The beautiful and miserable Black Moonlight is wrong for her

Chapter 211 Xiaoteng, let him go
The morning sun shone on the entire orphanage, and there was silence everywhere.

The dean, who was standing guard at the door of the dormitory building, was already in a frenzy.

There were corpses in different shapes lying around her, and the shallow pool of blood on the ground had completely soaked the slippers on her feet.

Even the stairs directly opposite her were covered in blood.

And those born bad people who are not afraid of the sky and the earth on weekdays, and are keen to frame others, have huddled together in the corner and kept silent since they accidentally saw this scene from upstairs.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky gradually brightened.

The dean, who hadn't cut anyone for more than ten minutes, felt even more depressed, and she was ready to go upstairs with the machete.

Suddenly, there were very clear footsteps above the stairs.

Although the footsteps were not hurried or slow, they were a bit heavy.

The dean raised his head in surprise when he heard the sound, and looked up the stairs.

I saw a thin little boy walking in the front. His facial features were extremely delicate and beautiful, and his skin was as white as jade. It was a bit cold.

And behind him, followed by a dozen children of different heights, fat and thin, their expressions were very complicated, with a trace of faint excitement mixed with restlessness and fear.

"Ash, come here."

The culprit who made her gnash her teeth suddenly came to her door, and the dean's frenzied and distorted expression calmed down. She pointed at the leader Rong Shu with a machete, and said four words calmly.

Blood spots of different sizes were sprayed all over the dean's body, and her usually gentle and friendly face was inexplicably more ruthless.

Rong Shu was silent when he heard the words, but the movement of going downstairs did not stop in the slightest, as before.

Seeing him getting closer and closer to him, the dean tightly held the machete in his hand, and the killing intent revealed in his eyes was almost solidified.

Finally, Rong Shu walked down the last step and stood directly in front of the dean.

At this moment, the metallic machete swung down without the slightest hesitation.

With an extremely flexible flash of Rong Shu, the blade slashed on the wooden stair railing and sank directly into it.

The blade sank so deep that the dean struggled to pull it out several times, but he couldn't pull it out.

Rong Shu's eyebrows and eyes were distant, and he looked coldly at the dean who had suddenly fallen into a maddened expression because he drew the knife, then calmly took out a dagger from his trouser pocket, and threw it out.

"Shua—"

The dagger galloped out and directly pierced the Dean's shoulder.

The severe pain caused her not to care about pulling out the machete on the wooden handrail. Instead, she clutched her bleeding shoulder and groaned.

At the same time, one child after another came out from behind Rong Shu.

Vicious expressions flashed across their immature faces, and the sticks and knives in their hands all greeted the dean almost at the same time.

The dean subconsciously wanted to dodge, but was hit directly on the head by a stick, and there was a buzzing in her head. She was a little dizzy, so she couldn't dodge.

Feeling dizzy, more sticks hit her head-on, and a fruit knife with a handle pierced her heart directly, and blood flowed out.

In the chaos, a tall, thin boy almost exhausted all his strength to pull out the machete from the handrail of the stairs.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then he swung the machete and slashed at the dean's neck.

The blade of the machete was extremely sharp, and it cut her neck with a deep bone-deep wound.

The bright red blood spurted out instantly, the dean staggered back a few steps, and then fell straight to the ground.

The dozen or so boys and girls who were attacking her were all taken aback when they saw this, and then a flash of excitement flashed in their eyes, and the malice in their bodies almost condensed into substance.

They scrambled forward and chopped up the once extremely respected dean bit by bit.

With an extremely indifferent expression, Rong Shu avoided them and walked out slowly.

When I walked out of the dormitory building, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the light was extremely dim. The buildings not far away seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Rong Shu frowned and reluctantly took a few steps forward.

"Boom—"

Caught off guard, the shadowy buildings in the distance began to collapse one after another, making deafening noises.

Immediately afterwards, even the ground under his feet began to crack rapidly.

In the end, even the lush trees, lush green grass, and colorful flowers at the base of the orphanage's walls withered and withered extremely quickly.

Looking at all this, Rong Shu felt a flash of clarity in his heart.

The rules set by the orphanage are completely bound to the dean himself. Now that the dean is directly killed, the rules will also disappear.

Almost as soon as the rules disappeared, the illusion that the entire orphanage had been struggling to support collapsed.

Rong Shu stood quietly, the corners of his lips curled up slowly.

He had a premonition that this absurd dream was about to wake up.

After another few tens of seconds, an extremely wide crack suddenly appeared on the ground under his feet.

With almost no time to react, he fell straight into the bottomless darkness.

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The pain, the extreme pain made Rong Shu slowly take a breath in the dark.

He opened his eyes with great difficulty, and the dense thorns directly scratched his eyelids.

The green to black thorns and vines almost formed an airtight cage, tightly entangled, completely trapping him in it.

The densely packed long thorns on the thorns and vines stabbed his whole body and wounded him all over.

The strange and rich floral fragrance in the air was extremely strong, and it directly drilled into his nose.

His mind instantly became chaotic, and he even lost part of his ability to think.

After a long time, a gleam of light flashed in his chaotic eyes, he moved his lips with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is still a secret hidden in the dark place of Yundu, can you use this secret to exchange my life?"

In between speaking, his lips were quickly blurred by blood and flesh from long thorns.

But after the voice fell, there was still silence in the air.

It wasn't until he slowly closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, that he passed it on in a leisurely tone:
"Xiao Teng, let him go."

As soon as the voice fell, he slowly retracted the tightly wound thorns and vines one by one.

Light penetrated through the gaps between the rattans, bright and dazzling.

Soon, all the thorns and vines wrapped around him retracted to the ground, and he fell limply to the ground dripping with blood.

The sound of unhurried footsteps approached little by little. He raised his eyes slightly, and saw a young girl in a very dazzling princess dress. She was looking at him from above, with a proud and lazy posture.

(End of this chapter)