Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

And the clown's hands...

He held a petite girl in his arms and looked up, but he could only guess that she was only three or four years old.

The young mother immediately saw her daughter and wanted to rush up all of a sudden, but was always pulled back.

The clown laughed a few times, and the same timbre as the voice in the broadcast just now came again:

"How are you...Dear guests, this child in my hands will be honored to cooperate with me to complete my first magic show."

After speaking, he tied the little girl to the railing with a rope that looked weak and seemed to be broken at any time. Jie laughed twice, ignoring the voice of the lady downstairs screaming and shouting, and said:

"Look at how beautiful this child is. If it disappears from the world because of a mistake... it's not worth it."

Qiang Mo watched all this calmly from below, but in his heart he felt the slightest familiarity with the clown on the second floor.

Turning his head to look at Yuan Xi, his eyes were cold and exploratory and he asked:

"Xiao Yuanxi, do you still remember the members of the International No. 1 Bandit Organization?"

Yuan Xi looked at the clown and felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it. He was directly brought up by the teenager and immediately reacted:

"This... Could it be the clown thief, the ugly kite?"

Qiang Mo's eyes gradually darkened, he nodded slowly, and said in a thin and cool voice:

"should be."

Yuanxi frowned slightly, as if he had remembered something, and then said:

"But the International No. 1 Thief Organization has not always acted collectively, and there has never been a single member of the group acting alone."

The young man smiled and slowly replied:

"That's the only thing I'm not sure about."

Yuanxi nodded and continued to pay attention to the progress of the situation on the second floor.

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On the second floor, the clown tied the rope to a thin wire, and tied the other end to a bomb trap.

After installing all this, he said:

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, look, what a beautiful picture."

After a pause, after laughing, he continued:

"Next, please enjoy what I've brought to you... a big change of living people."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be talking to himself and continued:

"Oh no... Maybe it can't be called a big change, or it may be... the **** of death has come."

The young mother below was about to collapse, but she could only watch her daughter's life hanging by a thread.

The clown seemed to be satisfied with the panicked expressions of the people below, and quietly admired it for a while. Then, he picked up a pair of scissors from the toolbox and pointed it at the rope that tied the little girl.

I added a sound effect to my mouth:

"Bang, bang, bang! Immediately...you can see the gorgeous fireworks."

After speaking, he made a gesture to cut the rope that was already overwhelmed.

At this moment, the young mother below broke free from the restraints of the people around her and rushed straight up to the second floor.

When he got to the second floor, he saw his daughter who was hanging. He glanced at the clown who didn't intend to obstruct him. He dared to go up to save his daughter.

Just when the young girl Pin's hands touched the little girl's skin, the rope seemed to be torn off suddenly, and the rope fell directly downward.

The young mother, now on the second floor, suddenly screamed, her arms drooping weakly.