Apocalyptic natural disasters, I use the gold house to store goods and win

He ignored the pain in his body and tried to hide back.

Looking at Wang Jia with red eyes and a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Li Liangxian felt only huge fear in his heart, almost drowning himself.

He can't recall what Wang Jia looked like before. The person standing in front of him now is obviously a devil!

He couldn't imagine the torture he would experience.

At this moment, there was only one word left in his mind - escape!

But the wounds on his body were bleeding, not to mention that the knife just stabbed directly through his thigh, and he couldn't stand up at all.

He could only crawl back like a dog with a broken leg.

Because the ground was uneven and there were a lot of gravels, the friction of the wound caused a heartbreaking pain.

Li Liangxian's teeth were almost broken, and tears were streaming down his face.

Wang Jia did not rush to take action, but approached the opponent step by step with the knife like a cat catching a mouse, slowly admiring the fear in his eyes.

After a few seconds, she sneered disdainfully.

Where did this go? These two knives were far less than the pain she suffered when her parents died tragically.

In the past few years, her heart ached every time she recalled it.

The pain was mixed with hatred, like an endless fire, burning his heart every second.

It can't die, and it can't be cured.

And all her pain was due to Li Liangxian.

How could he resolve the hatred in her heart if she didn't let him repay it a thousand times!

Li Liangxian's whole body was shaking uncontrollably due to the bone-piercing pain.

He didn't want to die, but he also knew that Wang Jia would not let him go today.

He didn't expect that after doing so much and preparing so much, he still couldn't survive in the end.

Now, he no longer desires anything else, he only hopes that Wang Jia can give himself a good death.

He bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down. The taste of rust instantly filled his entire mouth.

The severe pain on his tongue made him unable to speak clearly: "Please...please...kill..."

Wang Jia couldn't hear clearly what Li Liangxian was saying, and she didn't want to hear it.

"Shh..."

The voice was so small and light that you could hardly hear it if you didn't listen carefully, but it was this light hiss that made Li Liangxian tighten his mouth instantly.

Wang Jia admired the wounds on his body that were constantly gushing blood, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the other person's face.

"You can't stand it after just two cuts?"

Her fingers gently groped the handle of the knife, which Shi Jiaojiao lent to her specifically for revenge.

It was indeed cutting iron like clay, and the smoothness of the blade penetrating into her flesh made her particularly happy.

She looked into Li Liangxian's eyes and spoke with a cold tone that almost froze human flesh and blood: "Do you know how many wounds my parents had on their bodies before they died?"

Li Liang lowered his head first. The pain in his body and the humiliation caused by his inability to control his incontinence made him want to die immediately.

Whether before or after the end of the world, when had he experienced such humiliation?

He felt that he was not a person now, but a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

No, not even as good as a pig. At least the butcher does it neatly and doesn't torture it intentionally.

The previous begging for mercy did not seem to make Wang Jia kill him immediately.

Then try another approach.

He has never been a fool. If he hadn't been smart enough, his business wouldn't have been so big. Before today, he wouldn't have lived a life a hundred times better than other survivors in the apocalypse.

He was still afraid and afraid in his heart, but he was even more afraid of the torture of not being able to survive but not being able to die.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Jia, the muscles on his cheeks were tense, his smile was a little stiff, but his eyes were full of ridicule.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the blood in his mouth overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He said regardless: "Your father... is just... a fool... who allows me... to get the token. He... deserves to die..."

Li Liangxian looked crazy.

Yes, he was irritating Wang Jia.

He wanted Wang Jia to kill him with a knife in anger.

There is no other way now, the other party will not let him live.

If it happened again, he would definitely hire more people and not give Wang Jia a chance to survive.

After hearing his words, Wang Jia's eyes turned red again, and strong hatred almost overflowed from them.

The fire in my heart seemed to have met the wind and was about to burn the whole world to ashes.

A worthy death?

How dare Li Liangxian say these four words?

Hatred wrapped around all her emotions, Wang Jia couldn't help but suddenly raised the knife.

Li Liang first looked at the knife not far from his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

It's finally over.

But after waiting for a long time, the heart-wrenching pain that I imagined did not come.

He opened his eyes and instantly saw the ridicule in Wang Jia's eyes.

Shi Jiaojiao, who was about to step forward to stop Wang Jia, stopped.

She always kills people neatly and doesn't like torture.

But Li Liangxian was different.

Not to mention how tragic the death of the king's father and queen was, Li Liangxian showed no remorse in his eyes, and even at this time he was still scheming against Wang Jia.

The death of the royal father and queen mother is an eternal pain in Wang Jia's heart. This pain will not dissipate slowly with the passage of time.

Wang Jia was tortured day and night. If Li Liangxian was allowed to die so easily, then she would be the one who was tortured.

In the apocalypse, good people can be tortured to the point of becoming insane, let alone those who are already emotionally unstable.

The apocalypse is too difficult. Even if she has space, she is not sure whether she can really survive until the end of the apocalypse.

The world is full of dangers. If Wang Jia cannot stabilize her emotions, she will undoubtedly commit suicide slowly.

So today, no matter what, Wang Jia had to let out the anger in his heart.

Fortunately, Wang Jia did not lose his mind because of Li Liangxian's deliberate irritation.

Li Liang first opened his eyes and saw Wang Jia's cold face.

If he had a happy smile just now, now he has no expression at all.

But anyone could see the raging hatred in her eyes.

Li Liangxian felt a thump in his heart.

He knew he was finished.

If Wang Jia had not been angered by what he just said, a more tragic end would undoubtedly be waiting for him.

Sure enough, the next second, there was a "puff" in his ear.

He lowered his head and watched helplessly as the knife in Wang Jia's hand stabbed into his shoulder, the blade twisted around again, and then he pulled it out suddenly.

The moment the blade was pulled out, fine pieces of flesh and blood came out.

He couldn't think about anything else at this time, and the wound on his shoulder made him miserable.

Death used to be his greatest fear.

But now he finally understands, what is more painful than death?

Wails and screams continued to echo in this dilapidated house.

Wang Jia did not continue to slowly appreciate Li Liangxian's painful expression this time.

Not because of anything else, but because she was afraid that if she delayed it for too long, Li Liang would bleed to death first.

She held the knife in her hand and struck it again and again, without even sparing her face, which was covered with scratches.

Wang Jia restrained himself and avoided the opponent's vital points.

With each stab, her eyes became redder.

As time passed by, the screams in Li Liangxian's mouth gradually became fainter from being extremely shrill.

In the end, even this faint, almost inaudible cry of pain disappeared.

Li Liang was lying on the ground first, as if he were dead, but if you look carefully, you can still see the faint rise and fall of his chest.