Lang Huan's blessed land is a mountain, and Dengxiantai is built on the top of the mountain, which was originally used to provide the ancestors of the Zhuge family to ascend during the cultivation period, but the only use in the last few hundred years is - sacrifice.

When going down the mountain, there were already servants carrying sliding rods for the elders of the Zhuge family and a few of Zhuge Zheng's favorite children to ride.

Zhuge Canglan was not favored, everyone thought that she was destined to die on the mountain this time, and naturally no one would prepare a sliding rod for her.

Zhuge Liuxiang, who was sitting on the sliding pole, looked down at Zhuge Canglan with contempt.

"Ugly bastard, you just go slowly, huh...... A slut who's as cheap as your mother. ”

Glancing at the horrible wound on her wrist, her nose snorted coldly, so that she could not die is really cheap.

Zhuge Canglan now has no time to pay attention to Zhuge Liuxiang's provocation, she has to save her strength and go down the mountain There is still a long way to go, no one will take her down, she can only rely on herself.

Zhuge Canglan slowly walked at the end of the crowd, and she was able to hold out until now, all with steely perseverance.

The two feet were heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and the body that had lost too much blood was even harder than when they were trained to the extreme of physical strength in the concentration camp.

But—

She can't fall, this is just the beginning.

can't even pass a level, and she still expects to use something to change her life.

After all the people of the Zhuge family left, above Dengxiantai, a huge cloud faintly flashed scarlet light, and suddenly a clear and majestic male voice appeared.

"The people of the Zhuge family are really becoming more and more useless, and it is really a waste to leave them to live in the world."

"What the Lord said is that he is so arrogant when he has not fallen into such a field, he is really ignorant and stupid to the extreme, but ......"

"But what?"

"What do you think of that fourth little ~ sister? Her subordinates didn't feel any spiritual power on her, she didn't even have condensation."

"Just a vision fell from the sky, this little girl may be a variable in the Zhuge family."

"Didn't you say that the Zhuge family died in the nineteenth generation, could she be a variable?"

An hour later, Zhuge Canglan was groggy and finally walked down the mountain with heavy steps.

A dilapidated carriage full of men stopped at the foot of the hill, and before it could get closer, a servant woman was heard complaining.

"Really, it's so slow, let's wait so long, I really think I'm the little ~ sister of the Zhuge family, it's just a waste......"

"Don't talk about it, she'......"

"What? Am I wrong? Isn't she just a waste, she looks like that, she still has a face to live, if she were ...... Ah......h

Before the servant could finish speaking, she suddenly let out a scream like killing a pig.

Her thick palm was pierced by a silver hairpin and pinned to the wheel, and the bubbling blood stained the wheel red.

"Let me hear again, I cut out your tongue."

Zhuge Canglan's cold voice sounded behind her, and her gloomy gaze swept over a few subordinates, and they were so frightened that they all hugged their hands and trembled.

The servant woman broke out in a cold sweat in pain, and begged for mercy in fear: "Four, four little ~ sister spare my life, I ...... The slave doesn't dare anymore......"

Zhuge Canglan pulled out the blood-stained silver hairpin and stepped on the shoulders of the servant woman and sat in the carriage.

Originally, there could only be three or four people in the narrow carriage, but now there are seven of them, but six would rather be oppressed than next to Zhuge Canglan.

Sit cross-legged in the innermost part and meditate.

She tried many times, and found that this body was really weak to the extreme, and she couldn't do the most basic condensation, no wonder it was called waste.