Quick Transmigration Sends Warmth to the Villain Boss

Chapter 1798 The domineering school grass falls in love with me: extra comfortable
"Let go of me, let me go if you have the ability, we are fighting for 300 rounds."

"Okay!" Nuan Nuan didn't want to let go of his hand. After Mo Nanjue got the release, he looked at his limp hand and knew that his arm was taken off by Nuan Nuan. It doesn't matter that he was careless just now. Now, even with only one arm, he can beat warm enough, and now he is getting serious.

He rushed towards Nuannuan, using 12 points of strength, and now he is really angry!

Nuan sneered, and pressed his left hand with a finger.

Now Mo Nanjue was even more surprised: "How come?"

"As I said, I can kill you with one hand. I gave you a chance just now. It seems that you have so many poor performances. Now it's my turn to give you back." She looked at him with a smile One glance, and then, with one hand, he also took off his left hand.

Not only that, Nuan Nuan also bowed left and right, up and down, and kicked him twice in his face. Poor Mo Nanjue didn't have the strength to fight back at all. He felt the shame in his life when he was punched and kicked by Nuan Nuan. , and even a little skeptical about life.

How could the power of warmth be so great?Is she still a woman?Women are not so cruel, no, she is not human.

Thinking about these things in a mess in my heart, Nuan Nuan was relentless, and beat him so hard that he couldn't find his way.

This beating lasted for five or six minutes before Nuannuan stopped. In fact, she was still a little bit unsatisfied!
Beating up scum is her favorite thing to do. A big boy clearly knows that it's not her fault, but he still tries his best to trouble her and beat her. She beats a girl, a girl who looks particularly weak , this kind of person is not a scum, what else could it be?Warmth will replace social lessons to teach him.

After playing well, Nuan Nuan didn't want to stop, but now that the class time has come, she had to let go.

"This is just to teach you a little lesson. Let me tell you, don't bully me in the future, and don't let me see you bullying others, or I will serve you with fists."

After finishing speaking, Wen Nuan squeezed his arms.

Mo Nanjue showed a terrified expression on his face: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course it is to put your arm back! Don't be so afraid, I will be very gentle." She said with a force in her hand.

"Ah!" Mo Nanjue screamed again, with a proper embarrassed expression on Wen Nuan's face: "Oh, I'm so sorry, my strength is a bit wrong, do it again." She started again.

Wen Nuan corrected his arm three or four times, and the tortured Mo Nanjue was a little bit worse than death.

"Woman, I advise you to kill me quickly, or I will make you look good."

"No, no, no, this is a civilized legal society. How could a good boy like me do such a thing as murder? Don't think too much about it." The last time, Wen Nuan installed his arm, " Okay, you're done, I'm going back to class."

After this series of tossing, Nuan Nuan was successfully late for class, but the teacher didn't say anything, as long as Nuan Nuan returned to her seat.

For the warmth of being late this time, it is still very worthwhile. There is nothing happier than this when I taught a scumbag a lesson. She is in a good mood and she is particularly comfortable studying.
(End of this chapter)