Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

The shredded paper in Shiwu's hand was the torn pages of his astrology book, which was the best evidence that they tore up the certificate.

Luo Fuzi had already taken out the ruler in his hand, ready to beat them severely.

The three people were trembling with fright, but they were still stubbornly resisting. Only one person shouted: "The master is not, it is not mine, it is... Who can prove that the scrap of paper is a piece of his book, I don't accept it. "

"I'll let you see if this piece of paper is from that book." Luo Fuzi snorted coldly, waved the ruler in his hand, and all the pieces of paper on the little fox's table were automatically glued together, leaving only one place There are still incompletes, and the piece of paper taken from the man's head fits just right on top.

The matter couldn't be clearer, Mr. Luo didn't listen to the three of them crying for mercy, and beat down with the ruler in his hand.

After the beating was over, it didn’t count, and the two servants in the academy asked them to stay outside in the icy cold river: “Hang them down and bring them up tomorrow. They are not allowed to eat or drink for a day.”

The little fox swallowed, it really didn't expect that it would bring them such a severe punishment by filing a complaint this time.

It's a bit scary, I hope the three of them don't hate it.

By the way, the little fox prayed in his heart: Come back quickly on the fifteenth day, people can't do without you.

The little fox made a big change today, which surprised the students in the class. I didn't expect the timid little mouse to show his power one day. Is it because he knows that the patron saint is gone and he can only rely on himself, so he can only rely on himself? Sudden change of temperament?

Fifteen anxiously finished the first day of class.

When he was sleeping at night, he was the only one in the room. He was very scared. He hadn’t slept for a long time. He was lying on the empty bed, and there was no fifteen by his side. The little fox hugged his pillow and tossed and turned in the middle of the night. A little sleepy.

But just after being dazed for a while, I vaguely heard a sound from the window. The fox's ears were the best. It moved its ears twice, and then woke up suddenly.

The little fox quickly got up from the bed, hugging Shiwu's pillow tightly.

There was still movement from the window, as if someone was trying to open the wooden bolt in the window from the outside.

The little fox swallowed, his face turned pale, and his eyes were full of tears, woo woo, fifteen, it's scary, just as you left, a ghost knocked on the window, come back quickly.

After being scared for a while, seeing that the window was about to be opened, the little fox bit his lip, jumped off the bed with bare feet, and picked up a heavy wenge wooden chair with both hands.

It gently came to the window, held its breath, raised the bench in its hand...then, it waited quietly.

After a while, with a creak, the window was finally opened.

A black shadow jumped in from the outside, and the little fox's heart almost jumped out of fright. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and hit the back of the black shadow's head hard.

With a bang, the black shadow that jumped in didn't have time to make a sound, so it shook a few times and fell down.

After he fell down, the little fox gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and slammed it hard a few more times. The black shadow that fell on the ground twitched a few times, and finally passed out.

He stopped moving, and the little fox cried out and threw the stool away.

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Girls, today "Concubine Mercenary" will have its finale. My sister will post a new article tomorrow afternoon. It is the modern rebirth favorite article I mentioned last time. The new article has 7 words and has been sent to the space log. If you are interested, you can try it first You can check it out on 1049155548, button [-],

The title of the new book is "Exclusively Beloved Wife: The First Lady of the Donor"

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