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The Northern Region of the Martial Origin Continent

Cang Lan Shan

"You little slut, why aren't you smiling? Don't you smile at Qi Feng the way you normally do?" Today, I made you laugh, so why are you crying? "You little slut, you have a mother and no mother, yet you want to get your hands on big brother Qi Feng. Why don't you see if you're worthy?"

The second daughter of the Jun Family, Jun Jiarou, held a thorny whip in her hand as she viciously whipped the pale-faced woman on the tree. Her clothes were in tatters, and the place where the whip passed by was covered in blood.

Jun Ling was in so much pain that she almost fainted, but her eyes were still fixed on the woman in front of her. When she saw her anger, she couldn't help but laugh, "Second sister, even if I'm a good-for-nothing, even if you're a genius, you're still destined to never marry Gu Wei Feng. Because I'm the direct descendant, and you're just a bastard."

Jun Ling was still gritting his teeth in frustration no matter how hard he tried to beat her up. She was unwilling to beg for mercy even if it meant her death. The frustration in Jun Jia Rou's heart became even stronger. It was as if he was just a clown and Jun Ling, who was being hung on a tree, was still the eldest daughter of the Jun Family of the Medicine Valley, a person that even the princesses of the various kingdoms would have to look up to.

She hated this feeling. Jun Ling was clearly a good-for-nothing who knew nothing about medicine, while she was an early second level alchemist. Moreover, she was the most talented alchemist amongst her peers. But why couldn't she get her grandfather's favor no matter how hard she tried? Yet, this good-for-nothing received the love and care of his grandfather? His grandfather had even thought of passing down the Medicine Valley to this slut, how could a trash like her obtain all these?

He had put in so much effort to study, yet he could not get what he wanted. Yet, this good-for-nothing had easily obtained it.

How could she not hate him?

Jun Ling looked at Jun Jiarou with a pitying look in his eyes, and said, "Grandpa is an expert of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, and those people of yours can't kill him. If you have the ability, then kill me.

After she finished this sentence, her eyebrows were already knit together. The wounds on her body were really painful, so painful that she wanted to die immediately. However, she couldn't. Her pride, her pride, wouldn't let her die just like that. She was the eldest daughter of the Jun Family, and the fiancée of the Northern Qin Crown Prince Gu Weifeng. She couldn't lose to Jun Jia Rou, the concubine. She believed that as long as she endured until her grandfather returned, everything would be fine.

Every time she thought of Gu Qi Feng's pained and regretful eyes, her heart ached. She hated herself for being a beggar girl, hated this slut who obstructed her marriage to the most perfect Prince Qi Feng of the Yuan Wu Continent.

However, before she was killed, she would definitely torture this little bitch. If he let her die too happily, then all the hardships and grievances she had suffered all these years would be for nothing.

She wanted to turn those grievances into blood and pay back to Jun Ling bit by bit.