"But one trick, this waste is dead?" Lan Wenjiu sneered, indifferent to the blood in front of her, she waved her hand, and the soldiers behind her lifted the sedan chair again, and the two beautiful maids walked forward quickly, bent down and knelt on the ground, becoming Lan Wenjiu's footsteps.

Lan Wenjiu raised his chin, still in a lofty posture.

What if she is the daughter of the Lan family? As long as her father is there, she is not covering the sky with one hand in the Lan family.

The sedan chair was lifted by the guards, and the light gauze tents on both sides flew over, and at this moment, Lan Wujiang sneered fiercely, and the flesh lying on the ground curled his fingers.

Dantian gathers strength, and the evil spirit torrents.

Her whole person was supported by this qi, beads of sweat dripped from her hair, Lan Wujiang's body was as light as a ghost, she jumped in stride, grabbed the wooden pole that lifted the sedan chair, she dragged it fiercely, and the whole sedan chair turned backwards.

In an instant, there were countless cigarettes and ashes, and screams were repeated.

The guards put their knives one after another, Lan Wenjiu fell to the ground, and there was not a single piece of gold and jade on the sedan chair.

"A waste who doesn't even have cultivation can survive Miss Ben's move?! No way!" Lan Quan screamed in pain, and when she saw the bloodstained but empty acacia tree, she reacted quickly, her arms propped up on the ground, and she roared in shock.

The heat wave swept in, Lan Wujiang's face covered by broken hair was revealed, the girl's cold eyes, vicious, eyebrows like Daiyu, lips like Danzhu, stunning and hard to find.

Lan Wenjiu's light veil was torn, but she still held the family style, the guards pulled her up, she pointed at Lan Wujiang's eyebrows with her bare hands, and her eyebrows were furrowed, "Who are you?!"

"I'll just say it once, and you remember it."

"Lan Wujiang, Lan Qing's daughter, the master of Qinghuan Building."

Lan Wenjiu trembled, looking at the smashed sedan chair and his face turned red, "You waste!" Why do you live in Qinghuan Building?"

"How do you know I'm trash? Is it because you can't feel my aura cultivation?" Lan Wujiang smiled bloodthirsty, and the evil qi around her continued to pour into her body.

There is not only spiritual energy and demonic energy on the Chaos Continent, but also disgusting qi, and everyone in the world regards disgusting qi as waste qi, and only her damaged dantian is born because of this.

The framework of transcendence and black and white jumps out of that line.

Never be constrained.

This is a secret that she has hidden for fourteen years, but there is too little evil qi that can be mobilized before, and after Feng Zhao clicks, she can keep the clouds open and see the moon.

The disgust converged into a huge current, and the fireball that was still gathering in Lan Wenjiu's hand was beaten into a string of sparks by Lan Wujiang's evil qi, and fell to the ground, stirring up dust and dots.

Lan Wujiang leaned on his back, only to find that the bloodstains on his body had disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, the red rope jade pendant on his neck was abrupt and dreamy.

Feng Zhao crossed her, saved her, and gave her a new life, she owed Feng Zhao a life.

She won't let Feng Zhao down.

One more hit! The evil aura on Lan Wujiang's body directly rushed Lan Wenjiu out of ten meters, and the soldier's formation was violently shaken apart.

She gasped, feeling the power of her untapped potential.

The guards around her didn't dare to move forward with their swords, Lan Wujiang clapped her hands, the cloth shoes on her feet had been turned into ashes and burned in the first fireball of Lan Wenjiu, and her bare little feet moved forward, frightening step by step.

The white smoke dissipated, the guards' eyes widened, the few strips of cloth on Lan Wujiang's body were half-covered and half-hidden, and she was like a demon queen born in a decisive battle, bleeding coldly.

"Bring the key." Lan Wujiang pressed one knee on Lan Wenjiu's stomach, and the hairpin that fell from the head of Lan Wenjiu in his hand reached the slender neck of Lan Wenjiu.

She really wanted to kill her.

Lan Wenjiu's eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, and the key of his palm was stretched out in front of Lan Wujiang, Lan Wenjiu screamed in pain, only to find that he had an extra slap mark on his face.

She almost bit a bite of her teeth, looked at her empty palm, and said hysterically, "Lan Wujiang, you wait!" When the time comes, let you get out of the Lan family and kneel and beg me to forgive you. ”

Lan Wujiang ignored Lan Wenjiu and strode into Qinghuan Building.

This is her territory, and she guards it herself.

That slap, for herself, for her past cowardice, but also for her mother, Lan Wenjiu, the pheasant dove occupies the magpie's nest and defiles Qinghuanlou.

"Click." The golden key was inserted into the gate, and the door slowly opened, and the agarwood thousand-year-old wood carried a unique fragrance.

The gold and jade hanging beams are exquisite.

The maids of Qinghuanlou knelt on the ground, their clothes were mopping the floor, their heads were round, their faces were almost buried in their sleeves, and no one dared to look up at Lan Wujiang.

"Please punish the young lady." More than dozens of people spoke in unison.

Lan Wujiang lowered his eyes, touched the jade pendant on the red rope, and the corners of his lips rose.

When people are at a low point, everyone wants to step on it, and when he is successful, he will change his face and live in the world.