"My daughter looked at her photo with the boy, blocking her figure. The photo was beautiful. She took her palm away and the photo suddenly became inconsistent and ugly."

"Every time I go out, the boy introduces her, others will be surprised. Although the surprise is hidden very well, the keen daughter can clearly feel that the gaze pierces her heart like a knife. They are surprised, how could the perfect boy give birth to such an ugly monster?"

"As her daughter grows older, she enters the high school where the teenager teaches. She doesn't allow the teenager to say that she is his daughter. She hides in the dark and looks at the teenager."

"She found that there were many female students surrounding the teenagers. They had slender palms, sweet appearances, plump breasts, enchanting waists, and white thighs."

"She looked at her ugly body, and the fire of jealousy was rising. She looked at the female students eagerly. If she had those beautiful limbs, she and the boy could live in harmony."

"She was in pain, she was tormented, she was haggard. The boy cared about her, but it could only deepen her pain."

"She helps herself, she comforts herself, she tries to calm herself, she puts a mirror around the bed, forcing herself to look at the person in the mirror, and forcing herself to admit that she is like that."

"The desolation drove away jealousy, and the sadness brought relief, and her body gradually improved. The boy was very happy and took her to every grandfather's house to relax. After the birth of his daughter, the boy reached a reconciliation with his parents."

"It was an ancient house. Grandparents called back the teenager not just to see the granddaughter. A beautiful woman suddenly visited. When the teenager introduced her daughter, the woman's astonished gaze stinged her daughter's heart again. But this time the daughter did not make an excuse to leave, but forced a smile and talked to the woman. She had already let go of this matter."

"She had already let go of this. But late at night, while she was wandering around the house because of her depression, she found a note in the basement that had been accumulated for a long time, one without a name, which recorded the evil technique called "Sewing Technique".

"The emotions she suppressed grew up with her reading. With this book, she could sew someone else's body on her body."

"The trip to the countryside ended, and the boy took his daughter back to the city. The daughter hid the book in the closet. She knew that she could not do this, but her heart did not listen to her."

"The emotions in my heart are growing, bringing greater pain to my daughter. She tried hard not to let the boy realize that she could have suppressed her emotions, but that day was too coincidental. A female student who was wandering around the boy stayed at school very late in order to publish the blackboard newspaper."

"She picked up stones from the garden, and when the female student left, she attacked the other party at the corner of the corridor. She took the female student to her home and tied it to the basement. Her grandfather wanted her to inherit the family business and taught her some knowledge of anatomy. She first prepared the needle and thread needed for magic, and then picked up the saw. Looking at the female student's body, the most beautiful thing about the female student was the palm."

"The female student cried and begged, but she could not shake her daughter's heart. She cut off the other person's right arm. Next, she had to cut her right arm and sew her arms up. It was easy to cut others, it was difficult to cut herself, and the saw stuck on her bones. She couldn't finish it, and she cried desperately."

"The boy heard the movement, and he rushed into the basement and looked at the scene in shock."

"The daughter begged him to help her complete the remaining steps, she wanted those hands."

"The boy loved his daughter, so he took the saw. The daughter's technique and tools were too poor, and the cross section of her arm was too rough, so the bonding surface would be ugly after sewing. The boy then cut off his hand, gave it to his daughter, and sewed the student's hand himself."

"I got a new arm and my daughter was very happy. She hugged the boy intimately and touched the boy. The boy was happy because of his daughter's happiness. He handled the scene and cleared clues from the school."

"My daughter has been taking photos with the boy for a long time, but she only shows her own arms, only her beautiful arms."

"Soon, she is no longer satisfied with her arms, how can she be satisfied with only her arms?"

"She used the name of the boy to keep another student and attacked the other party. The magic was not something she could do. She begged the boy again, and the boy helped her again, this time with his legs."

"The boy realized that his daughter's desire was far from satisfying, so he started to act in order not to let his daughter take risks."

"Switching on the last head, the daughter danced in the basement, with a few blood oozing out of her neck, leaving marks on her white dress."

"She was a butterfly born from the blood, and accompanied by a crisp laugh, pounced on the boy's arms."

Xia Yi stopped.

The sky, the night skirt was red, and the burning round wheels appeared from the deep blue sky, pouring its light and heat to the earth, and the teaching building was shrouded in a fire.

After a while, the round wheel of fire turned golden, and a golden light shot into the hall, shining on Lian Batao's body, Ruozi's head, and Xia Yi's feet.

Ruozi and Yan Siyu have not yet come back to their senses from the story.

"What happened later?" Ruo Zi asked.

"This is really a good question." Xia Yi smiled, "Then maybe everything was fine, maybe the police solved the case, maybe the five dead people returned from hell and killed them."

"Excellent." Yan Siyu's lips were chapped, his chest was undulating, and every breath was like swallowing something.

He asked a childish question: "Why kill us?"

"Because I'm afraid." Xia Yi replied, "Top Ten Rises and Top 100 Former Teammates, what a terrifying title."

Yan Siyu twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled, and then. He was afraid, but he was actually afraid. He looked at Lian Batao's body turned into hair, and then looked at himself, smiling happily.

"Uh, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough." Yan Siyu suddenly started to cough. The cough became weaker and weaker. Without three breaths, he could not even cough, and his chest no longer had a fluctuation.

"The last question." He opened his lips inward and stared at Xia Yi with sunken eyes, "Who are you?"

Xia Yi stared at him for three seconds and smiled: "Didn't we just met a week ago?"

Yan Siyu's body froze, and he finally laughed loudly and his head tilted to the side.

The hall was silent, and dust drifted in the golden sunlight.

"Dead?" Ruo Zi asked.

"Who knows?" Xia Yi felt that Yan Siyu was dead, but maybe Yan Siyu had some props to pretend to die, and when they left, they would get up and go out by themselves.

What should I do? Xia Yi thought, lock him up to the fifth floor?

At this time, a sound came from the stairs, the sound of something rubbing against the floor tiles.
Chapter completed!