Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Zhuge Canglan slowly returned the blow, which should have been given to him last night.

She looked at the little prince Daiqin who was lying on the ground in disdain, and said contemptuously: "Huh, with this little skill, you still want me to be your slave girl, it's a fantasy, a man without skills, might as well hang himself never mind."

When Zhuge Canglan saw the little prince Daiqin doing these stupid things with Wusheng's face, he felt very upset.

The little prince Daiqin pushed away the servant who came to help him, and gritted his teeth angrily: "You...you dare to sneak attack on this prince, this doesn't count, I didn't pay attention at all just now, you are... a sneak attack!"

Zhuge Canglan sneered: "Okay, I'll give you one more chance! Let you lose—convince yourself."

The noise had already alarmed Khan and Yan in Khan's big tent. After they heard the maid's report, both of them were dumbfounded.

They decisively chose to pay attention to the latter when the son was injured and the son forced the girl to be his slave girl.

Their precious little son has been rebellious since he was a child, and he doesn't like women when he grows up. Every time the beautiful female slaves among the prisoners of war are selected and sent to him at the first time, but he never knows how to call.

I wanted to marry him a prince and concubine many times, but he pushed them all back.

Unexpectedly, the youngest son would one day become enlightened and take the initiative to accept female slaves.

Yan asked curiously: "Is that girl very beautiful?"

"Hui Yanshi, yes, it is very beautiful, it is simply the most beautiful flower on the grassland."

"It's not surprising, let's go, Mrs. Yan, let's go and have a look." Uli Khan is a standard prairie man, he smiled and the whole Khan tent trembled.

He was tall, strong and rough, exuding wolf-like ferocity all over his body, his eyes were like the sharpest falcon, but when he turned around to face his Yan family, he was instantly gentle like a spring of water.

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200 meters to the east of Khan's big tent, the crowd has automatically formed a large circle, with Zhuge Canglan and the little prince Daiqin standing in the middle.

Zhuge Canglan's face was cold, his eyes were like black jade that would never be warm, cold and heartless...

The little prince Daiqin was furious, he was still entangled in the blow that Zhuge Canglan gave just now, in front of so many people, he had never been so embarrassing as the little prince Daiqin, this woman is too hateful, she must be received Under his account, it will be easy to train him in the future.

Xiao Wang Daiqin said arrogantly: "Woman, if you still come here after begging for mercy, this prince will not care about women."

Zhuge Canglan snorted coldly, and replied unceremoniously: "If it's too late for you to regret it now, this girl can spare you the pain of flesh and blood."

Even if she doesn't use spells, she can still defeat a Daiqin.

In fact, Zhuge Canglan prefers this kind of close combat that challenges the human body more than fighting with spells, and fighting should be like this.

The bronzed face of Daiqin's little prince flushed with anger: "You, this prince will teach you a lesson, and I will let you make the first move."

Zhuge Canglan pursed his lips, shouting out of control.

Since someone is willing to be beaten, she doesn't need to say anything: I don't need you to let me say something like that.

Zhuge Canglan said with a smile: "Since you are looking for a fight so much, I will help you."

In the next second, Zhuge Canglan's figure was already like a ghost, and he floated in front of the little prince Daiqin in an instant, raised his leg and kicked him hard on the back knee...

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