Early in the morning, Nangata Toru's prayer post was delivered.

What is this murderous demon looking for her? It's nothing more than some rotten trick, or maybe he wants to sneer at her. Nan Xingtou is no different from a poisonous snake. But where is the good thing about her?

The sun shines in through the window, and it is warm, making the mountains feel cold.

The sunny rain in the world is like the decoration outside the window, and it is not painful for her.

Ling Luan stared at the prayer post on the table, but there was no twist and turn in his heart. Suddenly, she really didn't know what she was doing. The mind is full of the greedy people, the greedy people, the greedy people...... Ahh Where is her voice? From childhood to adulthood, she has been busy with so many things, day by day, all for the sake of the greedy clan. What is the purpose of your existence in this world?

No one cared about her joys and sorrows, and she didn't care about people either. This always made her vaguely feel that she was superfluous. In her heart, no one has ever lived. Anyone or anything that wanted to enter her heart was ordered by her father and killed. ...... This is how such a "good daughter" was cultivated.

Ling Luan's heart is empty, and he can't make waves when he sees almost anything. It is precisely because of no one's ties and emotions that Ling Luan can do things and work hard for the greedy people without blood. When Ling Luan slept at night, she would light a faint lamp, and as soon as the light went out, she woke up immediately. She's a monster in the dark, and she's terrified of the dark. It's just that the toughness and indifference on the outside made her so armed that even she thought she was a killing tool. It is shameful to have a tool for thinking. Tools don't deserve emotion.

What is death? What is it like to be alive? The thoughts of being alive, in general, are nothing more than close friends, relatives, and dreams...... And stick to your long-cherished wishes. Ling Luan even hated herself, let alone those relatives of the Wan clan? So what was she still insisting on? What was the point of her killing so many people?

Ling Luan suddenly realized a terrible truth: she could die for the Wan Clan, but she didn't want to live for the Wan Clan at all! The Wan Clan made her fall into an endless abyss, and it would only make her sink deeper and deeper, and what awaited her would only be eternal death......

Thinking of this, Ling Luan collapsed on the recliner for the first time in his history, completely relaxed. So weak, she doesn't look like that feared bloodthirsty demon anymore. Her breath and breath slowed down, leaving her brain empty...... Ling Luan deliberately hid her face and didn't look at the worship post, and when she thought of Nan Xingtou, a feeling of disdain swelled in her heart. There are many of these boring and exhausting people in the greedy clan......

Is she really going to be in the company of these people? It's suffocating!

Not only that, but there are also some people in the Wan clan who are extremely difficult to deal with, such as the one who can sing "The Cry of the Dead Thunder Baby...... Those people, all of them are like devil leaders, and they don't have any humanity at all.

Ling Luan gradually felt that he had lost a trace of human flavor, and it was better not to be out of the mother's womb. Since she was in charge of affairs, countless people have died by her hands. The world thinks that she is a wicked person with no heart, and she can't avoid it. Negotiating with her is like making a deal with the devil. Behind her back, they all sneered at her, and she knew all this.

Nothing to fuss about.

Everyone in the world has likes and dislikes, and she also has her own likes and dislikes. Renrui and Renhua, these things that people are eager for, she doesn't even look at them...... It's just that these crooked and dirty things are made by her...... It's ridiculous. Fate really used herself to disgust herself.

If a person is disgusted with what she does every day, then what is the meaning of her life...... Sure enough, I still can't escape this ultimate question. I can control the life and death of others, and I can arrange a person at any time to cut the queue on the road to death, but I can't give myself a way to escape...... Is this retribution? A person who has killed the life and happiness of others does not deserve a happy life......

Ling Luan is tired.

Yesterday, she had just done something big - she had finished the door full of evil men. The blood had not yet dried, and the bloody qi was still in her palm, which made her subconscious extremely painful and full of thoughts.

It was this incident that gave her a feeling of "waking up from a big dream". What the hell is she doing to kill children? Trick the sulfur ore secret art, squeeze the Evian Pavilion, kill the evil Koumen?...... The lives of all the people are in her hands.

She was confused. If one life is exchanged for another, and she only has one life, what will she take for these mountains of lives? Will she die a thousand times? Or will she be burned by fire for eternity?

The sound of the "cry of the dead thunder baby" has been frequently appearing in her nightmares recently.

The evil Koumen is not what she wants to kill, she is just a tool.

This can only be blamed on the evil Koumen, who killed Xiao Zhang's two sons. Xiao Zhang's family of the Guangren Gang is the adoptive father and adoptive mother of the "child". The evil Koumen robbed the "child" and killed Xiao Zhang's two sons...... The "child" held a grudge......

The appearance of the two people of the evil Koumen, Luo Ji and Luo Ji, lying in a pool of blood, made the mountains unforgettable. She still missed after all—Ling Luan Luan saw the faces of the two martial artists. Ever since she started killing, she had ordered herself not to look at the faces of the dead, so that she would never remember those who died at her hands.

She commanded herself to become a killing machine.

Ling Luan has been working hard for the devil, and he is also a devil. She was disgusted with herself.

The lives of more than a thousand people up and down the Evil Kou Gate all died in the hands of her Ling Luan Luan overnight...... Those two martial artists who looked at their faces were afraid that they would live in the nightmare of Ling Luan forever......

She had never felt so heavy. The debt of human life that has been accumulated all this time seems to have been asked for from her together. She couldn't even lift her eyelids, so she had to close her eyes and lie down in her chair.

On the other hand, although the matter of sulfur mining has been handed over to my father, my heart is still in charge. She is used to carrying the affairs of the family and the clan alone. She couldn't trust those people...... Why does she have so many things to deal with? Is she not worthy of joy in this world? She is not worthy. She deprives mountains of joy from their piles of people......

The weather outside has cleared, and the mood of the mountains seems to be still in the ice and snow. She couldn't understand why those stupid people could be so happy when they saw the weather clear. The blood on her hands was like a roaring beast, devouring her heart and roaring in her ears.

Ling Luanluan's maid, Ling Ke'er, didn't dare to say anything when she saw Ling Luanluan's appearance on the side.

Chapter 106: The Endless End of Death