Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Zhuge Canglan spit out the gas accumulated in his chest, feeling deeply helpless

No one can choose their own birth, which is a kind of helplessness, not being able to predict the coming of death is also a kind of helplessness, no one can put an end to disease, this is still a kind of helplessness.

What we have to face in life is all kinds of helplessness without the slightest choice...

Zhuge Canglan sat beside the woman, "What disease do you have?"

The woman smiled wryly, and blood overflowed from the corner of her lips. She raised her sleeve and wiped it off: "The stubborn disease of the tire belt can't be cured. If I can live up to now, I'm already competing with Lord Yan for my life..."

"Can you help me in? I want to change clothes." She begged a bit.

Zhuge Zang looked at it and nodded: "Okay..."

She glanced at the young man who was still hiding in the corner and crying secretly, stood up and helped the woman up, slowly letting most of her weight rest on her, and helped her walk into the house.

In just a dozen or so steps, the woman walked with great difficulty, as if she was exhausting her last bit of strength.

Finally came to the house, Zhuge Canglan helped her to lie down, she rested for a while, finally got a little strength, and asked, "What's the girl's name?"

"Me? My name is Cang Lan!"

"I order Qin Wushuang, the barren Wu, the frost of frost and snow... a barren after the frost..." She took off her blood-stained clothes with great effort, put on a new robe, and then burned the clothes in a brazier .

The flames reflected her pale face red, making her look extremely strange.

Zhuge Canglan clearly saw the black air of death eroding her heart bit by bit along her body, and soon it would completely surround her heart.

No wonder she can see herself, a person who has already stepped into the grave, stepping on both worlds of yin and yang, the things that eyes can see are naturally different from others.

Zhuge Canglan turned his head to look at the furnishings inside the house. The doors and windows were all tightly sealed, and the gaps were purposely covered with paper, lest the wind from the tiles would get in.

In the scorching midsummer, it was extremely hot outside, so it was fine that her house was airtight, there was still a stove, a brazier, burning charcoal, Zhuge Canglan felt a layer of sweat on her body not long after she came in.

But when she saw Qin Wushuang's still cold lips were purple, and her complexion was slightly blue...

Zhuge Canglan felt sorry for her, she was young, but in her 20s, it was the best time in a woman's life, but she lived with illness all day long, for her, living was a kind of torture.

Zhuge Canglan picked up the copper pot that had been burning on the stove, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Qin Wushuang: "Drink some!"

Qin Wushuang took it, lowered her head and sipped, "Thank you..."

Zhuge Canglan glanced at his fingertips, the moment Zhuge Canglan touched her fingers just now, he really thought he had touched a corpse in the ice cellar, she was so cold, so cold to the bone.

……

Zhuge Canglan walked to the door and took a look outside. The young Ah Zhao had already stood up from the corner of the wall. She turned around and asked, "Miss Qin, is Ah Zhao your apprentice?"

"Well, he is the child I picked up when I went out to the doctor when I was 15 years old."

Zhuge Canglan was surprised: "Are you a doctor?"

(One)

Sorry for the late bird, I was tossed by that plagiarism, my brain hurts, thank you girls for your support╭(╯3╰)╮

The plagiarized book is on the novel yuedu.com, and she changed the title to "Master Bingshan, Don't Open It". If you are interested, or have an account there, you can go and watch it...