"What happened here before" Chu Yao could see that the reason why Zhou Zipiao could still exist in this world.
There was only one reason, she was devouring other souls, and she didn't even know it.
Several girls were still screaming, and the teacher was quite smart to stand aside and comfort the screaming female classmates.
From time to time, he looked at Chu Yao's side with his eyes.
She also seemed eager to know what they were talking about.
Zhou Zipiao nodded, there seemed to be nostalgia in her eyes, then pain, and finally covered her head in chagrin.
Looking at Zhou Zipiao, who was about to cover his head and run away, Chu Yao silently took out a talisman from his arms.
Hit Zhou Zipiao's body.
When Fu entered Zhou Zipiao's body, her emotions slowly began to calm down.
Until it calms down again.
"Can you tell me what happened here before?"
Zhou Zipiao looked at Chu Yao, and finally began to tell the story that belonged to her.
It turned out that 60 years ago it was a junior high school.
And Zhou Zipiao is a student in the third and eighth classes of this school.
At that time, the school building had eight floors, and she was a student on the eighth floor.
The third year of junior high school is known to be an important stage for entering a key high school.
They are busy every day, busy revising, busy getting into a good high school.
Zhou Zipiao is one of their best academic performers in middle school.
Going to and from class with good classmates every day, it seems that there is no pressure to go to school.
The other one was immersed in hard reading, occasionally looking at Zhou Zipiao with envy and hatred.
"Zipiao, look at Wu Jingjing's eyes."
A friend reminded Zhou Zipiao.
Zhou Zipiao heard his friend's reminder and looked up at Wu Jingjing, just in time to meet her envious, jealous and hateful eyes.
Zhou Zipiao didn't care about it at all, if he cared, it wouldn't have happened later.
Even if Zhou Zipiao didn't care, her friend couldn't bear it.
She called someone like the little sister in the class, and hid Zhou Zipiao from going to Wu Jingjing every day after school.
"Wu Jingjing, you, the second child who has been a child for three years, why do you look at our family with such eyes."
After Zhou Zipiao's friend finished speaking, he also kicked Wu Jingjing fiercely.
"Hmm" Wu Jingjing, who was kicked in the abdomen, covered her stomach in pain and squatted down helplessly.
Coincidentally, Zhou Zipiao left school at this time and was about to go home.
She saw Zhou Zipiao instinctively want to stop her was covered by Zhou Zipiao's friends and the group of little sisters.
"Woo woo" Looking at Zhou Zipiao, who was getting farther and farther away, Wu Jingjing struggled.
The more she struggled, the tighter they clutched.
It wasn't until Zhou Zipiao walked away that she was let go.
Another beating, and Zhou Zipiao's friend left.
"Haha, I still want to find a complaint and dream like this."
"That's right, Zipiao is a top student in our class, how can it be that this 10,000-year-old second can be compared."
They discussed walking out of the dark passage of the school, leaving Wu Jingjing, who had been beaten and curled up in a ball.
Wu Jingjing, who was severely beaten, had tears in her eyes and clenched her hands.
Close your eyes and leave tears in your eyes.
After a long time, she got up from the ground in pain.
There was an unpredictable hatred in his eyes, and he muttered in his mouth: "Zhou Zipiao, it's Zhou Zipiao again.
If only there was no Zhou Zipiao in this world.
That's right, if it weren't for Zhou Zipiao, I wouldn't have been bullied. will not be ridiculed. ”“”，。
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