Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Zhuge Canglan sneered: "You should be thankful that you saved me, otherwise... you are not just being beaten now."

"What would happen if I didn't save you?"

Zhuge Canglan stretched out two fingers to make an eyeball-gouging finger, and said viciously: "I will goug your eyeball."

Wusheng covered his eyes and quickly took a step back, "You...you...you...you look so good."

The corner of Zhuge Canglan's mouth twitched, she thought that Wusheng would say that you were really violent, but she didn't expect his reflex arc to be so long, and he jumped to the appearance all at once.

Seeing that Zhuge Canglan was ignoring him, Wusheng slowly leaned over, and asked a little confused: "Canglan, that...why are you different from us?"

Zhuge Canglan gritted his teeth, and asked as calmly as possible: "Why are they different, don't they all have two eyes, a nose and a mouth...?"

Wusheng shook his head: "It's different, it's just different... your smell is different from ours." And the body seems to be different too.

In the second half of the sentence, his intuition told him that if he said it, he might be beaten even worse, so Wusheng really chose to swallow it in his stomach.

Zhuge Canglan breathed a sigh of relief, "What's the smell?"

"I don't know what to say, I've never seen... you... you like this..."

Zhuge Canglan was surprised from the bottom of her heart. She remembered something. Those dead people she had seen and entered the barracks had never seen a woman before. Could it be...they have never seen a woman?

There are still so many women here, but if there are no women, how did these people come here?

However, if this is the case, it would be easy to fool him.

Zhuge Canglan said casually: "I'm human just like you, and I'm not a goblin. It's no different. Come on, take me out for a walk...I haven't seen the barracks yet."

Wusheng stopped her: "You can't go out like this..."

"Why not?"

"Come with me." Wusheng grabbed Zhuge Canglan's hand and dragged him into his general's tent, then drove everyone out, writhing alone for a long time.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhuge Canglan looked at himself in the bronze mirror with a chill.

Wusheng didn't know what he had painted on her face, so he painted her face a somewhat dull sallow yellow, looking like a malnourished teenager, completely different from the beautiful girl who was like a lotus blooming just a moment ago. no the same.

But this is much more ordinary, without blinking at all, and it's easier to get along with a group of men.

Wusheng looked at Zhuge Canglan's face with satisfaction: "In this way, I can rest assured..."

……

After many days, Zhuge Canglan gradually felt that this 'lifeless land' should really exist.

It was just another space, a space completely different from the stone steps she lived in, a tragic world that really existed.

From her initial impatience, she became numb.

Fifteen days, experienced nearly twenty battles...

Every time was more tragic, she watched those familiar faces fall down one by one, the blood stained the loess.

Zhuge Canglan asked those soldiers, where did they come from, and why did they fight?

They all answered that they didn't know, they didn't know where they came from, and they didn't know why they called...

It seems that he was born to fight, to fight and kill, to fight until he dies...

As if that was the reason for the inanimate existence!

(ten)