Mo Tian was tied up to the private school, and the old gentleman who taught the class in the private school, trembling, trembling, finally finished the class, and then carefully glanced at the little overlord who had been sleeping on the table since he came, and then retired with a worried face holding the book.

Mr. ran away like the wind, she didn't know, Mo Tian only knew, in her dream was full of blood and rain, the city was familiar but a little strange, she stood on the city tower, looking at the mountains of corpses that were slaughtered, the streets with rivers of blood, was dreaming, I don't know who pushed her, she looked up with sweat, and the eyes were the boy's narrow Danfeng eyes, and the two thin lips, a mean look, not a good bird at first glance!

She knows this kid, the old Wang family next door.

What is the name, she forgot, anyway, it's not a good name, Wen Crepe.

Why do you know this kid? That's because her daddy compares her with this kid every day!

Wang Wenhan looked at the girl's transparent glass eyes, stunned, but remembered his father's words, "Ah Han, look at Mo Tian of the family next door, he hacked to death the wild wolf who ran to the city to make trouble at the age of three, look at you again." ’

'Who can't carry it on my shoulders and can't carry it on my hands, who will inherit my martial arts and serve the country!' He thought about it secretly, who said that if he can't fight a war, he can't serve the country, he must be admitted to a half-official position, mix up, and blind his father's eyes.

In this way, the two of them don't like each other, but it is the harmony of the front and back tables ~ The harmonious days officially began.

Regarding Wang Wenhan, a sour Confucian scholar, Mo Tian didn't understand it, but he was too lazy to worry about him, the barbarians have been rampant recently, and she is painting a canvas array.

The boy turned around, looked at the crooked picture on the rice paper, and sneered, "What a drawing, what a waste......

Before he finished speaking, he was rammed by Mo tilting his glass eyes and an inkstone, and the entire private school class was stunned and didn't dare to move.

was assigned to a class with Xiaobawang, the boys were trembling, the girls were all twisting small handkerchiefs, peeking at Mo Ting, although Daddy and Auntie taught them to stay away from him, but, the uninhibited appearance of sleeping on the table is really handsome!

There is no need to introduce the one in the back, Mo Qian was born with infinite strength, and before Wang Wenhan, who was smashed with blood, could react, he was smashed two meters away by the girl's iron fist, and then he was kicked hard, what happened to the back, he didn't know, because he fainted, but before fainting, he listened to the girl suppress his voice and said in his ear: "Wang Wenhan, you can call me a bastard, but don't insult my dreams, if you have a kind, you can draw a picture for me!" ”

Mo Tian knew that she had caused trouble, but she was not ashamed at all, she skipped class, went home over the wall, changed her crumpled clothes, and swaggered back to the streets and alleys of Saibei.

Hearing this, Mo tilted the brush in his hand, and smiled disappreciatively, "Hmph~, it's his ......" She paused, her eyes were sharp, her body did not move, and the brush in her hand had penetrated the thickened window lattice straight and shot out of the house.

Outside the house, a masked man dressed in black fell from a tree with a pop, and when the two of them went out, the man in black had a brush on his head, and his eyes were full of no

But he had already choked his breath, and it seemed to be a one-hit kill.