Rebirth of the Revenge Queen

Long Tianqi sat with Vera's body in his arms for the whole night. The next day, he looked at the devastated mansion and the corpses that were being carried out from the backyard. He made a big decision.    

After that, someone quickly revealed the matter of the laboratory.    

It was only then that everyone understood that there was a terrorist organization in the PowerPoint Lab. This incident was caused by this PowerPoint Lab.    

With the help of the kind-hearted people, the various forces had found the location of the PowerPoint laboratory and were ready to break in. However, the laboratory's military strength was also very strong, and the attack was fruitless. Soon, the war had reached a stalemate.    

Later, it was the Yuan Family who had returned from abroad. The alliance of foreign forces had brought a new turn of events to the war.    

The PowerPoint Laboratory was still breached.    

In the intense battle between the two parties, a figure as fast as lightning broke through many obstacles and appeared in Zhang Ya's office.    

"Killing God of Wan Family. " Zhang Ya did not feel surprised when she saw the person who came. She held her chin with both hands and had a smile on the corner of her mouth.    

The person's eyes were gloomy and he glared at her with hatred. His hands were hanging by his side and he held a gun in his hand.    

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhang Ya slightly tilted her head and said, "I heard that you have been mute for a long time. These two years, under the treatment of a famous doctor, you were barely able to speak. "    

"Is it true?" Zhang Ya asked.    

There was nothing to tell her. The person raised his hand and pointed the gun at Zhang Ya.    

"Everyone wants to kill me. You are the first one to come here. " Zhang Ya looked at this person with a praising look in her eyes. "Say it and give me a reason. Do you want to be a hero or do you want a sky-high reward?"    

"Ah Ke is dead. " This person looked at Zhang Ya and said, "You killed my sister. "    

. . . "" The smile on Zhang Ya's lips stiffen but in the end, she nodded and said, "It is a good reason. "    

"You deserve to die. " This person's hand was shaking slightly.    

His sister, who had always been close to him since young, had died in this premeditated and meaningless killing of poison just like that.    

How could he be willing!?    

"Although the reason is very sufficient, I can't die for the time being. " Zhang Ya's hand reached for the button on the table. "Sorry. "    

When she did not see the world she wanted to see, she could not die yet.    

Seeing Zhang Ya press the button, the person who came wanted to pull the trigger but found that his body could not move.    

He looked at Zhang Ya in disbelief. What was going on? Why could his body not be controlled?    

"From the moment you stepped into this laboratory, you took a type of pheromone. " Zhang Ya tilted her head and asked, "Can you understand pheromones?"    

She saw this person staring at her fiercely. Zhang Ya shook her head and walked towards him and said, "In short, your nerves and senses are already numb. It is virtually impossible to break away from this kind of powerful mental control. If you insist on breaking through, you will also die. . . "    

Zhang Ya felt a pain in her chest before she finished speaking. She looked down at her chest in disbelief. A bloody hole appeared there and she looked up at the pair of eyes filled with hatred and the smoking gun in his hand.    

The sharp pain instantly blamed her entire body. Zhang Ya's entire body fell to the ground and blood flowed out from her mouth.    

At the same time, the person's body also fell backwards. He finally got revenge for his sister before he died.    

Zhang Ya's eyes were wide open. The pain was eating away at every inch of her nerves.    

She was not willing to give up. . .    

She had yet to see the world she wanted to see. She was unwilling. . .    

The world in front of her gradually blurred and became clear again. Zhang Ya felt as if her soul was floating in the air.    

She saw the world that was devastated and saw a new round of war.    

She sadly discovered that even if it was a new world full of mutated humans, even if everyone was a genius world, Dominating Dominance had never disappeared.    

Then what was the point of what she had done. . .    

In vain, everything was in vain. . .    

"Amitabha. . . " The old monk's voice appeared in her mind once again. "Are you regretting it?"    

"I regret it. . . " Zhang Ya's tone was filled with despair as Yi Lanyou's figure once again appeared in her mind. Perhaps it was wrong from the start.    

She had lived a lifetime and had been wrong for many years.    

"Amitabha, good, good. " The old monk's voice was filled with emotion. "When the time comes. . . "    

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.    

. . .    

A white fog enveloped the world and Zhang Ya's entire body.    

The pain on her body seemed to be gradually disappearing and replacing it was a very comfortable feeling.    

The first thing to recover was her visual consciousness. She did not open her eyes but she seemed to see a faint red color. It was an instinctive feeling. She knew it was light.    

Following that, like other sensory consciousnesses gradually recovered, Zhang Ya slowly opened her heavy eyelids. What entered her eyes was the snow white ceiling. The wind chimes from the window were ringing in the wind.    

She used her hands to support the side of the bed, slowly sat up, and looked around. Only then did she see the white-haired herself in the mirror.    

It was as if she had a terrible dream. What was in the dream? She couldn't think of it anymore. It made her feel a little uncomfortable.    

After so many years, this was the first time she had such a dream.    

Slowly getting off the bed, Zhang Ya heard the melodious sound of a violin coming from under the window. She moved her feet and slowly walked to the window. Leaning against the window, she saw the lush and verdant trees under the window. The sunlight penetrated the leaves and sprinkled the light under the trees.    

The man under the tree had white hair but his back was still very straight. He placed the violin on his shoulder and neck and used the bow to draw it. That posture was very good.    

The music he played was also very good.    

After the song ended, his grandson clapped with all his might, not stingy with praising his grandfather's piano skills.    

After receiving his grandson's praise, the man disapproved and raised his head to meet the smiling eyes of the person by the window upstairs. For a moment, his face turned slightly red and he became shy.    

Zhang Ya quietly looked at the people downstairs. The people downstairs also looked up and smiled at her.    

This glance seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago.    

At that time, they were still students. Under the sunlight, she looked at him and smiled. He looked at her and also pursed her lips, revealing a smile.    

After a long time, the man turned his head around. Under the request of his grandson, he once again placed the zither bow on the zither string.    

Zhang Ya watched the man play under the shade of the tree and tilted her head to listen.    

Sure enough, the appearance of this man holding the zither bow and neck was much more handsome than when he was holding a gun.    

That hazy dream during lunch was blown by the wind, accompanied by the ringing of the wind chimes. He rode on the elegant violin music and left, as if it had never existed.    

[There is no world of Yi Lanyou. Finished. ]