Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

"Ding dong, the next flight is..."

Suddenly, the sound of the broadcast came, and the young man returned to his senses and walked towards the boarding gate.

The open sunshade windbreaker was blown up by the wind as the boy walked, making the boy more noble and unattainable.

The girl's unstoppable screams were faintly heard around, making the corners of the boy's mouth arc a few degrees deeper.

Pull up the suitcase on the side and wait in line in the crowd.

Suddenly, a few men with neat steps appeared in front of them, but they looked very ordinary in clothes.

The boy's eyes deliberately looked at it twice. This step is not the habit of ordinary people...

Instinctively, he glanced around vaguely, and sure enough, he found a lot of men scattered around the boarding gate. They were obviously strictly trained in their steps and dressed in ordinary clothes.

Her eyes dimmed, her flight... didn't look very safe.

Withdrew the look in his eyes, the young man's eyes were light, and he walked along the boarding passage with the flow of people.

...

On the taxiway, an aircraft took off into the air and gradually headed high into the sky.

...

After about a quarter of an hour, the plane was flying smoothly in the air.

The teenager leaned on the back of the chair and pressed the power button of the mobile phone indifferently.

Beside him, there was no one sitting on the seat next to the boy.

It's not that there just happens to be no one, but...

In order to prevent himself from being next to others, a patient with severe cleanliness bought a two-seat ticket at once.

As for first class...

Qiang Mo's eyes flashed a faint disgust. Don't you know that first-class air tickets are particularly expensive?

Although, the price of two seats has already arrived on a first-class ticket.

But apparently it wasn't like that in a certain teenager's mind.

Looking down at my phone, I haven't touched it for a month, I'm really not used to it.

I opened my communication bar and looked at the countless new messages, feeling a little helpless.

Calmly check one by one, and then quickly flick your fingers on the screen to type a series of replies.

...

Forty minutes later, the teenager yawned sleepily.

After looking at the few news left, he decisively turned off the phone, leaned back on the chair gently, and closed his eyes.

A deep drowsiness was coming, and suddenly, bursts of screams came from not far away.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and listened carefully to the fleeting voice.

Looking around, most of them have fallen asleep without realizing it.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, Qiang Mo's eyes flashed, he didn't look back, but closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The tip of the ear moved, and someone came.

Just after thinking about it, a rough male voice suddenly sounded in some weird Chinese, like a foreigner:

"Everyone, put down the things in your hands and hug your heads!"

The loud male voice awakened most of the people, and their expressions were uniformly confused.

When the man saw that no one was moving in front of him, he yelled, "Shirt!"

He casually pulled the stewardess who was under his control, raised the gun in his hand, and walked in front of everyone.

The crowd suddenly rioted, guns, guns!

That's a real gun! ! !

They unfastened their seat belts and rushed back instinctively to escape.

The man in front of him gave a grim smile, stretched out his hand and pulled the trigger.

"boom……!"

The flight attendant, who was half-kneeling on the ground, still had a horrified face on her face, and fell straight down.