"Providence? Heh" Tianzhu sneered: "Bai Wuchang, your words are inevitably a little too funny." Providence has made you black and white impermanence wrong to hook my soul? Providence made Hades allow me to be reborn in a reincarnation? Providence has sent my soul to an inexplicable place? What if I say you mean it? Well? With the end of the last voice, the boundless murderous aura on Tianzhu's body suddenly burst out.

Providence? When did she believe in this thing?

Bai Wuchang was suddenly speechless, and there was a cold sweat on his back. But I still don't know how to do it.

At this time, I only heard Hei Wuchang, who had never spoken, say: "Tianzhu, do you know why we chose you? ”

Silent, Tianzhu's eyes were a pair of five-year-old children's eyes, glowing with a murderous aura.

"Overbearing. Tough. He is a natural king, the master of all things. Hei Wuchang said quietly.

If you are stating some facts, this sentence is not an exaggeration at all when applied to the body of Tianzhu.

She has such great power, and she deserves such high praise.

Maybe it's just her

"My sister helped me, I really can't adapt to life here. There's nothing I can do about it. The little girl said weakly. Tears rolled down her pale little face.

There's nothing I can do about it.

I've got what I can do.

There's nothing I can do about it

The tide of memory is like a dense spider web, wrapping the whole person in it.

When she was three years old, she was the same.

Her happy family was shattered when she was three years old.

Overnight, she was hunted down by her enemies, and she was left with nothing.

There's nothing I can do about it.

The poor little girl crouched alone in the corner, her hands clasped on her knees, her face completely buried between her knees, and she whimpered in a low voice. There are no lights, just endless darkness. There is only hatred that is too big to end.

is like this, crying enough, no one gently wipes away her tears, and no one will take care of her in every way.

She had nothing left.

Looking up again, she raised an eerie, bloodthirsty smile. Darkness, erodes all.

The picture is cut and transformed again, on the streets of London.

An eight-year-old girl in a blood-red gown stands alone. In front of her was a hill of dead people, warm blood, spurting brains, rendering this gray alley even more bloody and violent.

The girl pulled up the last one, the guy she called the ant.

The man was still vomiting blood from his mouth, and he was not completely dead.

"Please, don't kill me, don't" The man's eyes were filled with horror that could not be concealed.

Beg?

What's that? I don't understand.

Tianzhu ignored the man, and only moved his thin arm. With a terrible scream, everything returned to tranquility.

"Click, click, click" is the sound of bones shattering.

The man's body was bent into a ball by the eight-year-old girl, and the strong and tall body was in the girl's eyes, just

Ant.

Like a breeze blowing willows, the girl gently picked up the ball in her hand.

Looking blankly at the pile of dead people in front of him, the blood donation fell down the sphere drop by drop, and even the broken bones, intestines, and brains

"Bang." After a loud bang, the orb was mercilessly thrown to the very top of the pile of dead men.

Thousands of people were killed.