The tree was stupefied, and turned to look at the little fat man who suddenly sat upright on the rattan chair.
Little fatty Dun's eyes were almost all crowded together. When he looked at the tree, his eyes stretched hard, but they just opened the gap.
The trees squinted their cool eyes, and the memories of the fragments seemed to flash by. Three days ago, it seemed that this little fat man had caused her to roll down the hillside in front of the school.
Seeing the face of Zhou Tao, the little fat mound, arbor remembered that during the last life, he was bullied by the two generations of ancestors.
Although it's all trivial matters, new hatred and old hatred add up to a whole bunch of hatred.
I didn't intend to pay attention to this bully, but I didn't want to be stopped by this melon baby.
Zhou Tao, the second ancestor, urged two sedan bearers carrying cane chairs to lift him to the tree and put him down. He threw away the chicken bone of his right hand, while eating the chicken leg of his left hand, he shouted at the tree, "coward, you dare to come here! If you had not flinched that day, we would have gone up the mountain to explore! "
The tree gave him a cold stare, walked around the little fat man into the school and went straight to her classroom.
Before Mr. Jiang arrived, thirteen or four children under the age of ten were making a lot of noise in the room. When they saw the tree coming in, they all stopped and looked at her in unison.
The tree stopped, looked back and forth, and frowned slightly. I don't remember where I was sitting. That childhood memory is too long for her.
Arbor walked forward, picked the last short case and sat down on the floor, leaving the small package on the desk.
Zhou Tao's cane chair stopped in front of the classroom. With an unbelievable expression, he came towards the tree angrily. "Tree, you coward, don't you hear me talking to you?"
Is this dead girl crazy? How dare you look at him with such cold eyes before, and now totally ignore his words!
You're dead! The little fat man gave her a fierce look, turned around and looked at the young students who were not too busy to watch. He put his flesh on his hands and said angrily, "let's go! Teach my young master a lesson to this stinky girl who doesn't know the height of the earth! Well, let her know, this village, who has the final say!
The tree slowly poked out the repetition from the sleeve and looked at the little fat man with a sneer, "the master is coming."
"Master is a fart!" Little fatty Dun grabbed the chicken leg with his right hand, took a bite, raised his chin to the sky, and continued to say, "in this village! Our family is the richest! Even the old man of the village head will sell my father a face! Who has the money and who has the final say? You think the master can save you! You are a little reptile. You dare to look at me with that arrogant expression. Give it to me, and kill this cowardly girl! "
But I don't know, before saying this, a primary Rune has been left on his fat belly by the tree, and torn apart with the strength of his fingers.
Repetition Fu is attached to little fatty's belly through his clothes. Little fatty doesn't know. He is commanding his classmates to come up and beat people.
"What are you doing?"? Stop it all! "
Mr. Jiang stormed in, looking at the group of students who didn't fight. With a heavy wave of rattan ruler in his hand, "they all went back to their seats."
Little fatty Dun is unwilling to be dragged back to his seat, and looks back at the tree.
Which material, the latter even gave him a cold woodcut smile, for a moment that smile, like a basin of cold water, straight poured into the bottom of his heart.