The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

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Like myself, like Dongfang Mu...

"Brother, I've decided. I want to be a bosom friend!"

Feng Qiuwu swiped and stood up from the bed. She raised her head and looked at Feng Qiusheng with determination in her eyes.

Peach blossoms were falling outside the window, and at that moment, Feng Qiusheng seemed to hear the sound of a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. [

Yes, metamorphosis!

At this moment, her younger sister, Feng Qiuwu, shed that layer of superficiality like a lady from everyone around her, and raised a faint aura.

That kind of momentum is dazzling from the inside out.

The sun is shining brightly and the flowers are blooming brilliantly.

Qing Kuang followed the flow of people and came to the Great Hall.After seeing everything in the Great Hall, his eyes were slightly raised, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his chest. This, this is completely modeled after the modern Great Hall.

The bird's nest-like buildings are surrounded by low and high positions, leading along the crowd in front.Qing Kuang came to her place.

Her position is a bit special, this should be the exclusive position of the student council members here.

"Miss, this place is so grand!"

Feng Qiuwu looked around, chattering non-stop.

He drooped his eyes madly, ignoring it.If it is too abnormal, there must be a reason.What is the cause?What kind of existence does the modern building, the Slanta Imperial School, have?

"Ah, why did we part with Miss!"

Feng Qiuwu looked at the seat number in his hand, then at Qing Kuang who was already seated, with a small face wrinkled.

"Who are you and why are you sitting here?"

The voice of asking softly, softly, is a nice girl.Qing Kuang raised his head to look at the person coming, and blinked his eyes.

"It's this seat, it should be right!"

While speaking, he handed over his seat number.The woman looked at it and nodded.

"It's indeed this seat, but it's really strange. Only members of the student union can take the seat in the front row!"

The woman muttered, and took the position on the side of Qingkuang.Smiling and friendly looking at Qing Kuang, deep in his right hand.

"My name is Lei Zhufen, how about you?"

Qing Kuang glanced at the woman's friendly and enthusiastic face, fell silent for a moment, slowly reached into his hand, and shook it slightly.

"My name is Feng Qingkuang!"

"Qingkuang? It's the one who beat Ma Jiashu hard at the school gate! Hehe, you're amazing! I admire you!"

Lei Zhufen was wearing a tight-fitting fiery red dress, enthusiastic as fire, looked at Feng Qingkuang with a charming smile, and nodded heavily.

"Ok!"

He responded lightly and coldly.Qing Kuang was not prepared to come to this woman in front of him.

Lei Zhufen looked at Qingkuang's cold face and smiled embarrassingly.

This little girl is really just like the legends, arrogant and ruthless.

Silently mad, ignoring everything around her, she immersed herself in her own thoughts, analyzing everything about the Slanta Imperial School.At this time, another person sat down next to him, and as that person sat down, a faint and pleasant smell of medicine rushed into his nostrils.

"Cough cough!"

Qing Kuang turned his head to look to the side, but he didn't want to raise his head to meet those blue eyes like the sea.

Wei Wei was stunned for a moment, then Qing Kuang withdrew his gaze.

This is a good-looking, cold, exiled man. He is dressed in a white shirt with silver threads outlining the edges, adding a bit of moonlight to the whiteness.

A head of long hair was loosely scattered behind her back, tied loosely with a hair tie.