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Chapter 211 Seaweed Seaweed 17

If you learn to practice with a broken kelp, you will also learn from others in seclusion, so everyone will naturally laugh it off.

"Well, just say that." Xining casually grabbed a stone next to her and pinched it hard: "Let them know our strength at that time!"

How can the roots not be able to break this stone? It may be too hard.

She turned to grab a pumice stone. The inner structure of this stone was loose and sometimes it could float when it fell into the water.

"Wahala~" Xining grabbed the pumice stone very majestic: "Let them know our strength at that time!"

Xiaohua... Why can't she see a hint of embarrassment at all? Well, Xining will definitely win the game, just relying on this shamelessness is enough.

The moon was hidden in the dark clouds, and a black shadow flashed through a corner of the cemetery and disappeared behind a crooked tree.

Watermede, hiding behind the tree, was so nervous that his heart beat like a drum.

Another red crystal stone on the kelp whisker. From the first sight, I felt that it must be a gem.

The game is about to become famous in one battle, and I said I would get this gem no matter what I want!

I heard that John is very good at kelp, so he has always kept it in a special large glass fish tank. If it is kept in the space, there is nothing he can do. Since it is kept outside...

Watmede touched a piece of tubular object in the school uniform pocket and sneered. This is a blow tube, which contains sleeping medicines that can make people fall asleep. Outside the door or window, blow the medicine inside, and you can sleep until dawn.

When John fell asleep, he could do whatever he wanted to kelp.

This time, not only did I have to get the gem, but I also had to stomp the seaweed. That day, in front of so many people, I slapped him in the face, and this revenge must be avenged!

Thinking of this, he poked his head out and looked at the cottage on the other side of the cemetery.

This little brat lives there, right next to the cemetery!

This is fine. Even if there is any sound, no one dares to come and check it out. When it dawn, John wakes up and can only see the thinly cut kelp silk!

Imagine looking at John's sad face, Watermede was almost laughing proudly.

Taking advantage of the pleasure of revenge, he came out from behind the tree, bent down slightly, and walked towards the cottage without making any noise.

"Gugu~" Suddenly, strange sound came from beside him, which scared him.

In the darkness, a pair of round golden eyes emitted a terrifying light, as if they could see through people's hearts.

Fortunately, the moon emerged from the clouds and illuminated the earth.

The owner of the big eyes was also illuminated. It was an owl who came out to catch the voles at night. It probably felt that the cemetery would not be peaceful tonight, so he flapped his wings and flew away.

"Shh~" Watmede breathed a sigh of relief, feeling only sweat on his back and forehead, all of which were cold sweat.

The sky and the earth were covered with a faint layer of silver light. The surface of the glass tank in front of the hut reflected slightly. As the moon hid in the dark clouds again, the sky and the earth were trapped in the dark again, and only a rough outline could be seen.

Watermede had a courage to scoop up the medicine into the room as long as he went over, then went to the fish tank to fish out the hateful seaweed, and cut it dozens of times after getting the gem. He returned to his room without knowing it, and the next day he was gloating or pretending to be sympathetic, and then he saw his mood.

Thinking of this, Watmede showed a vicious smile. After all, not every bad person can be as beautiful as he gets worse. If he could see his smile clearly at this time, no girl would think he was very handsome, and he was the school grass.

Slowly passing through the tombstones, although they were gloomy and terrifying around them, they could not stop his greedy heart and the steps of revenge.

Suddenly he felt someone patting his shoulder gently behind him.

Watermede stopped, no, is it an illusion that he was too nervous?

Just after two more steps, someone gently patted his shoulder on the same part.

It can't be like branches. In the woods, you will touch the branches and treat them as someone taking pictures of yourself. But this is a cemetery, and where are there trees besides the tombstones?

Watmede shivered gently all over and slowly turned his head... There was nothing in front of him... Suddenly, a black thing appeared in front of him and squirted out a breath of "ha~" at him.

With a concentrated fishy smell, it sprayed directly onto his face, which scared Watmede to scream.

"Ghost~" ran away in another direction.

"Don't leave, stay with me~" A voice that could not be heard of a man or a woman, but was extremely gloomy, and at the same time, his feet were tripped by something.

Watermede turned his head and looked, but there was nothing, and there was nothing in front of him, except for the tombstone.

Watmede was even more scared and rolled and crawled, screaming and fleeing to the cemetery: "Ah, ghost, help, ghost..."

The moon came out from behind the dark clouds again. Xining raised her body that was stuck to the ground, looking at Watmede, who was so scared that she was urinating and escaping, and she didn't dare to look back.

Come uninvited, either a traitor or a thief. You can't scare you to death!

She curled her lips and turned around to crawl towards the fish tank.

When he crawled into the fish tank, he heard John behind the blocking cloth ask, "What was the sound just now."

This damn former scumbag woke John up.

"Nothing!" Xining carefully spread her already lush body in the fish tank water as evenly as possible: "It's just a crow."

The next day, John went to school, and after sitting down, Watermede walked in.

As soon as Watmede came in, everyone hopped. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were black, and his face that he hadn't slept all night was not that bad.

During class, Watermede was dozing off.

The professor walked over and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Ah~" Watermede screamed immediately.

The professor was startled and shocked. Seeing that Watmede's face was not right, and there was a fine cold sweat on his forehead: "Are you sick?"

"No, it's okay!" Watmede was afraid of the thing that attacked him last night. Ghost must be ghosts! So much so that after returning, he was so scared that he didn't sleep all night. He closed his eyes just now and felt that there was a ghost that could not be seen or touched, spitting out his breath at him. He would never forget the smell of smell in his life.

"Or take leave and go back and rest." The professor looked at him with a bad look and suggested.

"I had diarrhea last night and didn't sleep well. Now I'm getting better, I'm just a little tired. I'd better go to class. I'll have a competition in the next two days, so I can listen to it." Watermede found a good reason.

The professor listened, so he continued to class.

Watermede thought secretly: What the hell is that heavy tone?

"Puff~" Xining sneezes a little. It's weird. Can kelp sneezes even?

Is it John missing her? It must be that she is no longer the little seaweed that is less than a meter. The competition will be held in two days, and everyone will be shocked by then.
Chapter completed!
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