Tears and sweat were mixed on her delicate little face.
Like an injured little animal nestling alone in a corner and licking its wounds, Xuanyuan Yehan shuddered, and a dark color entered his peach blossom eyes. His wheat-colored fingers twisted up the long hanging sleeves, and with a slight lift, he looked at Murong Li's delicate face.
Wipe it on your little face.
Wiping away her tears and sweat.
Her hands were still waving restlessly. She was scared, she was really scared...
She didn't want to experience this kind of life again... What if she wasn't a soul that traveled from another world, and she was always Murong Li?
However, there is never an if.
Her hands were stained with blood, stained with the ugliness of the world.
No one knows that every time she kills someone, she will regret it thousands of times in her heart.
In her previous life, she always woke up from terrible nightmares, and those she killed appeared in her dreams asking for their lives.
She is afraid, she is really afraid. However, even if she is afraid, she cannot show it. She has to hide all her fears well.
Murong Li wanted to struggle out of this endless nightmare. She didn't want to think of these memories. She didn't want... She never wanted to have those dirty memories again.
The tears became more intense, and her hands became more restless, hitting whatever she encountered.
Being slapped hard by her little hands, she seemed to be venting her anger, as if she wanted to burst out all her forbearance.
"You all go to hell! You all go to hell!"
A cold voice suddenly overflowed from Murong Li's little mouth. The cold voice was like the god of death crawling out from the eighteenth floor of hell, ruthlessly harvesting everyone's lives.
However, such a voice did not scare Xuanyuan Yehan. On the contrary, it made Xuanyuan Yehan even more distressed. He was curious about what happened to Murong Li? Who hurt her so deeply...
Taohua's eyes flashed with murderous intent. If he, Xuanyuan Yehan, was asked to find the person who hurt Murong Li, he would definitely not let him go!
At this time, in her dream, she dreamed that she was standing among a pile of corpses, with a cold smile on her face, and that smile contained a touch of joy of successful revenge.
She dreamed that she was ruthless like a god of death, harvesting the lives of everyone in the mafia, and there was a murderous smile on her lips from beginning to end. She would kill everyone who had insulted her.
She trampled them under her feet and no matter how they begged for mercy, she never let them go and killed their names with one blow.
She dreamed that she held a dagger in her hand and came to the mafia boss, to the man who had given her all the shame, pain and sorrow. She did not rush to kill him, but took off his legs.
Chop it into pieces and stuff it into his mouth, let him swallow it, let him swallow his own flesh and blood alive.
She dreamed that the mafia boss looked at her in disbelief and with horror on his face. That expression made her feel an unprecedented pleasure and satisfied her revengeful heart. When she saw him eating her own flesh and blood
, she laughed arrogantly, and she let him experience the pain she experienced.
She dreamed that she took the mafia boss who had broken his leg and ate his own flesh and blood to see that the mafia he had built was destroyed by one of his forbidden hands. She made him despair, and she gave him double despair. She
The thing that penetrated her body every day from the mafia boss was cut off, and it was this thing that brought her endless humiliation.
She dreamed that she trampled under her feet the thing that he had humiliated her with, fed it to the sow, and saw the frightened eyes of the mafia boss gradually collapsed and turned cloudy. She smiled with satisfaction, and solved the mafia boss's name with one knife.
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Murong Li's emotions became more and more out of control, and she clenched her fists and swung them harder on Xuanyuan Yehan's body. She was almost hysterical, and she almost used up all her strength.
"Xiao Li'er...!" Xuanyuan Ye coldly called Murong Li, but still did not get any answer from Murong Li.
Until Murong Li's fist hit him more violently, he originally wanted to fight back, but when he saw Murong Li's painful little face, he lowered his hand and gave up the fight.
Zhizhi was punched away by Murong Li, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Xuanyuan Yehan didn't even think about how Murong Li's power could suddenly become so powerful until he was knocked unconscious by this powerful punch.
After knocking Xuanyuan Yehan away, Murong Li suddenly fell from his arms to the ground. After falling to the ground, Murong Li still waved her hands vigorously.
She was dirty, her hands were covered in other people's blood.
The choking sound became louder and louder, and Murong Li cried out in pain. Her voice gradually became hoarse as she cried——
Until she was tired from crying and struggling, Murong Li slowly calmed down, as if she had no breathing. Her sleeping face was extremely quiet, and she just lay on the ground quietly.
It was as if she had never been hysterical before.
But her body rolling on the ground in pain, and the blood stains pricked by thorns, were all reminders of what had just happened.
She slept there quietly, her delicate little face looking extremely peaceful.
A pair of lips that were originally rosy now became pale and weak.
This peaceful look clearly shows that Murong Li will live in that nightmare forever and cannot extricate herself. She will never wake up from this nightmare until she dies.
The sky gradually became brighter.
Two people were lying in the thorny field, neither of them showing any sign of waking up.
If someone were here at this time, walked up to Murong Li and touched her, they would definitely find that Murong Li's body was terrifyingly cold, as if she was a lifeless person.
It was as if she had lost her life and all that was left here was a shell.
Looking at Murong Li, you will find that her quiet movements have not changed since she stopped crying in the night, and even her expression has not changed at all.
At the other end of Death Valley, Jing Liu covered his heart, feeling suffocating heartache from his left chest.
Jing Liu stopped moving forward and stood there, feeling the suffocating heartache carefully.
The pair of pale eyes that are deep enough become deeper and deeper, like a vast ocean that cannot be seen, with no bottom. Faintly in a trance, those absolutely magnificent eyes seem to pass through thousands of rivers and mountains, and overcome all obstacles.
See another world.
The suffocating heartache caused Jing Liu's whole body to feel a dull pain, as if thousands of needles were piercing his body at the same time.
Jing Liu's usually calm mind felt a little complicated at this moment.
Complexity flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting.