The reborn daughter is a concubine

Chapter 469 Cruel Ling Chi, Crazy Revenge (5)
Turning around, Hongluan held the dagger in his hand, closed his eyes, and slashed at Qingluan's face. Everyone watched the knife fall with bated breath, and then a drop of blood oozed out and fell to the ground!Everyone gasped, it just so happened that not one drop was more and one drop was not less!
Qingluan was in pain, but couldn't cry out, looking at Hongluan, a trace of fear emerged in her heart, this is the first cut, is it already so painful?There are nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars left, how should she bear it? !

Fixedly meeting Shang Hongluan's eyes, there was a hint of pleading in her eyes, let her go!Or kill her with a knife!

Hongluan read the meaning in her eyes, a hint of sarcasm curled up at the corner of her mouth, let her go?Or kill her, it's impossible!
"It's up to you!" Taking a deep breath, Hong Luan put away the dagger, and then walked down the altar. After listening to Hong Luan's words, the clansmen went up to the altar one by one, and the knives in their hands slashed. A knife was drawn on Qingluan's body, and her face was tangled together in pain.

"One, two, three, four, five...99, one hundred."

Qingluan endured the pain, her body was completely changed, but her consciousness was still clear, and her pain was still clear. Looking at the people of the tribe passing by, and listening to the numbers reported by the people beside her, one hundred?Only one hundred?There are still nine hundred knives and nine hundred drops of blood!
She couldn't imagine if she could survive to the end. She hoped that she would lose consciousness immediately and feel no pain. However, every time the clear pain came, she was in pain, but she was disappointed in her heart. She has always longed for the position of patriarch, and when she takes the position of patriarch, she can control the fate of everyone in the clan. However, she never thought that her own destiny is still in the hands of others after all. In the hands of the tribe she wants to master!
How ironic, how ridiculous!

Is this retribution?It was God's punishment for her for treating her own sister so cruelly!

Looking at that blush, God punished her, so what about Hong Luan?Hong Luan pushed herself onto the altar, will someone punish her again?

But she didn't know that the pain Hongluan was enduring in her heart at this moment was far more intense than the pain she was suffering from Ling Chi's body now!
"Eight hundred, eight hundred and one... nine hundred... 950... nine hundred and ninety-nine."

Qingluan, overwhelmed by pain and weakness, listened to the number, nine hundred and ninety-nine?Is it almost over?However, she is not dead yet!Is God not letting her die?A trace of pride floated in her heart, she believed that the thousandth cut would definitely not kill her!

Looking at the person who walked in front of him, Qingluan's misty eyes seemed to be smiling, he saw that the knife was raised in front of her, and was about to slash at a certain part of her body, but the knife still Before touching her body, he was interrupted by a voice and froze there.

"Wait!" Hongluan said suddenly, looking at Qingluan on the altar, a sharp light shot out of her eyes, she could vaguely guess what Qingluan was thinking, but she couldn't let Qingluan have any thoughts. The slightest bit of pride!

Did she think that this last knife would not kill her?Then she wants to let her see if this last knife can kill her!

All eyes were on Hongluan. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the woman in scarlet clothes slowly walked up to the altar. The aura she exuded from her body was shocking. Everyone was guessing what the patriarch was going to do. ?
Even Qingluan couldn't help frowning slightly, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense. Seeing Hongluan walking towards her, approaching step by step, it seemed that the seductress of hell was waving at her!

Hongluan walked up to Qingluan, and said to the thousandth person, "Do you mind if I execute this knife for you?"

The clansman's eyes lit up, "Of course, of course!"

A thousand knives and a thousand drops of blood are auspicious. If he did not let the sacrifice die on the thousandth knives, then it would be unlucky, and the clansmen would definitely blame him. He was very worried, now, the patriarch himself took care of this matter, why would he not do it? !
A smile overflowed from the corner of Hongluan's mouth, took the dagger from the man's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it carefully, looking at Qingluan as if there was nothing, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger, "The last knife , belongs to Mi Ya! I will give it to you instead of him!"

She wanted to sacrifice Miya with Qingluan's blood. After Qingluan heard her words, the fear in her heart suddenly rose. The look in Hongluan's eyes was so determined, she would not let herself go!
Suddenly, a crazy factor flashed in her eyes, as if she had seen through the pain in Hong Luan's heart, very good!Her body hurts, but Hongluan's heart hurts even more!

Hongluan seemed to be aware of the deep meaning in her eyes, her eyes froze, her hand holding the dagger tightened, her heart froze, she held up the dagger in her hand, and slashed towards Qingluan's neck...

Everyone watched this scene, saw the sharp blade of the dagger draw a perfect arc, touched Qingluan's skin, a drop of blood dripped from the knife and hit the ground, Qingluan's eyes were suffocated, as if the world Just stayed at that moment...

Hong Luan clenched her teeth tightly, as if she was enduring the pain in her heart.

A cold light flashed across his eyes, Mi Ya, I gave this knife to her for you!Can you see it? !

Qingluan's pupils were wide open, as if she couldn't believe anything, but when the drop of blood crossed the knife, she felt her consciousness gradually loosen and her breathing became weak. At the last moment, she saw the fiery red in Hongluan's eyes, So hot.

The pain gradually disappeared, and the consciousness finally disappeared.

Everyone looked at Hongluan and Qingluan on the altar, and suddenly, there was a burst of cheers. No one was sad because of Qingluan's death, but they were smiling all over their faces, holding up the dagger in their hands, like after every sacrificial ceremony in the past. In that way, dancing the sacrificial dance, celebrating their new patriarch.

Hong Luan looked at the clansmen in the audience, seeing the joy on their faces, the corner of his mouth curled up with a bit of bitterness, looking at the sky that was slowly darkening, his mind was full of Mi Ya's figure.

(End of this chapter)