Screams echoed through the classroom, spreading fear and despair without bounds.
Someone tried to escape through a window but was seized by the hair by Hou Muyan and dragged back inside.
Red light flickered in Hou Muyan's bright eyes. The air conditioning in the classroom was turned up high, and the scent of blood couldn't dissipate, flooding their nostrils instead.
His blood boiled within him.
No one else could bring him such intense pleasure as Lu Xiaoyou did.
This was also the first time he had seen Lu Xiaoyou fight. The wooden yardstick in her hand slashed through the air, cold light flashing with every swing. Her eyes were extremely cold, anger and murderous intent hidden in the corners of her brows and eyes.
She didn't seem to be exacting revenge for herself, but rather seeking justice for others.
Her rampant killing was as if she had been through tens of thousands of battles.
"How many fights have you been in before?" Hou Muyan asked her during a break in the action.
