Chapter 345:

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Pu's long hair threw his hand on the bed.
"So, help you save this life, how should you let it be."
"no, do not want……"
"There is nothing in the world that I can't get, you are just the beginning!" Scarlett strode toward Pannalop.
"If you commit suicide, it's useless. It will stop everything. You can also liberate your freedom. Isn't this the blood of your family? Ah hahahahahahaha!!"
"I know!"
Suddenly Panna Lop issued a hysterical embarrassment, facing Scarlett, who was pressing hard, she had to make her own chips clear.
"I know who your backstage is!"
"Oh? Know how?" Obviously, this sentence attracted Scarlett's attention.
"This information will fall into the hands of suffering."
"Her words should have been clear for a long time, and this is not a threat at all."
"Kabaon..." Pannalop finally recovered at this time.
"No wonder, it is no wonder that your small duchy can block the hustle and bustle, and you hear that you have raped the sinners of the sinners but they are unscathed. It seems that he is all behind him."
"Well?" Scarlett frowned, but Panna Lop’s words were not over yet.
"You want to be clear. Although Kabion only covers his hand, it is not a panacea. If you kill it, you will not give him a chance."
"It seems that you are really desperate to die." Scarlett's face gradually faded into yin, even he did not know how this thing would make a woman know clearly.
Panna Lopp smiled and said faintly to Scarlett.
"I really want to die."
"Mom." Scarlett slowly put his hands into his pocket and spit on the floor.
"It’s really fucking, the is eating, and the grass mud horse is going to die.

Scarlett closed the door of the confinement room, while Pannalop still held her legs, only this time she sat on the bed.
"So the president, I will be the last member of the discipline committee here."
I have never worked together since I have been dead for so many years.
Do you want to change this Avalon?
Then, let’s try it out.
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"Caesar...
"I am." Caesar nodded to the president.
"Nothing, continue to do your thing." The president yelled and stopped, but he finally sighed. Caesar's eyes were dull, nodded and slowly left the office.
At the same time, unparalleled from the yin shadow, her brow wrinkles
"Caesar has his own thoughts."
"Do you have it?"
"But he always only knows about arbitrariness."
"People are human beings and not mechanical. With their own emotions, they will inevitably make different actions and results. Caesar does not want Pannalop to die there, then he will satisfy his wish." The president said, turned around. Looking out the window
"But sometimes, it is not kindness to continue the xing life."
Perhaps, it is just the beginning of another revenge.
"The president, the current disciplinary committee is also replaced by you. As the president of the student council, you should also serve as the chairman of the disciplinary committee. Coupled with the accident of the butterfly, I am afraid that you alone will be too busy."
"Busy but also to do it, this du tumor is placed in my hand, isn't it for me to deal with it? Such a good opportunity can not be wasted."
"..." Unparalleled nodded slightly
"President, then I have retired. If there is anything that needs to be done, please don't kneel down alone."
"I know." The president nodded slightly, and the unparalleled disappeared into the yin shadow again.
"Call..." Sighed with a deep sigh, and stretched out a lot. She had handled too many things in the past two days. Don’t say that Avalon’s work was done because of the sacred sacredness. She has been busy with her feet for a while.
At this time, a slight slamming sound came from outside the door.
"This strength... is Zamia?"
"This makes you know." Zamia's beautiful face burst into a charming smile, he slowly opened the threshold, a gorgeous aristocratic uniform with a fragrance.
"You are still the same in peacetime."
"There have been so many things happening. I have only a lot of work in my hands. How is it the same as in peacetime?" Zamia sat casually on a guest chair, and he looked at the butterfly on the floor before he was photographed. Corroded footprints, shaking his head slightly
"It seems to be looking for a carpenter."
"Isn't magic repaired?"
"This is a pillar of wood, which can be restored by magic."
"Magic is not omnipotent."
"Nothing is omnipotent."
"No..." The president shook his head and she smiled at the man who had never changed.
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