The Emperor's Daughter Arrives: Upgrade to Fight Monsters and Find Husbands

Jiu Tang slowly walked inside while humming a little tune, looking at the rockery and flowing water of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was peaceful and peaceful. From the outside, the courtyard of the prime minister, his wife and the various ladies looks unique, lively and full of life.

While walking, Jiu Tang also saw the incredible and shocked eyes of the servants passing by, as if he had seen a ghost.

After walking northwest for a long time, we arrived at the innermost courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It's more like a woodshed than a yard. It doesn't even have a decent door. When the breeze blows, the door creaks, as if it's about to fall to the ground.

Before even setting foot in the door, I heard a burst of smashing and sobbing coming from inside:

"Oh, sister Lan Xin, let me tell you, this useless house is unlucky. I just came here and I feel uncomfortable all over."

Someone else answered: "Let's just burn it down later, so that this loser and her short-lived mother can stay together."

"Haha, you don't even know what kind of virtue you are, but you still have the nerve to occupy the position of Miss Prime Minister's Mansion."

Lan Xin directed the crowd and said arrogantly: "Today, I have been ordered by the madam and the eldest lady to clean up the house of the prime minister's house. And this cheap maid can be sold directly later."

"I don't allow you to say that, miss!" Qingwu struggled to stand up, but was kicked to the ground and whipped hard on the back.

"Ah!" Qing Wu cried out in pain, and the burning pain made her unable to hold back tears. "Our young lady is also the fourth young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. If you do this, does the master know?"

"You bitch, birds of a feather really differentiate themselves from each other! A useless slave, haha, is indeed a trash too. I might as well tell you that I have long disliked that little trash and brought shame to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now this matter is something that I have tacitly approved of."

Lan Xin looked disdainful and looked down at Qing Wu who was lying on the ground: "Besides, that little loser was beaten to death by the eldest lady and thrown into the Chaobai Forest a long time ago. It is estimated that by now, all the bones have been chewed clean by the monsters!"

The servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion are basically all Foundation Establishment monks, and the older ones are already at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Only Qingwu, who was originally a beggar on the roadside, was picked up by Jiutang. Although she is diligent and loyal in protecting her master, she is also unable to practice, so no one in the house looks down upon her.

After Lan Xin finished speaking, she saw Qing Wu on the ground who was crying after hearing the tragic news about Jiu Tang. She felt unhappy and went up to give her another whip: "Since you are so reluctant to let go of that little loser, go underground and accompany her!"

Qingwu closed his eyes tightly, knowing that he couldn't escape, and knowing the bad news about his young lady, he felt so sad that he stayed where he was.

"Ah!" Several maids on the side were gloating and preparing to look at Qing Wu's tragic appearance, but unexpectedly a burst of spiritual power struck Lan Xin's deadly whip, which instantly hit her face.

A deep mark immediately opened on Lan Xin's delicate and white left face, the skin and flesh opened, and bright red blood spilled out.

Xiaojiabiyu's face, which originally looked like one, instantly became a bit ferocious.

"Who! What bitch made a sneak attack!" Lan Xin was furious. The face she had been protecting so carefully was destroyed. She didn't know if she could still find the elixir to heal her. She still wants to marry into a wealthy family and enjoy the glory and wealth with this appearance.

Jiu Tang walked in from the courtyard door and caught a glimpse of Qing Wu who was lying on the ground, with blood faintly spilling from his back.

A hint of bloodthirsty killing intent flashed through his originally calm and indifferent eyes.

"Miss! Miss!" Qingwu cried with joy, "I just know that you are fine."

Then he burst into tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.com.cn"

Lan Xin was stunned. Isn't this little loser dead?

She pointed at Jiutang in shock: "You..." How are you still alive?

Then she became angry again. This loser must have used some magic method. As the eldest lady's personal maid, she is now in the middle stage of foundation building!

But she had her face hurt by this trash just now! Magic! It must be a witchcraft!

Several people watching nearby were also shocked by this incident. As soon as he saw that the person coming was Jiu Tang, his face changed again.

Come to think of it, it was just a coincidence. After being a waste for so many years, how can I suddenly be able to practice?

Lan Xin felt that she was in the middle stage of foundation building, and she had just been slack and didn't notice it, which allowed this waste to take advantage of it.

Lan Xin remembered how many times this loser had seen them before. He was always panic-stricken and frightened, holding his head in his hands and begging for mercy. He had never looked at them with such indifference like he did today.

But trash is trash after all. Lan Xin became arrogant again. She clenched her whip and faced Jiutang: "Trash, if you see me, why don't you..."

Jiutang dug his ears: "Noisy!"

A knife flew out, and Lan Xin's hand, which she had just pointed at, was instantly scratched by the dagger and fell to the ground.

"Ah!!!!" Lan Xin's voice instantly became violent and frightened, and the whip in her hand instantly fell to the ground. How can this be! This waste actually actually has some cultivation!

Jiu Tang stretched out her hand, and the whip flew directly into her hand, and she held it tightly.

Jiu Tang concentrated his spiritual power on the whip, mixed it with a trace of fire spiritual power, and swung it directly at Lan Xin and his party.

Several people wanted to avoid it, but Jiu Tang's peak cultivation level was not enough. The fusion-level blow directly knocked several people over and smashed them against the wall!

Several people spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and then they realized that this waste had really changed.

In this chilling aura and cold and sharp eyes, where are the traces of the trash from the past?

Several people saw the situation clearly and ignored the burning pain of their wounds. They quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Miss Fourth, please spare the lives of the slaves. The slaves have no choice but to do so!"

Jiutang sneered: "Oh? You want me to spare your lives?"

Several people nodded wildly and couldn't stop kowtowing: "The young lady and madam instigated us to do this, and we had no choice but to do it!"

Jiu Tang whipped out another whip, ending the lives of several people.

Spare their lives? Who spared the life of the original owner? If she hadn't arrived in time, who would have spared Qing Wu's life?

Only Lan Xin was still on the ground with her arrogant words: "Oh, so what if you can practice? I am the eldest lady. If you dare to kill me, the eldest lady and my wife will never let you go!"

Jiu Tang ignored her and went straight to feed Qing Wu, who was still bleeding from the back, a blood-restoring pill.

Jiutang rubbed Qingwu's head, which was still in tears, and handed the whip to her: "Go ahead and avenge yourself."

He added: "As long as you can't be beaten to death."

Qingwu nodded vigorously, excited about the young lady's change.

Although she had no cultivation, the whip she swung with all her strength caused considerable damage to Lan Xin, who was already seriously injured.

There was a crackling sound in the courtyard, and Qingwu whipped one whip after another, as if he wanted to vent his inner grievances and dissatisfaction.

After dozens of whippings, Qingwu was panting and his face was red from exhaustion, but his eyes were bright and sparkling with joy, as if all the years of gloom had been swept away.

Lan Xin was lying on the ground, breathing slightly, and seemed to have passed out.

Zhuzhu came up with two paws again and used Lan Xin's clothes to rub the dust on the flesh pad.

Jiu Tang raised his lips and smiled slightly: "Send them all to the eldest lady.

If I really don’t have much to offer, let’s just think of this as a gift for them when I come back. "