Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

He claimed that he was not a kind person, but compared to this little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old, he was really too "soft-hearted".

The fighters below are already in extreme madness at this moment, they probably have nothing in their minds except sex and desire, except women.

Most of the fighters here come from poor backgrounds, and some are wanted criminals.

They are physically strong, they don't touch women all year round, they are aggressive, cruel and bloodthirsty... Now they can finally play with women, not to death.

Ordinary female slaves deal with one is enough to save half of their lives.

It would be a miracle if the woman with the broken tongue could survive tonight!

At this moment, Zhuge Canglan's eyes met Zhuge Liuxiang's.

Seeing the overwhelming resentment and hatred in her eyes...

A bloodthirsty smile slowly appeared on the corners of the ruddy lips.

Hate it, try to hate it...

Zhuge Liuxiang, you died in my hands in this life, if you dare to provoke me again in the next life, I can do what I did today, and make you never recover.

Seeing Zhuge Liuxiang being ruined, the long-standing bad breath in her heart finally let out a little bit.

Look, the only person who can have the last laugh is her, Zhuge Canglan.

Unless she died, no one could live well after hurting her.

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Time passed bit by bit, and the people below had already changed in turns for an unknown number of waves.

Zhuge Liuxiang gradually lost the slightest movement of struggling, allowing the people on her body to toss about wantonly.

Lust, blood, sweat smell in the air... All kinds of smells are mixed together, making people have a strong feeling of nausea.

Zhuge Canglan withdrew his gaze, walked over to Gongziyu and sat down, picked up a cup of cold tea and drank it slowly, as if he was drinking the best nectar and jade dew in the world. . . .

Gong Ziyu looked at Zhuge Canglan suspiciously, since she had achieved her goal, why didn't she leave?

In fact, he could not agree to Zhuge Canglan at all, but he was curious, wondering what step this little girl could do?

Now it seemed that she didn't just want to see that woman being abused.

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The two faced each other for a long time without moving.

It wasn't until the sky turned pale outside that the young master stood up: "Miss Canglan, it's time, the fighting arena should be cleared."

Since it's an underground fight, it's natural that you can't do business openly in broad daylight.

There is a tacit understanding between the fighting field and the government. If the fighting field does not violate the bottom line of the government, the government will come to find fault.

During the day, the business is reserved for the inn, and the fighting arena only opens after dark.

Zhuge Canglan stood up: "I didn't expect it to be dawn so soon, I had a good night, thank you..."

She was really in a good mood that night. Listening to the intense sexual intercourse below, that kind of hearty revenge made her feel an almost abnormal pleasure in her heart, and she felt really comfortable.

Gong Ziyu had a few black lines on his forehead, and said with a sneer: "Miss Canglan, you're welcome... Presumably, after last night, my business here will be even better in the next few nights, and I have to thank Miss Canglan for this."

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