The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Si Lingling glanced coldly over every ugly face present, feeling extremely hated in her heart.

If it wasn't for the fact that he lost his strength after experiencing the 'big war' last night, and the current ice bone destroying needle is raging in his body.

She would risk her life to destroy the enemies in front of her at once.

I have to say, these vicious bastards in front of me are really willing to spend their money.

In order to deal with her, in order to block her incomparably bright future, they were willing to spend tens of millions of star coins to buy this icy bone destroying needle.

Although the backgrounds of these people in front of me are better than my own, but if they were to spend such a large sum of money, it would hurt the foundation of the family.

Therefore, this matter is definitely not something that Zhou Zhenya and Ethel can do.

Among them, I don't know how many people's handwriting?

In short, write down the faces in front of you, as long as there is a chance in the future, she will definitely get them back thousands of times.

What are you looking at?

Being stared at by Si Ling's hell-like eyes, Zhou Zhenya and the others felt a little guilty.

So he scolded: I didn't listen to what the school leader said, you, a woman with bad morals, are no longer qualified to be classmates with us.

Ethel echoed: That's right, for a woman like you who spends the night outside casually, we really don't bother to take a second look at you.

I saw it last night. After drinking synthetic red wine, she left with an ugly man.

Look, everyone, these marks on her body, I'm afraid she has done something shameful?

I don't know how many male/sex/creatures were with her at the time.

The more these people spoke, the smoother they talked, and Si Lingling didn't argue with them, she just kept their words and expressions in her heart with cold eyes.

To shut up.

Zhang Xinghui couldn't listen any longer, she scolded in a deep voice, her eyes also swept over everyone present, Si Ling is your classmate.

How can you target her so much during the four years of your friendship as classmates?

Through the series of events just now,

How could Zhang Xinghui fail to see that these people in front of him were jealous of Si Ling.

So, what they can't get, others can't get it either.

If someone wants it, then they have to destroy the person first.

She really didn't expect that among the students she taught, there were some who were so vicious and disregarded the friendship of classmates.

After being scolded by Zhang Xinghui, everyone couldn't help but froze their mouths, and then shut them embarrassingly.

Although they are strong enough together, Zhang Xinghui's status as a tutor of Xingmin University is not something they can easily shake.

Seeing everyone like this, Zhang Xinghui didn't want to see them again: Go away, you are already graduates of Xingmin University, it's best not to stay in school too long.

Feeling the protection of her mentor, Si Ling finally felt a little warmth in her heart that fell into the ice cave.

Watching the group of enemies leaving in disgrace, Si Ling couldn't hold back her body and gave a slight slap.

But she tried stubbornly to make herself stand firm and not to fall.

Si Ling, don't be afraid, with the teacher around, the teacher won't make it easy for them.

Feeling the fragility of the girl beside her, Zhang Xinghui couldn't help feeling distressed.

At the same time, deep regret rose in my heart.

She had been teaching at Xingmin University for more than 50 years and only met a genius who was ruined like this.

At this moment, the pain in Zhang Xinghui's heart was stronger than anyone else's.

Feeling the heart from her mentor, Si Ling smiled resolutely.

He said in a hoarse voice: Teacher, don't provoke them because of me, a person with all genes disabled, it's not worth it.

Okay, don't worry, the teacher knows how to do it.

Zhang Xinghui patted the back of her hand lightly, Let's go, Teacher, pack your things for you and leave here first.

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