New wounds were growing, and the old wounds were cracked again and again after scabbing, and they were healed by the evil qi again and again, and the blood was dripping like beads with broken threads.

It's red.

Lan Wujiang is like a beast in a predicament, fighting with the sky with his life.

"Click."

Lan Wujiang gritted his teeth and put the broken leg bone in place.

Break free in a moment.

One step at a time.

She never gave up resisting, no matter how many times her adoptive father abused her, no matter how many misfortunes she encountered.

She looked at Lan He, and there was no grievance in her dry eyes, only the will to fight.

"I really don't recognize the prosperity of the capital, I only know that this prosperity is not born for me, nor is it controlled by the Lan family."

"If I were the Lan family, I would want this thousand-mile capital to be prosperous for me, and if it died, it would die! Who would dare to put our life and death in their mouths?"

Lan Wujiang's bloody hand pointed at herself, the wound in her palm was shocking, and the corner of her lips pulled into a smile, but it was so cold that it made people fall into an ice cellar.

"Grandpa, today I walked into Cunfangxuan with dignity, and now, I also want to walk out of Cunfangxuan with dignity."

"The eldest lady has already asked about the things that should be asked, and there is nothing else to say."

Ranhe's pupils shrank sharply, and the scepter in his hand slammed into the ground, and the light waves spread rapidly from the ground.

The cracks in the ground more than ten meters are shocking.

Lan Wujiang was shocked by this light wave and spat blood from her mouth, and she turned her head and looked at Lan He indifferently.

"Grandpa? Do you want me to die?"

Ranhe froze, his fingers with the jade wrench gently rubbing against the scepter.

Oh, yes? Does she want her dead?

Not.

But how could an eighth-order Qi cultivator survive in the hands of her, a true immortal cultivator?

can only choose to cling, but she chose to touch her scales.

Lan He squinted, his sleeve robe waved violently, and Lan Xiaowu, who was floating in mid-air, slowly landed, Lan Xiaowu was completely unconscious, and his gray face was like a dead man.

Lan Wujiang's fingers moved.

Lan He raised his eyebrows, pointed his scepter at Lan Xiaowu, turned his face comparable to turning a book, and asked Lan Wujiang, "She also came in in a dignified manner, why didn't you take her away in a dignified manner?"

"Grandpa, my mother also entered the mansion in a dignified manner, I couldn't take her away from Cun Fangxuan, you gave me Lan Xiaowu who was seriously injured like this, how can I save her? You ask me just to hear me say what you want to hear. ”

"I can only leave her in Cunfangxuan, and ask her to get her grandfather's mercy and pick up her life." Lan Wujiang's eyes were open, and his wriggling lips were bright red.

"You didn't give me a second option from the time you wrapped her in the aura shield, did you?" The corners of her eyes suddenly rose, but the sadness in her heart was magnified countless times.

Lan He pursed his lips and stretched out his wide hand to caress the top of Lan Wujiang's head, but stopped at Lan Wujiang's dusty head.

A strange thought flashed through my mind.

Lan Wujiang is indeed not clean.

From her background to her personality, she is brutal and wild like a wolf, as if she fought in the sea of corpses and blood, and she also wanted to bite the strongest king in the world.

Lan He let out a heavy snort, withdrew his stiff big hand, and spoke after a long time: "Good boy, grandpa understands your choice."

The coercion shrouded in Lan Wujiang's body disappeared, her bones loosened, and her steps became more brisk.

She didn't look back at Lan Xiaowu, because the more she looked at it, the more reluctant she became.

If it weren't for her greed for temporary warmth, how could Lan Xiaowu suffer like this?

Lan Wujiang laughed sarcastically, bitterness flooding in his heart.

"No ......!" Xu Gui let out another mouthful of blood, and watched Lan Wujiang leave unwillingly.

She has been a cow and a horse for more than ten years, and in Lanhe's heart, she can't compare to this little girl who has been here for a few days!

All right! That being the case, then she asked for Lan Wujiang's head!

Look at this grandfather's trust, whether it is pampering or the knife that kills her.