"Oh, yes, after all, there is such a skin, you humans are really superficial and disgusting"

The fierce slap was thrown over unexpectedly, and Anyang's jawbone made a dull collision.

"Little slut, it seems that Director Yan hasn't trained you well."

His head was slammed against the wooden plank beneath him, sharp barbs scraped through his skin, and viscous blood flowed down his cheeks, and his fair skin was instantly dyed blood red.

An Yang giggled, his crazy appearance in exchange for more ferocious treatment. The cold and hard soles kicked her body, and she had a posture of not giving up.

Anyang is like a rag doll, with blood and broken internal organs, spitting out mouthfuls and mouthfuls.

There was a buzz around, as if countless bees had gathered together.

"Boss, you're going to kick people to death."

"This kind of slut doesn't clean up, and he doesn't know how many catties and taels he has. It's just a guy who came out to sell, and he dared to pretend to be garlic in front of me" A mouthful of hot phlegm spit out in the dust, splashing a thin layer of dust.

"The words over there can't let people have an accident again, you kicked like this, what do we brothers do"

"Why aren't the chicks outside enough, you guys have to worry about this cheap thing" grabbed the top of An Yang's head and dragged her up from the ground.

"I warn you, you," the owner of the black boots said before his blood-stained fingers abruptly lifted up and stabbed straight into his neck.

In the terrified eyes of the people around him, he was still alive before, and his head was torn off.

"Ahh

Blood sprayed on the nearest person, and in the terrible scream, An Yang's body fell heavily to the ground.

She giggled, her long blonde hair moving in the wind.

"Human beings are all despicable things. It's disgusting."

After being stunned for a moment, the people around immediately reacted, and they immediately took out the knives they carried with them and slashed at An Yang.

Under the distorted and angry faces, An Yang got up from the ground in embarrassment.

Her fair skin was stained with blood, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a terrifying smile, like a Shura crawling out of hell, and her weak body burst out with infinite power.

All the sounds were silent for a moment, and the stream of blood gurgled on the dusty ground.

"Bang"

Leaning weakly against the door, the rusty door crumbling.

The long-lost sunlight sprinkled on Anyang's blood-stained face, and the autumn breeze wrapped her body, but she could no longer feel the cold.

"Giggles" broke laughter from the throat coughing up blood, and the whimpering sound seemed to indict the injustice of fate.

System: Host, you're so scary what you did to provoke them, I thought you were going to die at that moment.

Anyang: There are gains and losses. I said that if I want to abuse Yan Mo, I will definitely not be merciful.

System: Woo woo, host, you're being too yourself. But now that there are no more people alive, can you stop coughing up blood, it sounds so uncomfortable.

Anyang: You'll find out the reason later.

After speaking, she bracked herself up and walked out step by step.

After the explosion of strength, her body could barely walk against the wall, and the long-withered grass and trees around the warehouse cut into her ankles little by little.