Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

And only there, where there is no trace of emotion.

It belongs to her.

Qiang Mo let out a low laugh, straightened up, and rested his hands behind his head casually. Although there was no expression on her noble face, it was not difficult to notice the decrease in air pressure around her.

The lights on the side of the road are on and off, like a cry swaying in the night, making people tremble.

Of course, such a scene is surprisingly suitable for teenagers.

Desolate, ruthless.

When the night is completely shrouded, only those born in the night will appear.

...

Qiang Mo was walking on the empty road without a clear expression, when suddenly, the tip of his ear moved.

Someone is following.

The corner of his mouth twitched, wicked and flamboyant.

She really wants to beat people now.

The kind that doesn't use spiritual power.

He continued to walk quietly, as if he didn't notice it.

The few people who followed seemed to be finally unable to bear their temper, and rushed towards Qiang Mo without estimating the sound of footsteps.

A total of four people.

He rushed up and surrounded Qiang Mo in the middle.

The four of them were not dressed very well, and they were full of social atmosphere.

Qiang Mo raised her eyes and glanced. She really wanted to beat someone, preferably someone who could beat them for a long time.

The four in front of them, I'm afraid they will be broken if they are beaten.

The four thugs looked at each other and seemed to be hesitating for Qiang Mo's calmness.

One of the gangsters swallowed and said:

"Counseling, cowardly?! Young people nowadays like to pretend. Don't you know?! Give it to Lao Tzu!"

The other gangsters shifted their footsteps, thinking about the money they could get later, their brains became hot, and they all rushed towards Qiang Mo.

Qiang Mo did not stand still this time, but passed through the gang like a ghost.

One hand slashes horizontally, the other punches directly. Hit hard and fast.

The two thugs were directly beaten and froze in place. Before they could react, Qiang Mo had already kicked the other gangster who was knocked unconscious.

The person who just spoke saw that the form was not good, his eyes were ruthless, he rushed to the waste pile on the side, picked up the steel pipe that had been rusted for a day, and beat Qiang Mo from behind.

Qiang Mo seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and then he turned around and avoided the attack of the gangster.

At the same time, he flew up and kicked the steel pipe raised by the gangster, and poked it into the gangster's chest at once.

In an instant, blood flowed into columns.

The other two gangsters saw a big living man turn half dead in an instant under the boy's hands, and they all trembled at the moment, and they couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

"Ying, Ying, hero, hero, let us go."

"I, we have an 80-year-old mother on top and a son who just made a noise on the bottom, just let us go, let us go..."

A period of dramatic language emerges from the mouths of two already petrified thugs.

Qiang Mo squinted at the direction of the three people, and inexplicably... made her think of two words:

funny.

Four words:

Very funny.

Patting the dust that didn't exist on his body, Qiang Mo narrowed his eyes and walked past two gangsters who were already dumbfounded and a gangster who was already in a coma.

The two **** didn't seem to react, so the hero just let them go?

A feeling of being after a catastrophe emerged spontaneously, and the two thugs looked in the direction where the young man left with their faces that had been beaten into pigs' heads.

Having exhausted all his life's talents, one of the gangsters sighed:

"Sure enough, the heroes are all rebellious."