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

The wind-dyed painting of a galloping horse in the bleak autumn wind is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, revealing its ferocity, leaving a bleak and murderous atmosphere wherever it steps on.

In just over a quarter of an hour, four men in black came running towards them. They had expressionless faces and looked extremely ordinary. They would definitely not be recognized in the crowd.

Feng Ranhua gritted his teeth and uttered two words in a creepy way: "Kill man!"

"Were you the one who rescued that person?" one of them asked.

"nonsense!"

Feng Ranhua clamped her legs around the horse's belly, her eyes flashed fiercely, and without saying a word, she formed several balls of flames and rushed towards the four people.

Disrupt their formation and disturb their sight.

In a flash, she tightened the reins, tilted the horse's head, and quickly pounced on a man in black on the right, swinging her sword and stabbing him.

With a loud bang, the sharp sword blade pierced a man in black and blood splattered.

"Fire! Ah!"

"Witch?"

"Oh, my eyes!"

Just a few breaths.

A man in black was blinded by the firelight and fell off his horse.

A man in black was stabbed in the arm and blood was flowing.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

The warhorse raised its head and turned around with a hiss. Feng Ranhua leaned over and stabbed with his sword through the wind. A bloody hole suddenly appeared on the blind black-clothed man's body.

The two remaining men in black who had escaped from the flames and were ten meters away saw that the newcomer had strange skills and terrifying demonic fire, so they made a prompt decision and rushed towards Qingling with a loud spurt.

Want to run!

Feng Ranhua frowned and stabbed the horse's belly with a sharp sword.

The warhorse was injured and neighed, running wildly towards the two men with red eyes.

Taking advantage of the situation, Feng Ranhua bent over and lay on the horse's back. He made a seal and two flames appeared in his palms.

When passing by two men in black, he threw a ball of flame into the eyes of the horses that the men in black were riding.

The eyes of the two horses were burned by the fire and they became blind. They ran around frantically, and the two people on their backs were thrown off the carriage. Then another person followed and trampled them.

Feng Ranhua quickly jumped off the horse, threw several balls of fire towards the four people, leaped forward, raised his sword and slashed several people's necks in the chaos.

Boom!

Feng Ranhua, who was as pale as snow, fell to the ground and lay there gasping for breath. Killing four people in succession had exhausted all her strength and spiritual power.

His eyelids couldn't hold up anymore and he passed out.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, and the person... disappeared.

In the empty woods, there was only a long sword stuck in the soil. Blood was flowing and splashing on the dry and yellow leaves, like a whisper.

When Feng Ranhua woke up, he found himself in a secluded valley.

I looked at the mountains in the distance with a confused look on my face. The mountains were majestic and magnificent, with peaks reaching into the sky. I saw waterfalls pouring down from the peaks and forming a stream with clear water.

Even the surrounding flowers, plants and trees exude tremendous vitality.

She murmured to herself: "I died? Traveled through time again?"

"Fool."

A familiar, clear child's voice.

Feng Ran raised her eyebrows, and it was the little broken book that brought her from the end of the world to the ancient times, and said jokingly to her wrist:

"Damn book! Did you sleep well? Did you sleep well?"

snort!

The arrogant little book snorted and ignored him.

Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes. Oh, she still has a temper. She tentatively shouted, "Holy book?"

Sure enough, the little book was happy. He was the divine book that was feared by the world. His little mouth kept chattering about his glorious history in the past.

It turned out that this was an ancient printed book. Not only did it have the storage space function that she already knew, but it also had the ability to travel through the Nine Directions Secret Realm.

For example, the secret place we are in now is called Xiguo Medicine Garden, where there are abundant fruits and medicine gardens everywhere.

Inexhaustible food!

“Hahahahahahahaha…” Feng Ranhua raised her head and laughed heartily.

The end of the world is in chaos, just like hell.

There were corpses floating everywhere, and the people there were not like human beings, but like demons and monsters with evil habits rampant, and everyone was killing people like crazy.

Everything is for survival and for a bite to eat.

Now she has an inexhaustible supply of supplies.

She hadn't yet retracted her wanton smile when she heard something in her ears.

"You can only travel through the secret realm once a month, stay for three days each time, and only bring three items with you..."

"What did you say?!"

A cold female voice suddenly sounded, as if the dead of winter had arrived in an instant, interrupting the little bookstore owner who was about to brag and shuddering.

A hint of unnaturalness flashed across Xiao Gu's face, and he shrank back, not daring to say a word.

Feng Ranhua broke into the medicine garden unscrupulously and searched for the largest ginseng with gritted teeth.

Xiao Gu said, a hundred years.

Collect! Stuff it into the space.

Damn it, this is the end of the world, all the grass will be pulled out and not a single one will be left. I held my chest and reluctantly went to another medicinal garden to find the largest Ganoderma lucidum.

Xiao Gu said weakly, “It’s also a hundred years.”

Collect! Stuff it into the space.

I also heard him mutter that there was a nest of royal jelly there, which was very effective in curing diseases and was an excellent product for beautifying the skin.

Take it away! Stuff it into the space.

When she came out of the secret realm, she happened to see the black horse lying beside her, with wet eyes and a sad expression.

Feng Ranhua was stunned. Even the horse had spirituality?

He took out some ginseng from the space, tore off a handful of ginseng roots, stuffed them into the horse's mouth, and fed it water twice.

A quarter of an hour later, the black warhorse regained its spirits.

She was worried about Bai Qi's injury, so she hurried on her way, riding a horse. Before dark, she found Qing Ling and the other person in a mud house in a village.

"This world is in chaos, with robberies and killings everywhere. You siblings, please don't run around." The landlady was kind-hearted and handed over a few bowls of egg water.

I think this is the highest courtesy her family can offer to guests.

Before that, Qingling simply helped the injured young man clean his wounds.

Feng Ranhua was anxious to find out the truth, so she went to the inner room and stripped off the torn clothes of the young man. The scene she saw was shocking.

Scars of different colors crisscrossed and covered his entire upper body like a spider web.

Feng Ranhua grabbed his shoulders in rage and pulled them like turning a salted fish over, only to find that the scars on his back were even more horrific. There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his entire back. It seemed as if the flesh was rotten and new flesh was growing, with new scars appearing in the new flesh.

Visible to the naked eye are knife wounds, whip wounds, and burns.

He...saves his life from the torture in hell!!!

From Wuzhou to the border, they saw many dead bodies along the way, but the young man's horrific scars made Qingling's scalp tingle, and she stared at the angry young lady in amazement.

Feng Ranhua's heart was filled with only anger. She restrained herself and took out clothes from the space. Qing Ling stepped forward and silently helped her change clothes.

Feng Ranhua took out some ginseng from the space, tore off a piece that was half as thick as a finger, took out a pottery pot from the carriage and boiled it into a bowl of water.

He fed "Bai Qi" all of it, covered him with a quilt, and sat at the head of the bed to watch over him. There were ice knives in his eyes and he was in a state of unrest.

If it were Bai Qi, every one of those who hurt him would be sent to the eighteen levels of hell and made to suffer all kinds of torture!

An hour later.

"Miss, please go and have a rest. I'll stay here." Qing Ling advised.

Feng Ranhua shook her head. She wanted to wait for the truth.

At the end of Xu Shi.

Finally, the young man on the bed opened his eyes, his narrow eyes were as cold as a knife, and he was filled with hostility.

Such a strong sense of hostility!