Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The moment her body fell, she had not yet digested her memories and attacked her again.

This world is not the dynasty she is familiar with.

Mainland Shenzhou, a world of martial arts.

The mainland is divided into three major countries, distributed among the Zhou dynasty, Longxu kingdom, An kingdom, the three countries are triangulated, the middle of the three countries is the forest of warcraft, inside the warcraft crossing, even the martial arts enter dangerous.

And she danced in the clouds, the youngest common daughter of General Zhou Dynasty's palace, the nine ladies of the world's population who were naturally ill and wasted.

On the mainland of Shenzhou, every child is tested for their natural gifts at the full moon of their birth.

And besides her test, which is zero, she's born with waste wood, she's also weaker than most people.

Especially when she had just reached the age of one, her birth mother disappeared silently, resulting in her being abandoned since childhood in the mountain hut behind the General's Palace.

She lived fifteen years under the bullying of her aunt, sister and servant.

The cloud dance didn't know why she existed from the moment she came out of her mother's memory, but she wrote down the desolate humiliation of being bullied from childhood to the moment she was big.

Yeah, her five-phoenix became a cloud dancer, so, those humiliated, she'd get it back for her one by one.

Three days later!

The cloud dance drank the last bite of animal blood before rising from the red tiger on the ground.

The smell of bloody, disgusting blood was still in her mouth, but she felt the warmth that began to spread throughout her body, and the cloud dance caused a bloodthirsty smile.

The blood of a warcraft really does make up for it.

For the past three days, the cloud dance has been calm with all sorts of colors encountered in the forest and strange colors of warcraft.

Because this heresy didn't give her time to be surprised, to get used to it.

All she knows is that if she wants to live, she has to be stronger, stronger, stronger...

For three days, as long as it was the beast near the bottom of the cliff, she killed it and drank its blood.

The torn body is really gradually beginning to recover, albeit very slowly.

And the sudden sound of the old voice came from the necklace she had worn around her neck since birth. Turns out, her necklace was a sacred relic of the ancient Witch clan, and she woke up to the elves in the necklace.

However, the elf said that she was now dead and could not make a contract with her, so she could not tell her anything else, simply that if she did not want her body to rot, she would drink animal blood, eat holy grass, and then the necklace would not move.

Animal blood?

She drank three days of animal blood, her hands and feet were severed, and she actually grew up strangely again.

Holy grass?

As a 21st Century Killer organization code-named 'Divine Doctor’, she has no taste in herbs, but is highly versed in pharmacological herbs.

After three days of searching around the neighborhood, you can't find it, so you can only go to the deepest part of the forest.

Tonight is the full moon night, and the beasts in the woods, they all seem to be moving with agitation and stupidity.

The cloud dance hides its breath, but the speed of lurking deeper has not slowed.

Until a second-stage leopard blocked the way.

The cloud danced in a flash, leaning behind a giant tree, flipping her wrist, a sharp, sharp tall stone dyed with her homemade poisonous grass juice, under the moonlight forest, like a raging beast, suddenly stabbed against the head of a leopard lying in front of her.

Sneak attacks are the best part of a killer.

“Ho...” The leopard growled, cutting across the forest.

Hands up and down, pointy stones pulled out, blood flowing in the brain.

The lean body that had just been poured had been lurking in the opposite direction.

Seeing that the leopard roared, the strange silent forest finally had some movement, Qi Qi poured towards the bloody spot.

At night, the cloud dance has gone silent, bypassing the range of the warcraft and entering deep into the forest.

In the depths of the forest, it is a lake of relaxation, on a shimmering lake, reflecting a full circle of full moons, beautiful and strange.

Around the lake are flowers of different colours.

I saw the flowers around me, the clouds dancing on my tight lips, slowly curling up a bloody smile.

Selected some of the best wound herbs to chew on, and the cloud dance also collected some anti-inflammatory pus herbs to put aside.

Although Warcraft's blood can repair menstrual wounds, trauma cannot. Her fleshy wounds have begun to inflame and putrefy, giving off a stench of rotten meat.

Under the moon, the clouds faded away from the clothes that were so shattered that they could barely conceal themselves, walking naked into the deep lake.

When the cold lake water came into contact with the blurred wound, it caused a lot of pain.

But the cloud dance did not hesitate, the hand, while cleaning the flesh of the body crushed stone, the pus rotten meat was also snapped away.

Bean-sized cold sweat, slipping off his forehead, but the cloud dance didn't say a word, and his eyebrows didn't even wrinkle, but his breathing was a little heavier.

The lake around her gradually became red...

When the cloud dance rose from the lake, the wounds were bloody.

She seemed to be blind, sitting by the lake, grabbing the prepared anti-inflammatory herbs and chewing them up in her mouth, then covering her wound with saliva.