Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le pursed her lips and let go of his hand.

The booing over there was getting louder and louder, but Song Le couldn't listen to it any more.

Since she doesn't have the ability to control it, it's better for her to turn a blind eye to it....

It's her own business that she can't live with her conscience.

Shi Zhuo was let go, stunned for a moment, at a loss for a moment.

"Sister."

"Since we don't care, let's go." Song Le tried his best to block out the screams and laughter over there, and looked up at him seriously, as if nothing happened.

Obviously not angry or awkward, but there seemed to be some kind of alienation in her eyes, which made Shizhuo slightly startled.

Then he unconsciously lowered his eyes, feeling agitated in his heart, feeling that the alienation was dazzling.

I don't want her to control everyone except him, but how can she be disappointed in him because of others?

Shi Zhuo squeezed her palm, and suddenly smiled beautifully: "Don't worry, I don't care, I will do whatever Senior Sister wants me to do, okay?"

Song Le couldn't help but be taken aback by that obviously flattering tone. He blinked his eyes, and the slight emotions just now were swept away, and he was at a loss instead.

"Don't do this, if you don't want to..." Song Le frowned and hesitated.

"I am willing, but because of you." Ke Shizhuo had already leaned over, kissed the corner of her lips lightly, and then walked over there.

Song Le came back to his senses and hurriedly followed.

The girl had been resisting to lick the dirty soup on the ground and other people's shoes before, but she would be beaten painfully if she refused to obey. The moment I opened my mouth, tears and snot flowed down together.

Just when the tip of the tongue was about to touch the dark soup, a sweet and cool voice sounded, like a smile but not a smile: "Is it fun?"

Momentary silence.

dead-

Even Song Le's footsteps were frightened, and he paused involuntarily.

Not to mention those girls who are venting and enjoying themselves, as well as those who are watching enthusiastically.

All eyes focused on Shizhuo who was walking slowly, either admired or obsessed, or feared or flinched.

"Talk." Shi Zhuo looked at those girls lightly, playing with taste, and his eyes fell on one of them. The man's foot was still stepping on the girl's ankle, and he had already stopped stiffly.

Several people were too frightened to move, and none of the people present dared to make a sound.

Standing behind Shi Zhuo, Song Le suddenly discovered for the first time that Shi Zhuo is an extremely terrifying existence, otherwise there would be no deterrent effect.

"Don't talk...then let me suggest a new way to play, how about it." On the beautiful face, tenderness and cruelty coexist, Shi Zhuo said with a smile.

... dead silence.Dead silence.Dead silence.

Song Le finally looked at those girls like dogs, licking the disgusting soup on the ground in fear until they licked it all up, a strong discomfort surged in his stomach, but he showed no sympathy.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect.

The girl from before was trembling and hiding in the corner at this moment, shaking her head slightly like crazy, begging for mercy, in a panic.

Maybe it was because the school uniforms of the two were the same, or maybe the girl looked very young, but she persisted for so long without giving in. Seeing her like this, Song Le couldn't hold back.

Subconsciously walked over and handed out the handkerchief.

"Here, it's okay." Gently stuffing it into her hand covering her ears, Song Le was afraid that Shi Zhuo would get angry, so she didn't dare to say more, so she turned and left.

Ke Shizhuo had already seen this scene, half-closed his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were secretive.

But the moment she walked back and held him again, she smiled brightly and innocently.