Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Han Weiyang, whose spiritual power was limited, felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and it became difficult for him to stand up. He gritted his teeth and tried not to let himself fall down. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at Zhuge Canglan: "Why? Do that?"

"What do you think? We are the same people, don't you know why I do this?"

Zhuge Canglan walked extremely smoothly on the rickety suspension bridge, with a sweet smile on his lips all the time, that immature and beautiful face that was just about to bloom looked so touching.

Han Weiyang's body shook: "You...you...this time, I really have no other thoughts!"

"But I can't take the risk, Han Weiyang, before taking revenge, please pray that your life is hard enough!"

Zhuge Canglan had already walked in front of Han Weiyang, she stretched out her hand and pushed gently, and Han Weiyang's body suddenly fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

That touch of white drew an arc in the air, quickly fell into the fast-flowing river, and was soon sucked into the vortex and disappeared immediately.

Without spiritual power, his body was extremely weak, and he fell into the icy cold and fast-flowing river, this time Han Weiyang...nearly died!

The cavalry of Guanshan Wanli on the river bank left quickly after Han Weiyang disappeared, leaving only Guanshan Wanli standing on the opposite bank looking at Zhuge Canglan and the two standing on the bridge.

The voice of Guanshan Wanli reached Zhuge Canglan's ears.

"Han Weiyang is dead, I hope you can keep your promise and don't go back on your word!"

Last night, Wutong agreed to do "business" with Zhuge Canglan, so he secretly contacted Wanli Guanshan, asking him to deliberately lead troops to catch up with Han Weiyang to attract Han Weiyang's attention, so that he could not concentrate on Wutong and Zhuge Canglan Lan.

Then Wutong nailed Han Weiyang on Han Weiyang when he was concentrating on dealing with Guan Shan Wanli.

The hidden weapon of the Soul Nail is extremely powerful. If it is an ordinary person, it will be dead immediately. If it is a person with a cultivation base, even if it is an immortal, the mana will disappear for a long time before it can be recovered.

So Han Weiyang, a Sanxian, lost his mana quickly after being hit by the Soul Nail, and his body became weak very quickly.

Only in this way can Zhuge Canglan easily push him into the river...

Zhuge Canglan pursed his lips and sneered: "I just want to save my mother, as for whether I can grab the dragon's veins, that's up to you two, it has nothing to do with me..."

Guan Shan Wanli raised his head and laughed loudly: "Okay, I don't expect you to turn against me, as long as you don't participate, you have kept your promise!" He shouted to Wutong again: "Wutong, there will be a date later!"

The figure of Guanshan Wanli disappeared on the river bank, but Zhuge Canglan stood on the bridge without moving, and Wutong stood silently behind her without urging her.

The river wind messed up Zhuge Canglan's hair, and her long hair fluttered in the air. She looked down at the still choppy river, and felt a little... cold in her heart!

Just now, she could kill Han Weiyang with a single blow, so she would have no worries.

But...Zhuge Canglan didn't kill people directly...No matter what, Han Weiyang saved her a few times, even if she was cold-blooded, she didn't want to be so heartless.

Zhuge Canglan understands that there is no absolute good or absolute bad in this world. Everyone has their own path, and each person's path is different, so the choices are naturally different.

What Han Weiyang did was his own choice, and that choice was exactly the opposite of Zhuge Canglan...

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