Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

When Zhuge Canglan was a killer in his previous life, in order to do the task better, disguise was a must-learn course. At the end of the course, Zhuge Canglan's grades were the best.

It has not been used for a long time now, but it is quite rusty, and there are not many materials that can be used, so I reluctantly made it like this, hoping to deceive those dark eyes.

In fact, Zhuge Canglan didn't have too much hope, and he did this just to make himself feel at ease.

She quickly pulled off Xiao Er's clothes, then put them on herself with a look of disgust, put the hat on Xiao Er's head on her head, grabbed the towel on his shoulders, and transformed into the inn's Xiao Er.

She came out of the hut, went to the kitchen, and took a copper kettle filled with hot water, and went straight to room No. [-] of Songzi.

When she came to the door, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, saying: "Guest officer..."

Lan Jue's voice came from inside the room: "Who?"

"Xiaoer from the small inn, here to bring you tea."

Lan Jue paused and said, "Then come in."

"Okay." Zhuge Canglan pushed open the door, went in, closed the door behind him,

Lan Jue walked up to him, sized him up, immediately looked wary, and asked, "Where did you come from, Xiao Er, why haven't I seen you before?"

Zhuge Canglan thought, even though this kid is still a little vigilant, she smiled and said: "The young one is a newcomer and has been working in the kitchen. It's not because I'm too busy, so the boss asked me to come out temporarily to run errands." .”

The vigilance on Lan Jue's face was a little less, but the reason was not completely relaxed: "Oh, that's right! Put the water down and go!"

Zhuge Canglan didn't move, just stood there with a smile on his face.

Lan Jue urged displeasedly: "Why don't you leave?"

Zhuge Canglan smiled and said, "My lord, why don't you go out and have a look when it's so lively tonight, this place is much more lively than Tiandu Peak..."

Lan Jue froze for a moment, pointed at Zhuge Canglan: "You..."

"Mr. Lan, look at the little one who brought you such a pot of hot water. How could you not even show it?" Zhuge Canglan stretched out his hand, palm up, five fingers aggrieved, thumb Pressing the palm of his hand, he made a gesture that only people from Lingxu Island could understand.

The expression on Lan Jue's face was very strange, it could be called funny, he seemed to not know how to express the excitement at this moment.

The last day of the Demon Festival was about to pass, and their days in the Demon Race were counting down. They were already completely hopeless, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Zhuge Canglan stood in front of him at the last moment.

However, fortunately, Lan Jue still had some brains, so he quickly sent a signal to Changyan Yuanjun. Soon, the door opened again, and Changyan Yuanjun, who was dressed in indigo, walked in. He glanced at Zhuge Canglan , and quickly cast an enchantment around the room.

Lan Jue didn't say anything to Changyan Yuanjun, and immediately walked up to Zhuge Canglan, grabbed her arm, and said excitedly, "Canglan is you, is it you?"

Changyan Yuanjun's face was stunned, and he quickly returned to normal, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was still very excited now.

Zhuge Canglan glanced at the two of them and nodded: "Yes, that's right, it's me!"

Lan Jue was so happy that she almost didn't hug her tightly: "Great, we have found you. My uncle and I are almost desperate. If we don't find you again, we dare not go back."