Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Ah Zhao really believed his words, thinking that taking the steamed buns stained red with the blood that flowed from the beheading of his close relatives in the execution ground would cure him of all diseases.

Even though it might be just a legend that no one has ever tried, maybe it will have no effect at all, and even cost his life, but Ah Zhao doesn't want to let go of that opportunity.

Because, that might be... Qin Wushuang's only chance.

How can you go to the execution ground, how can you be beheaded? Only commit a crime, and you will be beheaded if you commit a heinous crime...

So Ah Zhao had a relationship with those desperadoes. The two crimes of assassinating the county magistrate and robbing the official bank were enough for him to die several times.

Ah Zhao said that his life should belong to Qin Wushuang...

He should die for her, he is willing...

If Qin Wushuang can be saved, he deserves to die...

If not, it doesn't matter, at least he doesn't have to live alone in a world without Qin Wushuang.

Because no one but Qin Wushuang would treat him that well!

Zhuge Canglan looked at Ah Zhao's headless corpse, and suddenly squatted on the ground and laughed silently, the smile was full of bitterness...

She has never figured out what this layer is talking about, and she doesn't know how to get through it smoothly...

Now... finally figured it out.

sick--

This is a sick and helpless world!

Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil... but it's just empty words.

However, the reality is always cruel and cruel...

The one who wanted to seize the "Poison Marrow Sutra" and encouraged Ah Zhao to die is still at large...

She didn't even have the ability to avenge them or collect their corpses, let alone who that person was.

In this story, she is helpless, the only thing she can do... is helplessness, or helplessness... because she is basically a trivial 'passerby'.

A voice suddenly came to mind in the air: "When you realize your own insignificance, and when other people's stories will still be turning around without you, then you can truly understand the meaning of the third floor...Congratulations, you are about to pass the third floor... "

Following that, Zhuge Canglan's body began to rise, and she thought inexplicably, just passed by like this?impossible!

Just as he was thinking about his body rising to more than ten meters, Zhuge Canglan looked down from the sky and saw a man approaching Ah Zhao's body, he raised his head and laughed wildly.

The voice made Zhuge Canglan suddenly recognize that he was the one who tricked Ah Zhao that night, saying that Qin Wushuang's illness could be cured only by eating steamed buns stained with the blood of a close relative who was beheaded on the execution ground.

That's why Ah Zhao chose such a road of no return...

Ah Zhao...he's just a fifteen or sixteen year old boy...

Anger filled Zhuge Canglan's chest in an instant, Zhuge Canglan didn't think at all at that moment, it seemed almost a conditioned reflex, and he swung a wind blade directly, cutting the man's head in half...

Looking at the man's fallen body, Zhuge Canglan was a little dazed, this...isn't it impossible to use spells?How can it work again...

The rising body began to fall rapidly, as if standing at the bottom of the water and seeing the reflection of someone bending over the water.

"In this space, you are just a spectator. Helplessness is anger and hatred, but you can't do anything. You are not allowed to hurt people from the beginning to the end, but you violated the rules. You will never pass this test."

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