Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Langhuan Blessed Land is located on a mountain, and Dengxiantai was built on the top of the mountain. It was originally used for the ascension of the Zhuge family members who practiced Taoism and crossed the catastrophe period, but in recent hundreds of years, the only use is-sacrifice.

When going down the mountain, servants had already carried sliding poles for the elders of Zhuge's family and Zhuge Zheng's beloved children to ride on.

Zhuge Canglan was not favored in the first place, and everyone thought that she was doomed to die on the mountain this time, so no one would prepare a sliding pole for her.

Zhuge Liuxiang sitting on the sliding pole looked down at Zhuge Canglan contemptuously.

"Ugly, you can go slowly, hmph...a lowly bitch like your mother."

Glancing at the horrific wound on her wrist, she snorted coldly, it's really cheap to survive like this.

Zhuge Canglan has no time to pay attention to Zhuge Liuxiang's provocation now, she has to save her strength and there is still a long way to go down the mountain, no one will take her down, she can only rely on herself.

Zhuge Canglan walked slowly to the end of the crowd, and she was able to survive until now, all thanks to a steel-like perseverance.

His feet were so heavy that he couldn't even take a step, and his body, which had lost too much blood, was even harder than when he received extreme physical training in a concentration camp.

but--

She can't fall, this is just the beginning.

Even if she couldn't pass one level, she still expected to use something to change her fate.

After all the members of Zhuge's family left, they went up to the sky above the Xiantai, and there was a faint scarlet light behind a huge cloud, and suddenly there was a clear and majestic male voice.

"The members of Zhuge's family are really becoming more and more useless. It is really a waste to keep them alive in this world."

"What your lord said is very true. You are still so arrogant after you have not fallen into such a situation. You are really ignorant and stupid to the extreme, but..."

"But what?"

"Look what's going on with that Fourth Younger Sister? This subordinate doesn't feel any spiritual power in her body, she doesn't even have the energy to condense."

"The vision came from the sky just now, this little girl might be a change in Zhuge's family."

"Didn't you say that Zhuge's family died in the nineteenth generation? Could she be a variable?"

An hour later, Zhuge Canglan finally walked down the mountain with heavy, drowsy steps.

A dilapidated carriage full of servants stopped at the foot of the mountain. Before approaching, a servant woman was heard complaining.

"Really, walking so slowly, making us wait for so long, I really think that I am the young lady of Zhuge's family, but she is just a waste..."

"Shut up, she..."

"What? Did I say something wrong? Isn't she just a waste, she looks like that and still has the face to live? If she had been... ah..."

Before the maid could finish speaking, she suddenly let out a scream like killing a pig.

Her thick palm was pierced by a silver hairpin and fixed on the shaft of the car, and the gurgling blood stained the shaft red.

"Let me hear it again, I cut your tongue."

Zhuge Canglan's cold voice sounded behind her, and his dark eyes swept over several servants, so scared that they all folded their hands and trembled.

The servant girl broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and begged for mercy in fear: "Fourth, fourth young lady, please forgive me, I... this servant will never dare again..."

Zhuge Canglan pulled out the blood-stained silver hairpin, stepped on the servant's shoulder and got into the carriage.

Originally, there were only three or four people in the narrow carriage, but now there are seven people squeezed in, but the six would rather be overwhelmed than next to Zhuge Canglan.

Sit cross-legged on the innermost side and meditate.

She tried many times, and found that this body was extremely weak, and she couldn't even do the most basic Qi condensation, no wonder it was called a waste.