Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Before he got close, he heard the sound of slapping and howling, and from a distance, he could see Zhuge Jingbei being held down on the bench, and a stick with a thick wrist hit him one after another.

The two servants hit extremely hard, and every blow was a blow to the death.

Hearing such a pleasant voice, Zhuge Canglan walked over leisurely.

Zhuge Jingbei's back and buttocks were already oozing blood, and his flesh and blood were already torn apart.

His face was pale, and the sweat on his forehead dripped to the ground like it had been washed with water.

It was rare for Zhuge Canglan to show a smiling face at Zhuge's house. Seeing Zhuge Jingbei's miserable appearance, he asked with a smile, "Hey, which song is this from?"

Zhuge Zheng felt displeased with Zhuge Canglan's completely gloating appearance, and said coldly: "The fourth child is here, go and stand over there."

Zhuge Canglan turned to face Zhuge Zheng, saw that his arm was wrapped with a bandage, and the bandage was still soaked in blood, as if he didn't hear what he said just now, pretended to be ignorant, and asked: "Tsk tsk...why haven't you seen me all night? Even my father was injured? Who is so capable that he can actually hurt my father."

When Zhuge Canglan asked this question, Zhugezheng's face was dark, he grabbed the teacup and threw it on Zhuge Jingbei's forehead, shouting angrily: "Hit, hit me hard, kill this traitor."

The two servants who were punished with the rod did not dare to disobey, and beat faster and harder with the sticks in their hands.

Zhuge Jingbei's forehead was smashed by a teacup, and a stream of blood flowed down and blurred his eyes.

He saw Zhuge Canglan's gloating and triumphant expression, and he hated him to the extreme.

Hate Zhuge Zheng, hate Zhuge Canglan, hate...his mother.

If it wasn't for them, how could he have come to this point.

If Zhuge Zheng could be killed yesterday, it would be over once and for all.

But he was lucky, he didn't die, instead he was caught by him. '

In this way, he became the heinous villain who "killed his father", and Zhuge had even more reason to kill him.

"Fourth sister, come here quickly..."

Seeing that Zhuge was getting angry, Zhuge Qingwei was afraid that he would hurt her if he lost his temper, so she quickly pulled Zhuge Canglan to stand behind the eldest lady.

She whispered to Zhuge Canglan: "Big... big brother dared to assassinate my father yesterday, but fortunately my father was not too drunk, so he didn't succeed."

Zhuge Canglan immediately screamed in cooperation: "What kind of horse? You said that Zhuge Jingbei killed his father himself? Stop talking nonsense, who doesn't know that the father loves them the most. He's losing face, he's brain-dead, go and kill his own father."

Zhuge Canglan's voice was not low, and everyone in the hall could hear it clearly...

Zhuge Zheng's face was so dark that it had already turned purple, his hands were clenched into fists, and his bones creaked.

Zhuge Qingwei lowered her head and cursed at Zhuge Canglan in her heart, she was so ugly, if her father heard such a loud voice, wouldn't it hurt her to be implicated.

Among the people in the room, the happiest person was actually the eldest lady. Her own son died, and there were no legitimate sons in the house. The next patriarch could only be chosen from among the common sons, and the most likely one would be Zhuge Jingbei.

If Zhuge Jingbei became the patriarch of the Zhuge family, she and Qingwei wouldn't have a chance to survive, and they wouldn't be beaten to death by that bitch, Aunt Mei...

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