Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Zhuge Zheng's words sent the newborn Zhuge Canglan into hell.

There is no doubt about what will happen to a little girl who is disgusted by her own father since she was born, and even has the desire to kill her.

Zhuge Canglan watched himself grow up slowly, able to turn over, crawl, walk... and being bullied, not getting enough to eat, not wearing warm clothes, living a life worse than a pig or a dog than the lowest servants of Zhuge's family day.

He ate leftovers, wore a thin layer of old clothes in the winter, his hands were covered with chilblains, the swelling was thicker than a carrot, and he wore single shoes with holes in the soles.

Being ridden by Zhuge Liuxiang as a horse, being used as an arrow target by Zhuge Jingbei, being beaten and scolded wantonly by his servants...

Every time Liu Rou saw her, she just cried, nothing but crying, complaining about God and her own fate, but she dared not say that Zhuge Zheng was half wrong, but she never thought about what she could fight for her daughter.

As a mother, Liu Rou undoubtedly failed.

Apart from life, she seems to have never given her anything else.

After such 12 years, it is a miracle that Zhuge Canglan survived.

Zhuge Canglan watched the skinny girl struggling in the vortex of suffering, humblely begging for survival...

Seeing her timidly wanting to be cared for and loved by others, it's a pity...but she is still being trampled underfoot again and again.

Zhuge Canglan found that the scene had switched to the moment before she performed the blood sacrifice. Zhuge Liuxiang, Zhuge Qingwei, the eldest lady, Aunt Mei, Zhuge Jingbei, and those who had bullied her from the Zhuge family all said— Being a sacrifice is an honor she has practiced for hundreds of years.

Those disgusting faces may have become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Zhuge Canglan clearly heard the voice in her heart: "Actually... death is pretty good, at least... better than now..."

At the end of the picture, it was fixed on Lang Huan's Blessed Landing on the Immortal Terrace, weak and bloodless, her wrist was cut, and the blood flowed out to stain the white jade bed under her body red.

The girl looked at the blue sky with empty eyes: "God, if people really have a next life... Please, don't let me be a human again, it's really hard... so difficult..."

The color of the blood made Zhuge Canglan's eyes hurt and astringent, as if something was about to fall out.

Obviously that girl is actually her from before, but Zhuge Canglan is far away from her, like in a bitter TV series, except for a trace of helplessness, desolation and bitterness, there is no other feeling.

Even seeing Zhuge Zhengda's wife Zhuge Liuxiang...the faces of that group of people, all that remained in Zhuge Canglan's heart was numbness.

It should be said that she was relieved, that was her before, not now... Now that her revenge has been avenged, she can't always live in the psychological world of Zhuge Canglan before.

She is about to start her own life.

But now it looks like a big dream, like a lifetime away!

With Zhuge Canglan's sigh, the things in the eyes finally rolled out, brushed across the cheeks, fell from the chin, and fell to the ground with a broken sound of 'tick'.

then……

Those pictures are like bubbles, slowly disappearing and shattering...

Zhuge Canglan shuddered and woke up in an instant. Only then did she realize that everything she saw just now was illusory. She is in the Linglong Tower at the moment, passing the first floor...

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(Fives)