A little girl in a white dress stepped out of the farmhouse, appearing to be around six years old.
The white dress was stained with red blood, making her face appear pale as snow.
She was clearly the image of a well-behaved little princess, yet almost scared Brother Shui and the others to death.
"You, why aren't you dead yet?"
Brother Shui looked at the little girl in white with horror and subconsciously took a step back.
The little girl did not answer him, and she took small steps, one after another, until she stood in front of Bai Xiqin.
"Big sister, can I kill them with my own hands? Please?"
The little girl had a face like a porcelain doll, and under the sunlight, her small face was extraordinarily exquisite.
A few drops of red blood were on her fair face, starkly distinct from her skin.
She should have been at an age of carefree innocence, cherished by her parents, yet she lived in an apocalyptic world.
