She, the leader of the world of assassins in the twenty-first century, once she was reborn, she became the destitute daughter of the Third House of the Cold House in the Black Turtle Continent. In her previous life, she had been deemed as a good-for-nothing and had been tormented ever since she was born. In this life, she vowed to take revenge on her and take back everything that belonged to her. He, the cold and strange son of the Demon Lord, moved erratically. He always appeared when she needed him. Initially, he had only wanted to investigate her secrets, but he felt guilty for being injured. To protect Leng Lingqi, he did not hesitate to remove the devil arts from his body, and he did not hesitate to renounce the position of Demon Lord. At first she thought he was nosy and hated him, but then …

My Seemed To Be Loser Concubine

Not being able to care that much, Leng Lingqi forcefully pushed the spirit energy in her body to the limit, transforming it into sharp sword qi, enveloping her entire body and rushing into the battle with Lan Shaotong.

What Leng Lingqi liked the most was the pleasure of fighting bare-handed in close combat, even if her opponent had a weapon in their hands.

Lan Shaotong ignored him, and got hit on the shoulder by Leng Lingqi's fist, and that fist became a sword.

"Enough," Zhan Chen said softly, and his voice directly reached the two of them's ears.

Only then did the two of them stop.

"I, cold girl, have lost. I am convinced of my defeat." Lan Shaotong held onto her shoulder.

Leng Lingqi gestured for small furnace to throw the medicinal pellet over: "This is a top-grade Gold Injury Pill, after taking it for an hour, it will be alright."

Victory at the step