Chapter 223： How to Overthrow the Rule of Vampires 20 ┃ Le Qinglans Ending (End) (1/2)

Le Qinglan went crazy.

Driven crazy by Zhuang Li.

What reflected in the mirror was not her splendid, sun-burning face, but an old, sallow face, covered with dark spots and ravines. The traces left by the erosion of the years are so ugly.

Le Qinglan let out a fearful cry like never before.

She shattered the mirror and tried her best to deny that this old-fashioned woman was herself. However, when she raised her hand, she found that the back of her hand had also become dry and thin, her white hair was scattered from her shoulders, and the soft and lustrous color she had just lost was gone.

In just a few minutes, she turned from a young girl in her prime to a dying old woman.

She kept screaming, her red eyes were wide open, she looked at her hands, her white hair, and the broken mirror, and finally curled up in the corner and tightly covered her own. Face.

She chooses to escape.

She trembled violently like leaves in the wind.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, X and the others only felt happy, but Zhuang Li slapped his palms and chuckled: "I found your weakness."

He walked slowly to Le Qinglan, looked down at her condescendingly, and whispered like a demon: "You are not afraid of being beaten, tortured, imprisoned or even killed, but you are afraid of aging, right?"

Lei Ming strode over, holding a silver knife in his hand, and was on guard with all his attention. He was worried that Le Qinglan would suddenly attack Zhuang Li.

However, Le Qinglan did not attack, but instead hid in a deeper corner, burying his face in his arms.

Her actions have verified Zhuang Li's judgment. The only thing in the world that can make her fearful is aging. No one knows how much she has paid in pursuit of immortality and permanence of youth.

She made a deal with the main **** and destroyed one world after another. She thought she could become a **** one day.

She had long forgotten what it was like to age, and she believed with all her heart that something as terrible as ageing would never happen to her.

She did not deceive Emile, she was indeed a messenger of God.

But now, she has lost to a mortal!

"What the **** did you do to me? Who are you? Quickly change me back! Quick!" Le Qinglan shouted hysterically.

Zhuang Li looked at her with interest and said slowly, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I will do to you."

He looked around the laboratory and instructed: "Attach all these glass walls with mirrors, so that she can see her face in any corner. In the future, I will inject genetic fluid into her regularly until the most perfect formula is developed. ."

"Okay! Let's find the mirror right away." X said cheerfully.

"Look for a mirror made of tempered glass, which is not easy to break." Birdbeak added.

"Got it." X walked away in a hurry.

Le Qinglan started screaming, roaring, cursing, and even praying. She huddled in the corner from beginning to end, daring to look at her old body. For the first time, she was forced to the point of collapse by one person.

7480 who witnessed all this: "..." This is the fear of being dominated by the host! It's so miserable!

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Zhuang Li's genetic medicine could not kill Le Qinglan. After a two-hour period of aging, she regained her prime.

Seeing her waterfall-like blue silk and smooth jade-white arms, Le Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief. The ecstasy of what was lost made her pay more attention to her youth and appearance.

Therefore, the next day, when she saw Zhuang Li walk into the laboratory full of mirrors, she screamed in fear and ran around like a madman.

She had an unprecedented fear of Zhuang Li's needle.

Lei Ming kicked her leg bone and pinned her to the ground effortlessly.

Zhuang Li pushed the medicine from the needle into her vein.

A few minutes later, Le Qinglan became old again.

The floor is also made of mirrors, so Le Qinglan, who was pressed down, clearly witnessed the whole process of wrinkles covering her cheeks. She was almost terrified by such a scene, and the sound of crying and begging for mercy almost broke the eardrums of bystanders.

She had been beheaded countless times by Lei Ming with brutal means, but none of them could compare to Zhuang Li's potion.

The image of Zhuang Li walking towards her with the needle in hand turned into a nightmare that haunts her every night.

Year after year, day after day, she lives like this. She became Zhuang Li's guinea pig to test various medicines.

She didn't have a safe day, and shivered every time she heard footsteps outside the corridor. Moreover, what made her even more hopeless was that Zhuang Li's anti-aging medicine was getting better and better every day.

At first, a single injection of medicine could only make Le Qinglan age for two hours, but later it gradually became three hours, four hours, five hours...

Later, even if she did not get injections for seven or eight days, Le Qinglan always maintained her old-fashioned appearance. Her back was hunched, her teeth were gone, her face was like dried rock, and every gully seemed to have been carved with a knife.

Le Qinglan was finally driven crazy. She closed her eyes and slammed into the mirror, again and again, until her head was bleeding and her bones shattered.

She stubbornly believed that as long as she smashed through the mirror, she would be able to wake up from this terrifying nightmare.

"I won't wake up." Six months later, Zhuang Li squatted beside her and said with a syringe: "After this injection, you will never wake up. Your cells will completely lose the ability to regenerate. , you will always maintain an old and ugly appearance. Humans who have drunk your blood will age and die in eight minutes, and they cannot save you."