The young lady reborn at the end of the world is frivolous

Chapter 221 Crazy Woman

Those silver-white lights were like thousands of small knives, suspended around An Zixuan's body, cutting his body one by one.

In just a few breaths, his body was covered in cuts and bruises.

There were dozens of small wounds on his body, big and small, neither big nor fatal, but the pain was unbearable.

For a moment, without stopping, those threads of light flickered, extremely sharp, like the light of a knife.

One wound was left on An Zixuan's body time and time again, as if he hadn't received a pardon, they would never end.

An Zixuan's face was as gloomy as the bottom of the deep sea, his hands were clenched into fists, his veins were bulging, his face was pale and unbearable.

He fixed his eyes on Zhang Xian with hatred, wishing he could poke a hole in her body.

What kind of hatred?
With this kind of criminal law, let him die, even if he wants to die, it's like hundreds of man-eating ants are gnawing on him with their sharp teeth.

Dense pain came from all over the body.

On his porcelain white face, there were bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down densely.

One by one, like rain, dripping on the floor.

The floor was soon covered with a large area of ​​water stains.

An Zixuan's beautiful eyes were already bloodshot, and the whites of the eyes were all red and bloodshot.

A very handsome face has turned ferocious.

Gritting his teeth, he saved up a little bit of power that survived the short nap, and fought back with all his might.

However, as soon as the two or three silver needles were sent out, they were blown away by Mu Yu's blue-purple lightning, and there was no trace of them anymore.

The silver light continued, hurting An Zixuan.

"what……"

"Ah...why, madman, mad woman!"

An Zixuan completely collapsed, his eyes were scarlet, he roared and cursed angrily.

Why not give yourself a good time.

Why torture yourself like this?
He couldn't bear it anymore, because his mind remained awake all the time, and the pain, bone erosion, went deep into the bone marrow.

Zhang Xian's fair face was calm, her expression was indifferent, and she looked at An Zixuan extremely coldly.

Vermilion lips and white teeth, bright eyes and kind eyes even have a hint of a smile.

Sarcasm, ridicule.

Why?

That's right, in this life, she and An Zixuan didn't know each other and had no communication.

Not to mention where the hatred came from.

Even in the last days, people still obediently stayed in their own territory, and did not do any heinous things.

Why did I see the icon less than the size of a fist at a glance that day.

And, also firmly remember, go deep into the bone marrow, and don't want to waste any time.

In the middle of the night, I took Mu Yu to look for it, and found it.

Zhang Xian's icy eyes were full of sneer.

why?
why?

She looked at An Zixuan's delicate and elegant face as white as jade, and the chill in her eyes grew even worse.

This face, she is not unfamiliar at all, very familiar.

Even, whether it is death or rebirth.

She couldn't even forget it. Once the memory engraved in her bones was aroused, it was like the tide of the Qiantang River, surging in.

Even if you want to press the lid and cover it, that won't work, there is no way.

Have you ever seen boiling water?
The lid on the top was bang bang bang bang bang, and if you tried to close it tightly, you'd get scalded by the steaming white steam.

So you have no choice but to let those suffocating memories roar in.

It fills every nerve of yours, as if it is about to burst them, and immediately drips with blood.

(End of this chapter)