Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

It was a day in late July. Fierce dark clouds rolled in, and the sky at noon suddenly became as dark as night. Fierce winds and heavy rain tore through the sky fiercely.

From an earthen house at the border, a shrill cry was heard, breaking through the layers of storm.

"Blood! So much blood!"

"Qiao Lian beat Miss Feng to death?"

The Miss Feng that everyone was talking about was lying lifeless on the ground, with blood flowing from her long black hair, staining the ground red.

Upon hearing the news, Doctor Sun rushed over, checked his breath, felt his pulse, and sighed, "Alas, the heart pulse is broken. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, there would be no medicine to cure it."

Someone is really dead!!!

When everyone heard this, they scattered in horror, leaving Qingling alone, hugging her young lady and crying heartbreakingly.

Suddenly, the beautiful eyes of the woman on the ground suddenly opened, an enchanting halo circulated, and a ten-mile painting emerged in her mind.

Before she could think much, she felt as if her head had been run over by a car. A burning pain came over her like a tidal wave, as if her whole body was burning in a furnace.

Her dry throat slowly rolled, and she uttered a word with difficulty: "Water."

Qing Ling's cries suddenly stopped. She lowered her head and met a pair of beautiful eyes. Her absent-minded eyes lit up instantly and she screamed in surprise:

"Miss, um... Doctor Sun said you... wow... I thought you were really gone..."

Under the dim light, there was a skinny little girl in front of him. He hugged her tightly and treated her like a treasure.

Feng Ranhua felt a sour feeling in her chest, her throat tightened, and she closed her eyelids, with two tears sliding out of the corners of her eyes.

She frowned impatiently. How could Feng Ranhua, the feared female devil of the last days, cry?

While Qingling went to pour the water, Feng Ranhua raised his right hand with difficulty, and sure enough, there was an ancient book pattern on his wrist.

She followed the instructions in the broken book, took out a drop of spiritual spring water from the space, and stuffed it into her mouth with her last bit of strength.

Slowly, as if bathing in the warm spring sun, vitality is awakened to every part of the body, and the pale lips turn as red as blood.

Finally alive.

I finally understood that she had traveled through time.

She traveled to the Great Yan Kingdom, a country that had never appeared in history. The name of this body was also Feng Ranhua, and she was the eldest daughter of the Feng family in the Yong'en Marquisate.

The eldest daughter of a marquis family was actually an abandoned girl who was treated like a worthless grass. She was locked up in a remote courtyard since she was a child and lived a miserable life.

Sadly, at the age of eleven, she was sent to the Han Palace like an object by the Marquisate to bring good luck. Less than a year later, Yizhou sent news that the Han King was healthy, but the Han Palace turned its back on her.

She was thrown into a villa in Wuzhou, where she stayed for five years.

What's even more ridiculous is that she is now at Xiamen Pass, a border pass in Yizhou under the jurisdiction of King Han.

More than 20 days ago, she was abducted by the King of Han's subordinates to serve as a military wife to make up the number of people. With the press of three fingers and the red official seal, the marriage certificate was signed, and she was sent to the border to be a soldier!

King of Han!!!

Feng Ranhua gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

However, she lived a new life, escaped the corrupt bloody atmosphere of the end of the world, and came to a pure land with fresh air and lush green fields. It seemed that God treated her well.

She found a comfortable seat, leaned back, and looked around the pitch-black room. A broken oil lamp illuminated an area the size of a palm.

In my memory, this house is exactly like a refugee camp in the end times, smelly, dirty and dilapidated.

There were six people living in such a shabby little house. They probably thought I was dead, and the other four didn't dare to come back.

Among them is a murderer named Qiao Lian.

A squeak interrupted her thoughts.

The door was pushed open and Qingling came in with some water. She saw that the young lady, who should have had a pale face as white as paper, now had a rosy complexion.

Her dry and chapped lips moved, and she suppressed her voice and dared not scream, but her tears were already flowing uncontrollably.

Is this the last gasp of Miss? Miss...

Feng Ranhua seemed to see through her wild thoughts and pouted:

"I'm hungry."

After saying this, he grabbed the cup forcefully and drank all the water in one breath.

The hands are strong and powerful.

Qingling burst into laughter, the young lady was still alive, really alive, and she happily went out to cook for the young lady.

Oh, her wound.

Feng Ranhua touched the bloody hole on his head and his scalp was as smooth as new. He never expected that there was such a magical spring water that could heal wounds.

In order to avoid anyone noticing anything, he cut a few strips of cloth, tied three circles around the wound on his head, and tied a bow.

camouflage.

The next day, early in the morning.

Feng Ranhua woke up slowly and smelled the damp and rotten smell in the air, which made her alert and thought that she was still on a mission in the apocalyptic hell on earth.

After being stunned for a moment, she realized that she had traveled through time!

Moreover, she was abducted by a heartless man and taken to the border to be paired with a soldier!!!

Damn it, speaking of married soldiers, I have seen three of them. Not only are they ugly, but they haven't taken a bath in many days and they stink all over.

If you stand there and scratch, you can scratch out three or four lice jumping between your palms.

This guy dared to let her devil marry him, he must be so brave. If he pissed her off, she would burn down his military camp!

She is the best expert in the four major bases of the apocalypse and a level ten fire-type mutant.

Feng Ranhua's beautiful eyes turned, she snorted coldly, and cast a seal, and fire came out of her fingertips...

fire!!!

A tiny flame flickered, mocking her mercilessly.

Puff...it's gone.

Feng Ranhua: “…”

This...I guess a head-on confrontation won't work, so I can only run away!

"Ah, it's a fake corpse!"

A pretty girl was standing at the door, her face full of panic, interrupting Feng Ranhua's thoughts.

She turned her head and saw, oh, the murderer who killed the original body is back, Qiao Lian!

Feng Ranhua leaned back, her brows furrowed, her red lips curled up, and her tone was a little lazy:

"Pretending to be dead? This term is new to me."

He is not dead!

Qiao Lian's eyes widened. She thought she was dead yesterday, so she gave herself to that ugly man for protection. She could have married a lieutenant or become the general's wife...ah...

A surge of anger rushed straight to her head, and she cursed angrily:

"You bitch, you pretended to be dead yesterday and deliberately came to harm me. Did you think that by harming me, you could marry Captain Ma?

I bother!

Why are you pretending to be pure and innocent? Do you think we don't know that you were already played badly in Yuquan Town that day?"

What a courage!

Feng Ranhua's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In an instant, Qiao Lian's throat was strangled by a pair of iron-like hands. She felt like she was drowning and suffocated. Her hands and feet were hanging in the air and twitching helplessly.

"Ah!" someone else screamed.

Hearing the noise, Feng Ranhua glanced coldly with a murderous look in her eyes. The people at the door looked as if they were being stared at by prey, with a chill in their expression.

Qiao Lian, the human-shaped ornament that was pressed tightly against the wall, had distorted facial features and stared at Feng Ranhua with her eyes bulging out. A frantic whimpering sound came out of her throat, filled with begging.

You come to beg her now? Did your original body die in vain?

"What an ugly thing! Just like a zombie."

Tsk tsk, Feng Ranhua had a smile on her lips, and her jade hand suddenly fell on Qiao Lian's forehead, patting her twice as if to soothe a furry animal.

Qiao Lian took a deep breath, her eyes lit up, and the sudden rain turned to clearness in an instant.

I never thought, the next moment.

"Crack!"

The arms were removed.

Another "click!"

Her jaw was dislocated, causing her screams to get caught in her throat.

Feng Ranhua raised the Qiao Lian in her hand with disgust and threw it away.

Haw!

Qiao Lian was like a puddle of mud, lying limply on the ground.