In his palm, there was a sharp and ferocious mouth. From the mouth, a small apple was spat out.
The ring had been pulled out.
The old principal just sat quietly by the table without any intention of resisting.
On the other hand, number seven, who was beside the old principal, suddenly jumped up. She pursed her lips and did not say a word. She raised her hand to grab the little apple and threw it out of the window. Then, she held a knife in her hand and swung it. With a Swoosh, she cut off number three's arm.
"Chi Chi Chi ..."
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of air being cut. A pale shadow flashed quickly. Little nineteen's body was torn apart and rushed in front of him.
She held a sharp knife in each of her hands, and she stabbed the old principal with it.
At the same time, number eight turned around and pulled his silver box in front of him, opening it with a click.
His body seemed to have turned into seven or eight overlapping shadows in an instant.
