The noble evil young lady

Seeing that the arrow had been shot towards her, Pang Boya closed her eyes in fear.

Unexpectedly, the arrow didn't hit her, it just brushed past her face and went deep into the tree behind her.

Arrows leave marks. . .

A huge bloodstain remained on her right cheek forever, she quickly covered her face, blood slowly gushed out from between her fingers, and the bloody red liquid instantly made her face hideous.

Miyamoto He threw the bow aside and looked down at her with a frightening chill all over his body: "This is just a small warning, next time I will destroy you!"

"I...my face!!"

Seeing the unstoppable blood on her face, Pan Boya murmured incessantly, her eyes seemed to have lost her spirit.

Someone threw a mirror from the auditorium and it landed right at her feet.

She quickly picked up the mirror and saw her own face clearly through the broken mirror.

A huge bloodstain appeared on his right cheek, as if he was opening his mouth to swallow nothing.

"Ah!!!!!!!" She threw the mirror far away like a hot potato, her eyes darkened, and she passed out.

Well done! !

Sitting in my seat, I was ready to move. I really deserved to be the boss of fly. She struck cleanly, neatly, and mercilessly. Thinking of what Pan Boya had done to me before, I couldn't get enough of killing her a thousand times.

How important innocence is to a girl, does Pan Boya really not understand this idiot?Really, cheaper than ants! !

Since Miyamoto He's superb archery skills made everyone present look at him with admiration, Sheng Hua now regards him as a treasure, untouchable, untouchable, so no one was killed when he shot an arrow at Pan Boya, and the school also Open one eye and close one eye.

Before participating in Miyamoto's awards ceremony, the competitors from other schools have left one after another, probably because they are too inferior to stand with Miyamoto.

In this way, Miyamoto He won the whole school's admiration by relying on his own talent alone, regardless of his appearance advantage.

Standing on the podium, he looked impatient, probably because he was not interested in this honor.

At the moment when the city leader hung up the medal for him, a male student was suddenly kicked away, spitting blood.

A group of people suddenly appeared on the field, and the auditorium suddenly became a mess. Everyone ran away on their own, but the more panicked, the more difficult it was to escape.

This is when I noticed the seductive-looking young man in the lead, a strong sense of familiarity came to my mind.

Isn't this the boy that Miyamoto He and I saw in front of the supermarket that day?

Miyamoto He seemed to say a name at that time, what was it called.

thousand. . .thousand. . .By the way, it's Chihiro! !

What is he doing here?

Is it. . .

My intuition told me that he was looking for trouble.

On the stage, Miyamoto lowered his head calmly, and his fingers were already operating quickly in his pockets, sending a signal for Sora and the others.

The phoenix eyes of that pretty boy Yaozhi swept the auditorium for a week, and finally fixed his eyes on me, with an unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth, he gently raised his hand to signal to the people around him.

God!I can't be so unlucky!

Before I could react, his uncles in black clothes were already approaching me from all directions, and finally surrounded me. My hands and feet were quickly tied up with ropes, and a huge sack fell from my head. , deftly carrying the man and the sack on his shoulders.