Chapter 439 The giant sickle was shocked, its sharpness

   "I'll go, listen!" The watermelon head boy followed Yang Zijun closely. He listened to Si Tong's words and pulled Yang Zijun's clothes corner.

  Brother Yang Zijun’s group of girlfriends all looked towards Si Tong.

   Obviously heard what Si Tong said.

  "Tongtong..." Wu Zhiyue looked at Si Tong with some worry.

   "Vixen, I'm lying again!" A girl who stood beside the boy with watermelon head shouted unconcealedly.

The reason why    shouted so excitedly was because the girlfriend of the caliper head boy last time, seeing the caliper head staring at Si Tong with a fascinated face, broke up with the caliper head boy not long after he ran away.

  The relationship between Yang Zijun and their girlfriends is that they can talk to their boyfriends, and they also want their so-called friends and lovers to be brought together harmoniously.

   has formed a relationship of "everyone fall in love together, get together, let others envy you".

  Here, Si Tong's sad eyes sank slightly.

   "Forget it, I'll ask the teacher how to use the sickle." Standing next to Si Tong, she asked Si Tong how to use the sickle to harvest the rice. She turned around and ran away.

   is sharp-eyed, seeing that Yang Zijun and the group are not good at coming, and don't want to let himself get involved in the dispute between Jin Sitong and them.

   "Qiqi, don't talk about it, it's quite wicked. Last time she asked Zhou Zhihang if she was ready to accept the punishment of **** and Satan. Within two days, something went wrong with Zhou Zhihang, but fortunately, no one was killed."

  There was a girl who pulled the girl who said Sitong vixen, and muttered.

  Zhou Zhihang, is a boy with a caliper head. He was not present because something went wrong.

   "How can there be such an evil sect." Yang Zijun hooked his chin with his thumb, staring at Si Tong and looking up and down.

   is full of the kind of "appreciation" that boys have towards girls.

  Yang Zijun slandered, why didn’t Si Tong come to beg herself and let herself help her make peace with Wu Zhiyue? Otherwise, you can make the request yourself.

  This kind of little girl, if she cheats a few words casually, it is estimated that she agrees to have **** with herself.

  Of course, Wei Qi, the girl who said Sitong's vixen, didn’t believe it. She was about to speak, but Wu Zhiyue, who had been silent, said: "Enough! Enough of you!"

Very loud sound.

  Wu Zhiyue's face has always been ugly, she didn't want them to say that about Si Tong.

   "Let's go, don't bother Tongtong." After roaring, Wu Zhiyue's voice was unusually soft.

  Wu Zhiyue turned around, not daring to let Si Tong see her emaciated or tearful face.

  It can be said that Wei Qi, the vixen girl of Si Tong, refused to count. She hugged her chest and wanted to vent her anger for the girl who broke up with Zhou Zhihang because of Si Tong. By means of this short head, she was aggressive towards Si Tong:

  "Return your giant sickle, yours? Puff, giant sickle, that is the death sickle in mythology, okay! The death sickle, return yours, how did yours become yours? Haha!"

  Yang Zijun, Guantou, and a group of boys and girls, all looked at Si Tong.

  Wu Zhiyue turned around without a face.

  The moment everyone was ridiculed by Wei Qi's ridicule.

  "Want to try it, how sharp is it?" A floating, dim female voice sounded softly.

   "What?" Wei Qi was taken aback.

  Everyone is puzzled.

  At the moment when everyone didn't understand the meaning of Si Tong's words.

  Sitong stretched his right hand forward with one hand.

   Then, what suddenly appeared from Si Tong's hands, and Si Tong's next move, compared to her words just now, it actually made everyone present, led by Wei Qi and Yang Zijun, to pee coldly!

  Everyone, be surprised! ——

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  A certain cigarette: Min, point to them!

  Min: (Silently pointed the death sickle at the fireworks of the doomsday)

  A certain group of poor doomsday fireworks: Ooo, I gave it all...

  A certain cigarette: This is right!

  Imagination is beautiful, but reality is——

  A certain cigarette: Oh! Ouch! Don't hit...Don't hit me, Master Mio, I am wrong, I am wrong, I am a fool, I actually want to use you to ask for votes! Oooh!

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  (End of this chapter)