Chapter 441

"The sickle of death..." Yang Zijun was surprised. He was even more surprised and frightened than when he saw a sniper sniping Si Tong by the river and witnessed his strength.

Similarly, Wu Zhiyue, whose face changed greatly, inadvertently recalled the Si Tong who released the red pupil by the stream that day. She looked at Si Tong: "Tong Tong!?"

"No! It's impossible! No, can, can!" Wei Qi looked at Si Tong like magic. The other shore flower flew away, and a giant sickle appeared in her hand.

The legendary sickle of death!

"Fake! It must be fake, hehe." Wei Qi comforted herself.

"Death's sickle, how can there be? Everyone is surprised. She's bluffing." Wei Qi said plausibly.

As soon as they heard it, it was really like that.

A giant sickle appears here.

At most, they were surprised that Si Tong could do magic and change a giant sickle.

It will never connect Si Tong with the God of death or the God of hell.

"That knife, should also be false, ha ha, isn't it a fake knife without a blade." Wei Qi just finished.

She suddenly felt a chill on her head.

Something crossed his head.

"Ah! Qiqi, your hair!" cried Wei Qi's friend.

Just then, Si Tong held the giant sickle in one hand, as if holding it in her hand, just as light as a feather. She swept the crescent shaped huge sickle blade of the giant sickle to the horizontal side of Wei Qi's head.

"It hasn't been used for a long time. It seems that its sharpness is still unabated." Si Tong took back the blade with one hand and gently rubbed his slender fingers on the crescent sickle blade of the giant sickle.

This giant sickle is not only open, but also extremely sharp!

Swept by the giant sickle.

Just listen to the "whoosh".

Wei Qi's head

Bald!

The central part of her hair and the ponytail tied high were swept by a giant sickle, like being cut by a barber. A large piece of long hair in the middle was cut off!

I don't know whether Si Tong is intentional or unintentional.

Wei Qi's hair on both sides was still there, but just in the middle, the lump of black hair was shaved.

Just like

The hairstyle as like as two peas in their business class.

A teenage girl was shaved bald on the spot!

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Those students who did not dare to approach here were shocked and confused when they saw Si Tong's huge sickle.

But when Wei Qi was shaved bald, everyone burst into laughter.

The kind of belly laugh.

Yang Zijun, watermelon head man, a group of people who stood on Wei Qi's side, couldn't help laughing.

"You, you..." Wei Qi couldn't see her appearance. She held her chilly scalp and cried angrily.

"Si Tong is a student of our class. You people from other classes, get out!"

"Yes! Si Tong is the favorite of our class. She wants to fight a group fight. Come on! There are more people than me?"

The boys and girls in Si Tong's class all stood up, raised their sleeves and shouted with Wei Qi and others.

Si Tong let the bald teacher eat flat, but also won a lot of time for everyone to go out and play, and made everyone's life fun. The classmates have regarded Si Tong as a God.

Seeing this, Wei Qi had no time to think about how the giant sickle was changed by Si Tong, and immediately ran away.

"Si Tong, lend me this thing. I'll use it instead of a sickle to harvest rice. It must be fast!"

Seeing a group of Wei Qi walking, a boy in the class looked at the huge and cool sickle in Si Tong's hand and said with envy.

Si Tong blinked faintly, but did not hide and pinch, and handed the giant sickle.

"I'm coming!" the boy caught the giant sickle and wanted to sweep and cut the rice with the giant sickle like Si Tong.

And the man was crushed in the rice field by the heavy sickle of the God of death.

"Oh! I'll go! How heavy is this thing? My stomach is squashed!" the boy howled.

Yang Zijun and others didn't go far. They turned around and were stunned.

Everyone heard Si Tong's cool voice and faintly sounded:

"It doesn't weigh much. It's only 500 kilograms."