This person was indeed skilled in witchcraft, and she just lay down in a strange cabin and slept for a few dozen minutes, and she dispelled the pain that had been burrowing into the bone marrow for dozens of days and nights. Her legs, which had been judged to be broken, seemed to be eaten by thousands of ants, the swollen and blue legs, the horrible scarred legs, were now slender and well-proportioned, and the place where she once rotted had grown white flesh at some point, as before, knees, ankles, shins, no small scars could be found anywhere.

Oh, and her face

Verna looked at her face through the mirror, her once dry and dull hair was now like a waterfall pouring down, black as dripping ink, slender and slender, her eyes were more intoxicating like the starlight, the white and tender skin like mutton fat and white jade swept away the stains that could not be washed away from the body before, she gently touched her tender red lips, her bright white porcelain teeth flashed between her lips, she tried to imitate her sister's innocent and reckless laughter, but failed, she could not be as reckless as her sister, she thought of Xiaoqi from Yuting Station, She had taught herself another kind of seductive smile.

So Verna tried to put on this smile, but it looked like a false relief, empty, she didn't know if this almost flattering foolish smile could turn people upside down, but she only hoped that this smile would deceive a person, as long as it could deceive a person.

Her figure is slender and slender, not bewitching enough, not plump enough, but she also has her own unique charm. Yes, everything she has is out of step with the cold and humidity of the subway, but she has forgotten it. She forgot how many people she had been so sought after, obsessed, and that she had been immersed in her hatred during the time when she had lost her face, became filthy and smelly, and had crippled legs and feet, and the ghostly attitude of other men would never make her remember how much she had been favored by men.

Verri complained bitterly that God had given everything to herself, and now, Verna swore that she would use her present moment to bring her sister back, that she would rather her body rot and stink again, that her fingers would fester, that her face would continue to bleed, that one of her eyes would still be blurry, that she would rather have her legs and feet crippled and that she would be tormented by illness and bone injuries day and night, and that she would only want her sister back.

But nothing can be changed

Outside the window, the "greatsword" towered into the bleak clouds, and the desolate ruins were as alien to the silver-white tower as the sun-like tower, just as her countenance was as alien to her already shattered soul, and the abrupt contrast made her hesitate slightly.

The dagger, as if she had woken up from a dream for the first time, rummaged around, and finally found it, which she held carefully in her hand, and her mind kept thinking about what to do next. "Men are like that, they like white-skinned girls," this sentence suddenly sounded in her mind, and the undisguised smile of the maid resurfaced, "When you regain your appearance, those men will be fascinated by you, and they will bow down under your skirt, oh, do you like to wear skirts" She was suddenly scared

After that, she witnessed the first sunset she had seen on the ground, the large orange orange slowly falling on the distant horizon, several dry rivers rushing towards the direction of the setting sun like earth snakes, like dry fingers extending from the ruins, and in the distance, she saw a touch of blue, was that the nearest sea? The ocean wrapped in a continent as described in the book? She couldn't get an answer.

She always remembered that when she first came here, she was attracted by the beginning of the sun, and now she was able to see the sunset on the ground, which made her heart as silent as the Dead Sea a little wave, and she saw that there were many more unfamiliar faces, not those masked people who seemed to be dead and alive, but living children, and women walking back and forth, when did there be so many more people here?

She watched them in layers of glass

The courtyard separated by the hood was sown with the small fruit that had long been praised by everyone in the underworld, clusters of crimson flesh like jewels adorned on the dark brown vines, and the light green fan leaf petioles carefully covered the surrounding of the fruit bunches, and the stars in the night sky were no more complex than here, she thought to herself, this is his sorcery? She hadn't seen anything like this when she first came here, how the hell did he do it.

Suddenly someone approached her, and Verna clasped her fingers on the dagger and turned slightly, it was a girl, she knew, this girl was the girl who had followed the man in the first place.

"Vilna Venser" The masked girl bluntly said her name, "Hero of Grey River, I often heard stories about you when I was in 'school', and they all said you were heroic. ”

A dead man who should have been forgotten a long time ago, Verna looked directly at the girl, but she could only see two scarlet eyes, she wondered why the other party was hiding her face, but she soon knew why. The blonde-haired girl didn't hide anything from her, and she took off her mask, revealing the face she wanted to hide, and it was no wonder that the flames, the blood, and her own white skin were intertwined

The flame was familiar to her, and she vaguely remembered that she had seen a similar flame in her dreams, and she remembered that in the United Front of Neutral Sovereignty, in that long, deep underground tunnel, she had seen that kind of flame, it was another person, that person in a dream, one of the countless dreams

Verna covered her forehead, and only felt a burst of confusion in her mind, in that dream, she saw her sister surrounded by flames, but unlike her, her sister at that time had a pair of pale blue eyes, which was a color that only a dead person can have, cold, inorganic, like ice hidden in the deep sea, and her flames were the same, making her tremble just by looking at them, and the girl in front of her, her flames made her heart boil, it was a kind of hot feeling that she couldn't breathe, and Verna began to sweat a little on her forehead.

"Children of Darkness," she murmured, remembering an old awkward story her father had told her, "you"

"I'm just an orphan who was adopted," Wei Ning put on her mask again, the dull suffocation began to subside, she smiled and invited her to sit down, "Mr. Summer adopted me from the hall of Liberty Middle School, and those children, now they are all part of here, and my weird pattern is made by Mr. Summer," she sighed a little helplessly when she said this, "Everyone thinks that I have mysterious powers, and some people even say that I will destroy the world in the future, so I don't have any friends to play with me, if you don't mind, Let's have a chat with the two of us? ”

Chat? Verna didn't want to know too much about other people, she knew that the more she talked, the more she was exposed, and the girl in front of her was most likely the man's person. She shook her head in response, and stood up and walked away, hiding in a more secluded corner to calm down the throbbing she had caused by the strange pattern.

She observes the changes here in a leisurely and meticulous manner. She saw several young men with rifles near the gate, guarding a rusty, glassless scrap car that she had seen in books but never thought she would see it in action. She had also witnessed many young boys her age slip into the junk carts, staggering towards the smoking old factory in the distance in a puff of black smoke, and before long they came back crookedly with a large number of boxes.

In the distance, a mutant black claw swept through the broken arm of the ruins of the tall building, and then there was a noisy roar, and a flock of crows fluttered out of the windows between the buildings, making a sharp noise, and farther in the dark sky, several behemoths flapped their huge wings in the sky, passing through the clouds, leaving her with a ray of horror.

That is the legendary ground monster, and the most terrifying king since the ruins of the old days---- bat corpse? According to the diary of one of the few monsters of the Stalker, this mysterious sky overlord has always brought only death and panic, but the current scene has been unforgettable for a long time

When will humans be able to coexist with these monsters in the night sky? When can he share the evening sky with them and see the dawn of the old days, what means did he use?

All kinds of doubts filled her stomach, but she knew that she shouldn't be in it, she had more important things to do, and it was tonight.

She found Five, the man numbered on the perimeter of the base overhauling an old cannon, Vilna came to him against the whistling night wind, the man was still methodical about the task at hand, he had always been so indifferent?

"I want to find Mr. Summer," she remembered what the maid had said, "you shouldn't smile at men if you want them to help you," but her smile seemed to have no effect, and the man still looked like an indifferent dead man, but he informed Summer, who invited her to go up to the top of the tower and have dinner with him in an hour.

In preparation for the next meeting, she took a clean, hot bath, which she had never experienced before, and then sat in front of the vanity mirror for twenty minutes.

At Grey River Station, she was always seen in a military uniform in a trouser suit, because the skirt would let people know that she was still just a girl, and she would rather others think of her as a warrior in armor than dress up like a soft and weak beauty-loving girl, otherwise others would question her and laugh at her, so she kept an eye on that.

But now she doesn't know how to dress like a girl, and Aki has taught her that the shorter she dresses, the less she wears, and the sexier she is, the more she will attract the attention of men, especially for a beautiful girl like her, who is young and even immature. But

If you want to seduce him, you have to dress up sexy, you want to dress up sexy, Verna found that she didn't know what to do, she had no other clothes, no skirts, only a few ordinary work clothes hanging in the closet, although this disappointed her, but there was also a slight sense of happiness in her heart, the matter had come to this, she had no other way but to try, even this simple dress.

The next time I saw the black-haired man, it was at the top of the tower that described the long sword. Vilna looked around and saw that on the east-facing side of the room, a round arched glass side window occupied a third of the wall, from which she could look down on the ruins around her, and could see the barren plain in the distance, and also glimpse the blue of the sea. In the middle of the room, there is a light white round table full of metallic texture, two rippling crystal blue chairs rise from the ground, and on the round table, there are all kinds of delicacies, just smelling the hot boiling air is enough to make people's appetite move.

Verna recognized some of them, including tender boiled shrimp with mushrooms in sauce, gazpacho with eggs and lime nuts, pork soaked in fruit wine, milky white soup made of black crab, blind fish and tender tofu, honey-pickled roasted bat meat, refried beans tossed with cream and butter, and other dishes she couldn't even name.

He was so good at enjoying it, and Vilna remembered that when they first met, he ate nothing unusual, and it seemed that it was a good thing that becoming a merchant had taught him how to enjoy material desires, and she wished he could be so passionate about women. Full Book - Free Full Book Reading Network