Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

Li Zhentian was forcibly awakened and opened his eyes dazedly. Before his vision could focus, he met Li Luo's cold eyes.

Those eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, emitting a sharp light, as if they could see through the dirtiest secrets deep in his heart.

He shuddered subconsciously and moved his gaze upwards along those eyes.

Most of Li Luo's face was hidden under the black mask, revealing only his captivating eyes and smooth white forehead.

Even if only this small part is revealed, it is enough to make people understand that her appearance is extremely outstanding.

However, at this moment Li Zhentian had no intention of appreciating the beauty at all.

For a moment, the ridiculous thoughts he had when he first met Li Luo emerged in his mind.

He once thought that with his power and means, such a woman would sooner or later be taken into his pocket and become a member of his "harem", at his mercy for his pleasure.

But now, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead, he felt that his original idea was extremely absurd and even stupid and ridiculous.

The Li Luo standing in front of him at this moment was not someone he could control, nor was he an existence about whom he could have those dirty thoughts.

She is a devil from hell!

That terrifying feeling of oppression, that cold and sharp gaze, was like an icy knife, cutting through all his hopes and desires, leaving only deep fear.

Li Zhentian tried to shrink back, like a prey being targeted by a poisonous snake, trying to escape the suffocating pressure.

However, just as he moved his body, he was kicked back hard and fell to the ground in a mess.

Li Luo slowly retracted his foot and looked down at him, his eyes calm but with a creepy indifference.

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it was like a sharp blade, piercing into his ears:

"Want to run? Do you think you can run away?"

Li Zhentian was completely at a loss and could only curl up on the ground, like a defenseless mouse trapped in a trap, waiting for the final judgment.

"Okay, stop wasting my time." Li Luo said coldly, "I let you live, not for you to enjoy."

Li Zhentian trembled and collapsed to the ground, not daring to move.

He opened his mouth and wanted to beg for mercy, but was silenced by Li Luo's cold eyes.

He understood that he had no power to fight back at the moment, and even his hope of survival depended entirely on the mood of the woman in front of him.

"Next, we have to start settling accounts with him." Li Luo said as he pulled Lu Jingcheng's hand and walked towards the sofa next to him with a firmness that could not be refused.

She chose the most comfortable position to sit down, adjusted her sitting posture gracefully, and her eyes as cold as ice fell on Li Zhentian who was shivering on the ground.

Lu Jingcheng smiled slightly, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

He sat down next to Li Luo and patted the back of her hand gently to show his support:

"It's all up to you."

Li Luo sneered and leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as a sword.

She didn't have the patience to wait, and directly used her spiritual power, and asked Li Zhentian coldly:

"Tell me what you have done since the end of the world."

As she finished her words, an invisible force instantly invaded Li Zhentian's mind.

His consciousness spread out like ripples, and the ugly scenes deep in his memory began to play out uncontrollably.

Every crime was like a ghost that had been forcibly dragged out of hell and reappeared vividly in his mind.

"No - don't let me see it again!" Li Zhentian held his head in pain, his wailing mixed with fear.

In front of his eyes, those people he had killed seemed to have turned into a group of evil spirits seeking revenge. Their cries and curses surged towards him like a tide, drowning him in endless fear.

Li Luo's voice sounded again, cold as ice:

"Look carefully, these are all sins you have committed with your own hands."

Her tone was unquestionable, and her mental power was like a ruthless blade, peeling off Li Zhentian's memories layer by layer and displaying them before him.

Li Zhentian's past was like a bloody documentary that was forced to replay.

He saw how he had taken advantage of the vulnerable survivors in the chaos of the early days of the apocalypse to establish the "Youlong Gang."

He recalled the cruelty of the first time he looted supplies and the ruthlessness of the first time he massacred survivors.

The despair and pain of those innocent people he pushed into the zombie horde flashed before his eyes like movie scenes.

"Don't—don't come over here!"

"Ah—let me go!"