Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Ask word by word: "Write? Or not?"

Written, everything is easy to say!Do not write?That's even better, she has plenty of ways to get him to take the initiative to write.

Zhuge Zheng said solemnly: "I won't write."

The patriarch of his dignified Zhuge family was divorced by a concubine. If it spreads, how can he gain a foothold in Kongxiang City?What is the reputation of the Zhuge family?

A hundred years later, when he went underground, how would he face the ancestors of the Zhuge family?

Zhuge Canglan took a look at his excellent hands, and said coldly: "If you don't write, what are you doing with these hands?"

Zhuge was getting a chill down his spine: "What are you going to do?"

Jin Mi crispy smiled and said: "You old man, could it be that the master didn't speak clearly enough, or you can't hear people's words clearly, and you can't write with your hand, why keep it, of course it's cut off."

With a bang, he took out his dagger and stuck it on the table, penetrating three points, with a cold murderous look.

Wutong's dagger, Zhuge Canglan is practical, it was right not to give it to him.

Zhuge was trembling suddenly, and the blood on his face slowly faded: "You...don't mess around, I am your real father, your real father..."

Hand, if his hand is chopped off... how can he continue to improve his cultivation in the future.

Just as Jin Mi finished speaking, with a bang, she took out her dagger and stuck it on the table, penetrating three points, exuding a cold murderous look.

Zhuge Canglan sneered: "I dare to take your life, let alone chop off your hands."

Zhuge was trembling suddenly, of course he knew that Zhuge Canglan dared to take his life.

But... this letter of divorce, I really can't write it!After writing the letter of divorce, the prestige of the Zhuge family will be ruined.

But if you don't write, your hands... can't keep it!

Zhuge really regretted it, why didn't this dead girl strangle her when she was born, and let him live a good life until now he is harming the people of Zhuge's family!

Zhuge Canglan pulled out the dagger, "One last question, should I write it or not?"

Zhuge Zheng's hands were trembling. If he wrote this letter of divorce today, his fame would be ruined in one day.

But what if you don't write it?

Could it be?These two hands are really about to be chopped off...

Zhuge was raising his head, looking at Qian Zeyu for help, "Sixth Prince...Xiaomin is your subject, can you leave me alone?"

Qian Zeyu looked at him coldly: "That's her business, it has nothing to do with my prince!"

Zhuge Canglan grinned, "Don't delay with me, I'll chop off your left hand if you haven't made a decision dozens of times, and chop off your right hand if you don't make a decision! I will do what I say!"

After several mental struggles, Zhuge was closing his eyes, raised his hand to pick up the pen, and said with difficulty: "I...write!"

The sixth prince has fully stated his position. For their family, whether to ask or not to ask, Zhuge Canglan, a dead girl, doesn't care about family affection at all. He has no other choice except this.

Zhuge Canglan began to read word by word, every word was equivalent to a slap on Zhuge Zheng's face.

His hands trembled like leaves falling in the wind. This kind of shame was even worse than his loss when his daughter was injured. It was simply a great shame in this life.

Zhuge Zheng vowed from the bottom of his heart that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would definitely deal with this evil beast with his own hands.

After finishing writing, Zhuge Canglan checked that it was correct, and asked Zhuge Zheng to sign and press his thumbprint.

She finally withdrew her sword, and walked up to Aunt Liu with the letter of divorce: "Mother, I'm sorry, I didn't ask your opinion, don't worry, I will take care of you in the future."

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