Sang Yan will always remember the moment when her father fell down - the man who always smiled and said "My Yanyan is the prettiest", was pierced through the chest by supernatural power, and blood stained his tattered clothes red.
"Yan Yan, you must survive..." These were the last words my father left.
Those eyes that were always full of love gradually lost their luster, but they still stared at her stubbornly until the last moment of their life.
Duan Yi arrived in time with the patrol team, dispersed the villains, and rescued Sang Yan who was standing there.
The extreme grief caused her to develop a high fever that night, and her temperature was frighteningly high.
Sang Xu and Sang Che took turns using wet towels to cool her down and stayed with her all night.
While struggling on the brink of life and death, he awakened his gold-type supernatural powers.
The next morning, when the first ray of dim morning light shone into the room through the gaps in the torn curtains, Sang Yan slowly opened her eyes.
The high fever had subsided, but I felt weak as if my body had been hollowed out.
However, deeper than the physical weakness is the grief that is engraved into the bones.
Her father's eyes, filled with worry and reluctance before his death, were like the sharpest blade, slicing her heart again and again.
The blood revenge she wanted to avenge became the only belief that kept her alive.
She struggled to sit up and walked to the cracked mirror.
The girl in the mirror had a pale face. It was this face that attracted the villain's covetousness and killed her father.
A gleam of determination flashed in her eyes.
She raised her hand, her fingertips gleaming with metallic luster.
The newly awakened gold-based ability was not yet stable, but the sharp edge was enough to cut through the flesh.
She controlled the awakened gold power and slashed her own face with her own hands...
The first wound extended from the cheekbone to the jaw. The piercing pain made her eyes go black and she almost fainted.
Warm blood slid down his cheeks, splashing onto the ground like dazzling red plum blossoms.
Sang Yan didn't stop...
At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound.
Sang Che and Sang Xu, who had slept all night, walked in with warm water and food. Seeing the scene in front of them, they both froze in place.
"Yan Yan!" The basin in Sang Che's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the clear water spilled all over the floor.
He wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Sang Yan.
"Don't come over!" Her voice was hoarse but firm. Her hands kept moving and another blood mark appeared on her cheek.
She turned her head, and a cruel smile appeared on her blood-soaked face: "What's the point of keeping a face that only causes trouble?"
Only in this way can I survive and have the chance to avenge my father.
But God always seems to be taking a nap. The wicked are not punished by the wicked, but the disasters are left behind.
The enemy who killed her father, Min Fei, had his ability level improved rapidly, and his status in Longteng also rose rapidly. He had become an important figure.
If Sang Xu's ability level had not gradually increased to the fourth level of the wood element, and if Duan Yi had not protected him overtly and covertly, the remaining three people in the Sang family would probably have met with an accident long ago.
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