Chapter 348: Grabbing a hand of "Xiang"

Chapter 348 grabbed the "Xiang"

Just at the shallow hand at night, you should touch the wound that was bandaged at night.

The night fell and suddenly the arm slammed back and forth, screaming and flustered: "Sister, really can't touch, I..."

This contraction, the night light and the hand that buckled her wrist went down.

The night was shallow and the hand was very tight. This slipping was the thing in the cuff that narrowed the night and slipped out, and it fell into the hands of the night.

The night was light and the night's wrists were tightly closed. After being cleared by the night, the palms caught a soft thing.

Subconscious grip.

On time, a yellow-yellow thing oozes out from the handkerchief and is covered with a clear hand at night.

The sticky and yellow thing still carries a weird smell.

This visual impact... looks like a hand... hot.

The shallow face at night, the black on the pot became a pot of carbon.

The smashing, yellow-yellow glimpse of her hand reminded her of the substances she saw during the cleaning of the huts in the past few days. During the cleaning process, she also inevitably got the substances.

On time, the feeling of tumbling in the stomach became more and more obvious.

The smile on her face could no longer be hanged.

After seeing the group of things caught in the hands of the night, the freshmen around them were ugly and wanted to laugh.

Some people held the wall and retched directly.

"Hey... Big sister, I said you can't touch it, you see..."

On the contrary, hiding the night of the yellow and yellow things, and looking at the night, the face is shallow. "This is the mud sculpture that I finally did when I played with the students of the Devil's class yesterday. I still want to take it home in my room!"

Mud?

The freshmen were wide-eyed one by one, staring at the group of things in the hands of the night, and the mouth was twitching.

There are also new ear tips, and I heard the words of the magic class.

It’s a devil’s class called a waste class. Everyone’s students are working hard, learning hard, and the students of the Devil’s class play mud.

The new students think of the performance of the night in the training, and it is a pity that they are in the heart.

Obviously, it is a plastic talent, but it is assigned to a waste class, and also plays a mud with a group of waste.

It’s just ruining the night.

"Big sister, you crushed my mud sculpture! You have to pay for me!" The night clear seems to have not noticed the eyes of the people around, and he has to blame himself.

She is also wronged?

Does she want to let her lose her?

The night is light and the face is called a colorful, angry, just want to slap a palm to shoot the dead night.

The good end is put in the mud in the sleeves, but also put on an innocent look, the night is clear is to play with her!

The night was clear and charming, and I stared at the yellow and yellow material that was carried by the night. The face changed and changed my face. I covered my nose and hid behind it: "Big sister, you are like this, It seems to have caught a feeling of soaring..."

Not to mention okay, this said, the new students who are laughing and disgusting, can not help but laugh.

"Night clear, you..." The night's shallow face is full of hatred, and I want to smear the thing in my hand to the night.

But this raises his hand, and when he clears the night, he walks back a few steps, and his face looks disgusted.

And the yellow-yellow thing in her hand is thick.

After lifting his hand, the sticky mud fell from the hand to the ground in a small amount.

More like a shoal...

"The training time is coming soon, what are you doing, not a good team!"

Suddenly, a majestic and cold voice echoed like a Hong Zhong to the entire training ground.

(End of this chapter)