Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Six people came in together, but when they went out, there were only two people left. It's hard to describe the feeling.

It doesn't matter who they are, whether or not they all have ulterior motives, regardless of their identities as spies, but after all, they lived and died together, Zhuge Canglan still feels a little bit reluctant to let them go.

But... they were all dead, and she died because of her injuries, and they... would never come back.

Han Weiyang sensed that something was wrong with Zhuge Canglan, and asked, "Why are we all out and still in a bad mood?"

Because of the bondage of the dragon veins, they cannot fly with the sword, and the two can only walk on foot. Han Weiyang's body is covered with an invisible barrier, so there is no need to worry about being drenched in the rain when he is covered in it.

But Zhuge Canglan didn't take any protective measures, letting the rain soak her clothes and hair.

She wanted to wash away all the aura brought out from the forbidden area of ​​the imperial family, such as bad air, miasma, and mildew...

"You don't need to worry about it." Zhuge Canglan looked directly at the rain curtain with low visibility in front of him, and his voice was broken by the sound of falling raindrops.

Han Weiyang pursed her lips and smiled, and continued to ask: "Why don't you prop up the barrier, now that it's autumn and it's getting colder, even if you have a solid body like this, you can't stand it."

Zhuge Canglan suddenly turned her head, her long hair swayed, and water droplets came out of her hair, "You still care that your spiritual power is not enough to draw the dragon's veins, who will replenish your spiritual power at that time."

Zhuge Canglan didn't care about the dragon's veins from leaving the forbidden area until now, and she knew that Han Weiyang would definitely not care about it now.

Anyway, with him here, why should she waste her spiritual power. . .

Han Weiyang shook her head amusedly: "You... you are too paranoid about some things... In this world, people are the most complicated and difficult to understand."

Zhuge Canglan ignored him, just walked straight forward.

The rain was pattering, the raindrops were not heavy, but it was falling densely, and the fog formed by the rain curtain made the visibility getting lower and lower.

Han Weiyang glanced at Zhuge Canglan's frozen purple lips, and said: "It won't work like this, the rain is falling too fast, there is no way to hurry, we have to find a place to rest."

Zhuge Canglan frowned. Indeed, this kind of ghostly weather is too unsuitable for traveling, and judging by the rain, it seems that it will not stop in a short time. Right now, it is better to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Zhuge Canglan said: "Let's go again and see if there is anyone in front."

After walking for more than half an hour, Zhuge Canglan vaguely saw a house in front of him.

At this moment, it is about fifty miles away from the forbidden area of ​​the royal family, and it is not uncommon for people to live there.

Han Weiyang also saw it, and he said: "There seems to be someone in front, go and stay overnight."

It's better to stay low-key when staying at ordinary people's house. Han Weiyang removed the barrier, and the rain quickly soaked his clothes.

When the two got closer, they saw that this was a roadside tea house, and it was very dilapidated. There was only an old man in his 70s with a white beard and a ten-year-old granddaughter.

This seems to be the home of their grandparents and grandchildren. The tea house is a thatched hut with four tables under it. The tea house is built next to their thatched house.

The grandfather and grandson were sitting in the teahouse at the moment, seeing Zhuge Canglan and Han Weiyang approaching, their faces were a little surprised, they didn't expect that there were still people rushing at this time.

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