sound wave, but it suddenly turned its head and yelled at the little chatterbox, "Stop talking!"

With a roar in his mouth, the little monster grabbed the thick book and smashed it down on the little talker's head.

"I hate it!"

The little monster gave the little chatter another look and sat back in place.

The little talker took this critical blow, but instinctively looked up at the little monster, and smiled miserably with tears: "I don't have a mother anymore."

After saying this, Xiao Talker fell backwards and slammed his chair to the ground, not knowing what to do.

The whole classroom was quiet again.

I stood in the corner of my back in a daze, and my ears were still echoing with the last words of the little chatterbox, and a sour feeling welled up in my heart.

The little chatter lay on the ground, curled up motionless, as if dead.

And the little monster sat in place, although it had regained its former iceberg-like tranquility, but it could no longer pronounce words in its mouth, and its hands holding the book were trembling.

Half a minute later, the little monster turned his head to look at the little chatter on the ground, and turned his head coldly to not look.

After another ten seconds, the little monster tilted its head for the second time, stood up and squatted in front of the little chatterbox, and poked the little chatterbox's chest and armpits with a book in disgust and disgust.

Poked five or six times in a row, and the little monster poked hard again, and turned the little chatter over and lay flat on the ground.

Follow the little monster to kneel in front of the little chatterbox, tilt his head to listen to the little monster's heartbeat, and put his fingers in front of the little chatterbox's nostrils.

Suddenly, the little monster stood on the spot as if he had been beaten by electricity, tugging on the collar of the little chatter with both hands, and screaming.