The Word of Doomsday Rebirth

Chapter 75 Rose Flower Demon - Seven Emotions and Six Desires

Yang Yayin covered her face and wept, her voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish.

The cat whose name was called suddenly twitched and fell to the ground. A slit as thick as a little finger was slashed into its stomach, a straight line from neck to tail. The bright and dazzling blood color stood out against the white snow.

Yang Yayin screamed unbearably.

The cat's intestines were pulled on the snow, blood flowed all over the ground, and the beautiful blue eyes were dug out and placed on the ground.

Yang Yayin watched the whole process of the white cat's death trembling.

Suddenly, the dead white cat stood up strangely again.

The corners of the torn mouth were raised high to both sides, the empty and dark eye sockets were staring straight at her direction, two bloody tears slipped from the eye sockets and dripped on the snow.

It also dripped on Yang Yayin's nerves that were on the verge of collapse.

The blood from the white cat suddenly gathered together on the white ground, forming a few lines of words.

Why do you want to rip my stomach open?

Why goug out my eyes?

Why lie to my master?

why why why!
Yang Yayin murmured insanely, "Why...why..."

Yang Yayin felt that her stomach hurt so badly, just like she cut Xuexue's stomach with a pencil, it hurt so badly.

My eyes hurt too.

The feeling of being gouged out was so painful... She screamed in pain, but no one came to help her.

She felt the blood flow out drop by drop, slowly.

Feel the decay of life.

She was so scared.

Brother...Mom...help me...

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Not far away, a cat looked back at her, flicked its tail, and walked away.

snow snow.

Ouyang Yunfeng's cat.

The white cat that was tortured to death by Yang Yayin in her childhood.

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Wu Zhi is also experiencing the experience that once destroyed her.

The pale and sickly beautiful young man lay on the sofa and smiled at her, his silver hair gleaming in the sun.

Dyeing her hair silver was the only time she let him do something she liked regardless of his body.

The young man's pale face was full of joy, "Sister, do you look good?"

Wu Zhi stared blankly, then walked over and knelt down beside the young man, "It's pretty..."

A thin layer of pink appeared on the young man's face, like the best rouge, softly smudged, he seemed shy, and gave Wu Zhi a shy look, "Sister, I want to go to the amusement park one more time."

Wu Zhi stared at him blankly, then shook her head, "Ah Qing, shall we go after you recover?"

The young man lowered his head gently, his fine bangs covered his picturesque eyebrows, feeling depressed and lost.

Quiet like a lifeless porcelain doll.

The young man's body began to collapse in front of Wu Zhi's eyes.

Clumps of soft Huashun's silver hair fluttered in the air and then fell to the ground.

Wu Zhi opened her eyes wide, rushed over and hugged him tightly, "Ah Qing! Ah Qing! Sister will take you there, take you there, go now!"

The young man's eyes were full of desolation, and he let her be hugged meekly, his voice was ethereal and ethereal.

"Sister, the doll you gave me was lost by my aunt."

"She tore the doll apart and threw it in the trash...I can't find it anymore..."

A sour and monstrous anger filled Wu Zhi's heart, her voice was trembling, "Sister, sister will make you another...one me, one you, and another mother, okay?"

The young man's hand, as thin as a dead wood, fell down.

"That's too late……"

The young man in his arms passed away quietly like the fallen fireworks, and the scene in the living room was torn apart and put back together again.

This time, it was Wu Zhi's room.

Wu Zhi's face still bears the numbness of a loved one dying again.

The phone rang suddenly, and she realized that she had taken a mobile phone at some point.

She didn't answer, just stood apathetic.

The phone connected by itself.

With the accent unique to Jiangnan beauties, the voice of the person on the other side was gentle and thin, "Mianmian, Ah Qing is here with me, bring your property transfer letter and come to see me at the old place."

Wu Zhi was a little dazed, she asked, who are you?
The woman on the opposite side smiled coquettishly, with a lingering and pathetic ending, delicate and weak, "Mian Mian, Ah Qing is going to die, you don't want to see him for the last time?"

the last side...

Wu Zhi suddenly covered her heart, took a few heavy breaths, and burst out with hatred, "Yun, Zhi, Shi!"

The mobile phone was smashed to the ground by her, and the parts splashed all over the ground.

Wu Zhi rushed out the door, and ran down the road that she would never forget for all her lifetimes.

The boy sat in the wheelchair almost lifelessly.

But Wu Zhi knew that the boy was still alive.

The intense running made her breathe heavily, and her chest felt nauseated.

Standing beside the boy was a petite woman in a pink cheongsam with black hair. The woman was nestling in the arms of a tall man with meticulously combed hair.

The seductive fox eyes looked at her tenderly, and there was a dark red tear mole under the corner of the eye.

Yun Zhishi and Nangong yearn for it.

Her stepmother, her biological father!
Nangong's yearning and cold eyes fell on his young and beautiful daughter, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, "You and your mother are really alike."

Wu Zhi straightened her waist, her eyes were indifferent, except for Nan Gongqing, she saw no other living figures in her eyes.

Wu Zhi stood with her back straight, "I'll give you everything about the Nangong family, and give me back Ah Qing."

Yun Zhishi looked at her with pity, and his eyes were red, "What a poor child, hand it over earlier, and your brother won't have to suffer like this."

"This pain was brought to him by your sister. It's really pitiful."

"Son, you have to remember that this is your sister. She is willing to give up only if you are going to die."

Wu Zhi clenched her fists tightly, her nails sunk deep into the delicate flesh of her palm, overflowing with traces of blood.

Wu Zhi threw the property transfer document over, and Nangong Qing was also pushed over with one hand, almost falling to the ground.

Wu Zhi took a few steps forward to stabilize him.

The same scene as in the previous world.

It's just that Wu Zhi's heart-piercing questioning is missing.

This time... Qing's death should be avoided...

A gunshot accompanied by howling winds shot towards her heart.

Wu Zhi had been on guard for a long time, but found that she couldn't move.

"elder sister!"

The boy tried his best to stand up and stand in front of her.

There was the sound of bullets piercing flesh and blood.

Wu Zhi's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

The sick and weak boy slipped and fell to the ground.

Wu Zhi heard her own voice in a trance, with trembling and fear, "Ah Qing...you know my heart is on the right side, why..."

Blood overflowed from the corner of the boy's mouth, but he smiled, "Sister, don't get hurt..."

I don't want to be your burden.

Yun Zhishi and Nangong Xiangxiang disappeared in place.

Wu Zhi smiled.

A silver light flashed across the fingertips.

The cut made by the dagger in the wrist is deep enough to show the bone.

Bringing back her sobriety, also took away her life.

The sun was blocked by dark clouds.

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A broken doll, wearing the same clothes as Nangong Wuzhi, with a smile on its mouth stitched with red needles.

Sitting quietly on the lid of the trash can, looking at the person lying in a pool of blood in the distance with a little love in his eyes.

The clothes on the doll were stained blood.

She was cheerful and happy, "Ah Ching, Ah Ching, this is a gift for you."

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A doll made of Wu Zhi.

It was a gift to Nangong Qing.

It was the broken doll that Yun Zhishi threw in the trash can.

The blood-smelling air and the red blood mist slowly dissipated.

The doll smiled.

She laughed and said, "Sister."

Hello there.

　When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly heard a cat meowing outside, which made my hands tremble a little. At the same time, I also hope that all the lovely readers who raise fur children can treat fur children well.

　　All things have spirit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)