Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

More than a little different, the whole string of wooden beads has changed a lot.

We can only see a little shadow of the previous grievance, and even a few beads have become mellow. We can vaguely see some lines on the beads, which are gold. It's really hard to find if you don't look carefully.

As long as the last sign of injustice disappears, this string of beads will no longer look like they are left in the street and no one has picked them up. On the contrary, it will make some people who are keen on it spend a lot of money to ask for it.

"Cheng Xiu, what is this string of beads? Is it expensive? " Xu Tong stares at the wooden string and asks Cheng Xiu.

Cheng Xiu sipped his lips and shook his head. He replied honestly, "I don't know."

He really didn't know the origin of the string of beads.

Xu Tong thought about it. It's not surprising that Cheng Xiuhui didn't know. He looked at it in surprise and then dropped his hand. His sleeve covered the wooden string.

Even if the Xu family had money, Xu Tong had seen many treasures, but he had never seen a wooden bead that could grow well with him, or even heard of it.

But Xu Tong also knew that it must be a good thing.

He was grateful in his heart, and even began to think about what treasure he could bring to Rongshen after his next holiday.

Originally, when Xu Tong received the wooden string, he didn't care too much because it was unimportant. He just wanted to take good care of Cheng Xiu to repay the string of wooden beads. But now that Xu Tong found that the wooden beads were different, he naturally began to think about giving back.

Xu Tong put Xu Hua's hurt by Zhu in the back of his mind. He went out with Cheng Xiu and went through all the treasures at home.

After Xu Hua ran out of the school, he covered his hands and didn't go to the canteen. Instead, he ran to a rockery and released his hand and looked at the palm of his hand.

The palm of his hand was black, and it was obviously burned by something, and it smelled bad.

Xu Hua looked down at his palm, his eyes were full of evil. The bloody light that had appeared in the classroom before reappeared and became more and more intense.

All of a sudden, a "meow meow meow" sound sounded in his ear. Xu Hua slowly looked up and looked at the white cat after running to the rockery, with a bloodthirsty curve on his lips.

In the afternoon of class, Mr. Lin came in with a look of anger. After he came in, he didn't rush to class. Instead, he said to the students at the bottom, "today Mr. Lin's cat died in the rockery. What do you see?"

"Fu tuan'er is dead? How did you die? Was he killed? "

There was a discussion at the bottom.

Mr. Lin's white cat is called Fu tuan'er, but the whole college knows that many people will bring food for it when they go home. Sometimes they even feed it with the food at hand.

Although not everyone loves it very much, at least everyone knows it. But this morning, during the lunch break, Mr. Lin found the body of Fu tuan'er behind the rockery.

The whole cat had been sucked dry, and its white fur was covered with bloodstains. It looked terrible.

Not to mention that Mr. Lin fainted on the spot, and other people on the scene were also frightened. If Fu tuan'er was killed intentionally, this person's means were extremely cruel.

That's why my husband is so angry.

After the discussion, all the people at the bottom looked at each other. At last, no one saw anything. The teacher had to give up. He calmed down a little and began to continue the class.