Journey to the Mysterious Sea

A scream as miserable as the blood-crying cuckoo suddenly erupted from Li Qingfei's throat. The sound was extremely sharp and piercing, as if it was going to tear everything in the world apart. Every note was like a sharp knife, piercing the eardrums. The sound spread wantonly in the air, as if it was going to break through the shackles of this world and drag the whole world into this endless pain.

Her eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness. The despair was like an endless abyss with no bottom, dark and deep, as if it could devour a person's soul. It was a kind of despair that went deep into the bone marrow, which made people daunted and their backs cold, as if if they got a little closer, they would be pulled into the abyss by the power of despair and would never be able to turn over. Her unwillingness was like a blazing, hot and fierce flame. The flame burned so vigorously that it seemed to burn everything in the world into ashes without leaving a trace. The power of unwillingness burned in her eyes, making her eyes become extremely firm, as if she was announcing her unyielding spirit to the world.

She would never allow that extremely precious positive energy to be plundered so easily by others. This was the strongest cry from the depths of her heart, and her soul was struggling painfully. Her eyes were wide open, and her eyeballs seemed to want to break free from the confinement of her eye sockets. The flames of anger burned fiercely in her eyes. The flames were so hot that they seemed to burn everything in front of her and turn it into nothingness. Her eyes were full of determination, as if she was ready to fight against everything.

She let out a deafening roar that resounded through the sky, full of her anger and indomitable spirit. The sound was like a wounded ferocious beast, making its final, most tragic roar in desperation. The sound echoed in the air, as if to shake the whole world. Then, like an arrow shot from a bow, she rushed forward recklessly. Her figure was like a dazzling flash of lightning, instantly bringing up a gust of wind. The gust of wind howled, as if to completely destroy and grind into powder all the obstacles ahead. The gust of wind swept past, bringing up a cloud of flying sand and rocks, and the momentum was magnificent and terrifying.

Wang Xunhai witnessed this scene, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. That ruthlessness was as cold as a poisonous snake, as sharp as a blade, and horrifying. There was no warmth in his eyes, only endless indifference and cruelty. Without any hesitation, he quickly gathered all his strength into his right fist, and then swung it out violently. The fist, accompanied by the sound of whirring wind, was like a violent storm, with the power to destroy everything, and fiercely smashed into Li Qingfei's originally beautiful face.

Accompanied by a dull sound, it was as if the bells from hell were ringing heavily in this world. The sound was low and oppressive, like a declaration of death, and it cast a heavy shadow over people's hearts. The sound echoed in the air, so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe, as if the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Li Qingfei was like a kite with its string cut off, and was thrown to the ground in a very miserable state. Her body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. A cloud of flying dust suddenly rose up from the ground, and the dust was like a thick and heavy curtain, covering her figure tightly. The flying dust made it difficult to see her appearance at the moment, as if she had been forgotten by the world.

Wang Xunhai looked down at Li Qingfei who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with indifference and contempt. His eyes seemed to be looking at an insignificant creature as small as an ant, without any pity or sympathy. His eyes were full of disdain, as if Li Qingfei was just an insignificant existence in his eyes.

He said directly, mercilessly and coldly: "Who do you think you are now? How dare you be so arrogant in front of me? Do you think you are still the same person you used to be?" His voice was as cold as ice and emotionless, like the biting cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, which hurt Li Qingfei's heart. His words were like sharp blades, ruthlessly stabbing Li Qingfei and making her heart bleed.

When Li Qingfei heard this, her body trembled violently. The trembling was like a dead leaf shivering in the cold wind, fragile and helpless. Her heart was filled with pain and anger, but she could not resist. Her voice also became a little trembling, and she said with endless anger and deep resentment: "Asshole, Wang Xunhai, you are a shameless robber who robbed my things unreasonably! You will definitely pay a painful price for what you did!" Although her voice trembled constantly, the firm belief in it did not diminish at all. That was the most persistent belief in her heart, and her unswerving pursuit of justice. Even though she was in trouble at the moment, she never gave up.

Wang Xunhai snorted coldly. There was not a trace of pity in his voice, only endless indifference and wanton ridicule. He raised his right foot and mercilessly kicked Li Qingfei in the face. The power of this kick was so huge, like a thousand-pound hammer falling down. Li Qingfei suffered a heavy blow again, and the whole person rolled on the ground in embarrassment for several times.

Her originally clean and tidy clothes had now become tattered and dirty. They were covered with dust and bloodstains, which spread across her clothes, forming shocking traces. She looked extremely miserable and desolate, and it was hard to bear to look at her directly. Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered with scars and dust, but her eyes still shone with an unyielding light.

Li Qingfei knew deeply that she was powerless at this moment and the situation was over. However, there was still an unyielding light in her eyes, which was like the bright stars in the night, although weak and small, but never extinguished. She slowly climbed up from the ground with great difficulty, her body swaying, as if she would fall down again at any time. Every movement seemed so difficult and difficult, but she still used all her strength and roared the last time: "The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and we will see each other again in the future! Wang Xunhai, you wait for me, sooner or later I will kill you with my own hands to wash away the shame I suffered today!" Her voice echoed for a long time in the vast space, carrying her firm belief and endless hatred. The voice lasted for a long time, as if solemnly declaring her unyielding and tenacious struggle to the whole world. The voice echoed in the air, as if to penetrate all obstacles in this world and reach people's hearts.