Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

"It's just a legend, I don't believe it." Qingfeng shook her head, her voice was firmer than ever before: "I will find Aotian, and I will definitely find Aotian!"

It's not that she doesn't believe Nalan Qingyun's words, but that if she doesn't look for the entrance of the so-called Broken Nine Heavens Wonderland with her own eyes, she will never believe that Nangong Aotian can't get in.

He said that there is no place in this world that he cannot go.

If he had not come in, where would he be?

She would rather believe that he fell with her, but she was also unwilling to believe that he would go to a place without her.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out the sharp dagger and put it in Nalan Qingyun's hand: "Take care!"

Life and death depend on each other, never an empty talk.

"Wait a minute, I'll accompany you!" Nalan Qingyun said in a low voice, returned the dagger in his hand to Qingfeng, shook his head slowly, and said lightly but firmly: "I will accompany you to find him."

Although I can't love your lover for a while, but I can't watch you looking for that person with the pain all over your body.

Even at this moment, heartache, jealousy, entangled in my heart, but I still can't watch you go.

His love for the woman in front of him is so deep, so deep, even he himself never expected when it would be deep enough to violate his heart again and again.

He stubbornly didn't think about it, stubbornly didn't think about it, thinking that she was still the woman he had guarded for three years.

He thought that in this way, one day he would be able to touch her heart.

He has been deceiving himself and others, but today he finally waited for this moment, and the scabbed wound was torn apart forcefully, bloody and fleshy, and painful to the bone marrow.

Qingfeng, do you know?

At this moment, how jealous I am of Nangong Aotian.

I was so, so jealous of him.

But even more can't wait to strangle my cowardly self to death!

Alive, alive strangled to death!

The lonely back straddles her front, and under the faint fire, his figure drags so long, so long, with the eternal loneliness and deep loneliness.

Looking at the lonely and lonely figure, Qingfeng opened her mouth, wanting to refuse, but muttered, unable to say anything, and finally swallowed the words that reached the tip of her tongue, but dragged her heavy steps, following step by step. he.

Nalan Qingyun, how can I repay such a deep love?

How to repay?

In the darkness, Nalan Qingyun kept silent, always turned his back to Qingfeng, hid his face in the darkness, let the silent and cold tears fall down his handsome face bit by bit, countless tears in his chest The shouts gradually converged into broken teardrops, shouting on his cold skin.

He walked silently and tenaciously, maintaining the last bit of dignity left.

How much I want to ask the woman behind me, why can't you fall in love with me?

Is his affection for her not true enough, not obvious enough?

Was your excitement just because you felt guilty towards me?

But, after all, I didn't want to say anything, just walked numbly step by step.

One step, one step, to find the man who was about to go crazy that made him jealous.

In the dark, staggering steps, both of them were extremely tired, as if they had experienced life and death, their hearts were worn out and lost the strength to beat.

Without eating for a long time, the energy in the body will disappear little by little.

"Take a break!" Nalan Qingyun's voice was calm and unwavering.

"Okay!" She responded, her legs were as heavy as lead injections, and at this moment she had no strength left.

Nalan Qingyun lit a fire, found some wild wolves and came back, skinned them for meat, and roasted them slowly on the fire.

Even with such movements, it made him look picturesque, indescribably moving.

The aroma slowly drifted out, and the squeaking oil droplets fell on the fire bit by bit, making a moving sound, perhaps because of the fire, people can feel the warmth.

Qingfeng curled up on the wolf skin that Nalan Qingyun had handled, and because she was too exhausted, her eyes were closed tightly, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The gorgeous face was set against by the flames, the thick eyelashes glowed with a touch of gold, the skin was fair, the face was oval, and the nose was beautiful, but in the flames it looked hollow and confused, with a bleak arc hanging at the corners of the lips.

Falling in the eyes of Nalan Qingyun, the indifferent and noble face could not help being slightly moving. Perhaps in such a desolate, dark place with no one there, he could hide his silence and look at her greedily.

Qingfeng has never been so peacefully lying beside her.

She should trust him in her heart!

Nalan Qingyun looked at her, feeling a little dazed, as if she had been trapped like this, and being here all the time was an excellent thing.

Excellent, excellent thing.

How wonderful it would be if this moment could last forever.

The white cloud in the sky, the born noble king, suddenly drew the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

It's been a long, long time since such a smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps, he himself did not know how long it had been.

The fire was crackling and burning, and occasionally sparks burst out, falling on his hands, but he didn't feel pain, only felt unusually warm.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Qingfeng woke up in a trance. During this sleep, she slept extremely unsteadily, and nightmares haunted her one after another.

So much so that when she opened her eyes, she thought she was in a dream, but she didn't really wake up until she met a pair of eyes as deep as the sea.

It turned out that all this was not a dream.

Exhaling lightly, she slowly sat up and gave him a smile that could be called a smile.

It was just an extremely small movement, but it was a warmth that could not be expressed in thousands of words.

Looking at her faint smile, Nalan Qingyun felt a warm feeling in his heart.

His cold face became more gentle in an instant. He lowered his head and continued to grill the fresh meat on the dagger.

Facing her warm smile, he was suddenly speechless and couldn't say anything.

After a long time, after a burning smell came to his nose, he suddenly came back to his senses, and in a hurry, he subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he didn't want to be burned and immediately retracted his hand, shaking it vigorously.

Qingfeng wanted to laugh, it was the first time she saw Nalan Qingyun who was in such a hurry.

This man is as noble as a bright moon, holy as a white cloud, and people can't help but look up, worship, and exist aloofly.

However, at this moment, she felt that he was so vivid and real.

All his sharpness, all his pride, and all his determination are actually just a man chasing after love.

He is just a man who lacks warmth.

At this moment, Qingfeng truly understood Nalan Qingyun's heart for her for the first time.

It's just a heart that longs to be cherished.