Chapter 441 Whole class maintenance, weighing five hundred catties

  "Reaper...'s sickle?" Yang Zijun was shocked, even more surprised and terrified than when he saw Sitong kill Sitong by a sniper on the riverside and witnessed Sitong's strength with his own eyes.

   Wu Zhiyue, whose face changed greatly, inadvertently recalled Si Tong who released the red pupil by the creek that day. She looked at Si Tong: "Tongtong!?"

   "No! It's impossible! No, yes, yes!" Wei Qi looked at Si Tong as if he had turned magic, the other side flower flew away, and a giant sickle appeared in her hand.

  The kind of legend, the sickle of the **** of death!

  "Fake! It must be fake, hahaha." Wei Qi comforted herself.

   "How could there be Death's sickle? Everyone is surprised, she is bluffing." Wei Qi said plausibly.

  When everyone heard it, it really happened.

  A giant sickle, surprised now.

  Everyone was at most surprised that Si Tong could perform magic tricks and transformed a giant sickle.

  Duan will not associate Sitong with the **** of death, or the **** of hell.

   "The knife should also be fake, haha, isn't it just a fake knife without a blade." Wei Qi had just finished speaking.

  She suddenly felt a cold on the top of her head.

  Is something that swiped across my head.

   "Ah! Qiqi, your hair!" Wei Qi's friend exclaimed.

  Suitable, Si Tong held the giant sickle in one hand, as if he was holding it in his hand, just as light as a feather. She swept the crescent-shaped huge sickle-shaped blade of the giant sickle to the side of Wei Qi's head.

   "It hasn't been used for a long time, it seems that its sharpness has not diminished." Si Tong retracted the blade with one hand, and gently rubbed his slender fingers on the crescent-shaped blade of the giant sickle.

  This giant sickle is not only bladed, but also extremely sharp!

   was swept sideways by the giant sickle.

  Only hear a "swish" sound.

  Wei Qi's head...

  Bald!

  The ponytail tied to the high center of her hair was swept away by a giant scythe, as if the hair was trimmed by a barber, and the large piece of long hair in the middle was all cut off!

  I don't know if Si Tong intentionally or accidentally.

  The hair on both sides of Wei Qi is still there, but just in the middle, the black hair has been shaved clean.

   just follow...

  The hairstyle of the bald teacher who taught them business class is exactly the same!

  A young girl who was in her mid-teens had her bald head shaved on the spot!

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

  The former students who dared not approach here were shocked and puzzled when they saw Si Tong's giant sickle.

  But seeing that Wei Qi had her bald head shaved, everyone burst into laughter instantly.

  The kind of belly laughter.

  Yang Zijun, the watermelon head man, this group of people who originally stood on Wei Qi's side, couldn't help laughing.

  "You, you..." Wei Qi couldn't see her appearance, she held her chilly scalp, and cried angrily.

   "Si Tong is a student in our class, you guys outside class, get out of here!"

   "Yes! Sitong is the darling of our class. She wants to fight in groups, right? Come on! There are more people than people?"

  The boys and girls in the same class as Si Tong all stood up, raised their sleeves, and clamored with Wei Qi and others.

  Sitong let the bald teacher suffer, and also bought a lot of time for everyone to go out to play, and make everyone's life more fun, the students in the same class have already regarded Sitong as a god-like existence.

  When Wei Qi saw this, they had no time to think about how the giant sickle was transformed by Si Tong, and they all fled.

  "Sitong, borrow this thing from me and use it. I will use this instead of a sickle to harvest rice. It must be fast!"

  Seeing Wei Qi's group walking away, a boy in the class looked at the huge and cool giant sickle in Si Tong's hand and said enviously.

  Si Tong blinked faintly, and without concealing it, handed the giant sickle.

   "I'm here!" The boy caught the giant sickle, and imagined using the giant sickle to sweep the rice like Si Tong.

  People were crushed in the rice fields by the huge death scythe.

   "Ah yo! I'm going! How heavy is this stuff, my stomach is about to be squashed!" The boy howled.

  Yang Zijun and the others did not go far, and a few people turned around and were taken aback.

  Everyone heard Si Tong’s cold voice and faintly resounded:

   "It's not much, it's only five hundred catties."

  (End of this chapter)