"After crying, the head teacher saw and asked us what happened. God knew what was going on, and we didn't treat her."

Yu Na and Xi Yan glanced at each other.

They know that what these NPCs say is the story of this world.

The tasks they have to accomplish must be related to what they say.

"Ah! She jumped!"

"Fucked, actually jumped!"

"vomit--!"

With a few screams, the **** the top of the building fell to death within seconds, making a dull noise.

The scarlet blood splattered, the white brain was scattered, and the limbs were soft and looked broken.

Her eyes weren't closed, and her unhappy pupils were showing through her dilated pupils.

Dead completely.

This scene made many onlookers vomit directly.

They talked vigorously, but when they really saw such a **** and cruel scene, they couldn't bear it psychologically.

At this time, the school sent someone to control the situation, the students were rushed into the classroom, and firefighters were taken to the lounge to rest.

In short, the school blocked all news and no one could leave the campus.

Not long after returning to the class, Xi Yan felt his head smashed by a fluttering thing.

She keenly grasped a small paper ball.

Unfolding the paper ball, a sentence was written on the wrinkled paper: I saw that all the speakers were in our class.

I don't know why, as soon as I saw this neat and neat typeface, Xi Yan felt that the person who wrote the small note was Wen Youyang.

She turned her head and saw Wen Youyang sitting in the back row.

Wen Youyang saw Xi Yan looking at him, and quickly waved at her, signalling that the note was really written by him.

Now the class is in the self-study class, Xi Xi directly got out of his seat and walked to the position next to Wen Youyang, and let the NPC change her position.

The NPC thought about it and took their school supplies to Xi'an.

Wen Youyang saw Xi Yan sitting next to him, and exposed his white teeth to Xi Yan: "Lord Zhu."

"Who?" Xi Yan went straight to the topic.

Wen Youyang's smile faded. He glanced at the students around him and said with a low voice, "It's the people who talked about the cold words when Zhang Jiaqi was jumping. At that time, I heard them say that the wind and cold words were incredible. A few glances, I just discovered that those people are actually in this class! "

Xi Min faintly realized that something was wrong.

"Do you remember how many?" She asked.

Wen Youyang said, "Wait a minute, I will count."

He looked at the students in the class carefully, his lips moving silently.

"There are six." Wen Youyang gave the final number.

"Remember the person who just talked to us about Zhang Jiaqi." Xi Yan said slowly.

Wen Youyang nodded, "Remember, there are four people, three women and one man."

Xi Yan looked at him and said nothing.

A few seconds later, Wen Youyang suddenly realized something, and his eyes were slightly panicked: "A total of ten people, we are also ten people ..."

Wen Youyang's words dropped, and in a blink of an eye, most of the people who were full in the classroom suddenly disappeared, leaving only ten people.

Wen Youyang saw Lu Zhu, an adult man, who was an adult man in the last second, and in the next second, he turned into a cold young man in a school uniform.

Wen Youyang: "..." Is he a crow's mouth?

The stout man turned into a muscular male high school student, and he stood up and asked, "What's going on?"