After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives. With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness. When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.
The two men, who luckily avoided the nail gun and gun, reached out and grabbed the rope tied to the boats.
Just when they were about to climb up, their hands were gone in the next second. The entire arm was severed and fell into the water with a splash. They were stunned for a moment and then let out a shrill scream.
"Ah!"
"My arms!"
Yao Ran held her long sword and looked at them with a sweet smile, like a devil from hell.
Those people lost the chance to attack and were killed by Yao Ran and her friends without any opportunity to fight back.
Seeing Quan Yuanwei's pale face and trembling body, Huang Qian grinned and patted his shoulder. He said, "It's okay, Brother Quan. You will get used to it if you experience it a few more times."
Quan Yuanwei looked at his bright smile, then turned to look at Yao Ran, who was smiling sweetly while killing people, and thought, 'I don't want to get used to this!'