Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

She looked at Nangong Aotian who was staring at her frowning, and felt the anxiety in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Qingfeng was at a loss, how could she convince him that she had never liked Nalan Qingyun before.

At most, it is the affection of a friend.

God, why is she so disturbed?

Qingfeng's incomprehension fell into the eyes of Nangong Aotian, not only did not reassure him, but the panic in his heart became even worse, a flame rose from the bottom of his heart with a whistling sound, burning his head dizzy.

Understood, you can control yourself, you can overcome it, and it’s not scary.

But I don't understand, that's the scariest thing.

Because all the actions are from the heart, from the nature, this makes him more and more frightened.

If one day Qingfeng understands, it will be too late.

He couldn't accept the existence of such a crisis, and he had to take precautions before it happened.

Qingfeng is his, and no one can take her away from him.

"Since it's his unilateral matter, it's easy to handle." He looked at the unconscious Nalan Qingyun with a cold light in his eyes: "Let's leave here and let him fend for himself."

He turned around abruptly and dragged Qingfeng away.

He will never let such consequences appear, he will eliminate any crisis before it comes, and there will be nothing left.

Even if he backtracked, even if he broke his promise, he would never regret it, because he couldn't afford the possible price.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Aotian made this action suddenly, Qingfeng's eyes were puzzled, his eyebrows raised, but he refused to cooperate with his steps: "God, what are you doing? Do you doubt my heart for you?"

Smoke rose from Qingfeng's heart.

What is this for?

What does he mean by doing this?

Was it because he didn't believe her feelings for him?

I still think that she, Qingfeng, is a half-hearted woman.

Asshole, damned asshole.

Who did he think she was.

Over the years, he had supported her all the way, and he didn't believe her in her affection for him.

He actually doubted her.

What could hurt more than this?

Qingfeng was originally a lonely person, all these years because he was thinking about Nangong Aotian, so he was tolerant and considerate to him in every possible way.

Who knew that today, the most trusted, important, and beloved person in her heart actually doubted her intentions for him and her affection for him.

All of a sudden, her whole body exploded like a firecracker being lit.

She laughed so angrily that her whole body trembled. It turned out that this was the person she wanted to hold hands with all her life. Such a trivial matter made her start to doubt her.

She has always been a proud person emotionally. He has long been a mole that cannot be erased from her heart, but now this mole has begun to doubt her loyalty and affection.

Laughing melancholy, lost, she was a little disheartened.

Qingfeng's laughter, like a machete, pierced Nangong Aotian's chest, tearing out the pain.

He doesn't want to doubt, he doesn't want to veto.

However, no matter how strong and cold he is, he is just an ordinary man.

He saw with his own eyes how could he remain indifferent to her tenderness and sympathy for another man?

He looked at Qingfeng who was blowing his hair, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Feng, this is not a question of trust or not, but that you have begun to miss him!"

At this time, how could she leave Nalan Qingyun, who was feverish and unconscious?

Qingfeng grabbed his hand and stopped.

Anger and jealousy came up all of a sudden, Nangong Aotian gritted his teeth: "You can't bear him, do you?"

Damn bastard, actually asked such hurtful words.

"I can't bear him? You actually ask me such a thing? You're ruthless, you're so ruthless."

It has long been heard that the ghost king has no regrets in killing, and his methods are cruel, and he can hit with one blow.

Today, she finally experienced it for herself.

There was no knife or gun, and a single word had already wounded her all over.

Qingfeng gritted her teeth, her face was livid, her teeth were creaking and trembling faintly.

Her husband, her God, actually questioned her like this.

damn it.

Damn bastard.

Damn Nangong Aotian, you bastard.

Do you know that your words have already hit my heart, like thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of sharp knives, piercing the soft apex of my heart again and again, leaving a bone-piercing pain.

OK, that's great.

It was really good.

I can't bear it, right?

I can't bear it, I can't bear it...

"Yes, I can't bear it, what's the matter? I can't bear it today, what can you do to me?" Gritting her teeth, Qingfeng raised her brows upside down.

Don't you have to pour dirty water on me?

I fulfill you.

If you want to doubt, just doubt one is enough!

Hearing this, Nangong Aotian's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip, something bursting out of his mind. He was usually calm and unpredictable, but his aloof and cold expression suddenly turned into panic.

After a while, he roared angrily: "Okay, okay... You really are doing well!"

His eyes pierced her heart like a knife, it turned out that as long as he wanted to, he could shoot her through with a single look without a sword.

The four eyes looked at each other quietly, for the first time, it was not affectionate, but confrontational anger.

The black and white pupils that used to excite the other party are now extremely angry, but there is no ripple in the heart as before. Their eyes are very sharp, as if they can see into the panicked heart of the other party.

After a long time, Nangong Aotian ruthlessly shook off Qingfeng's hand, and said coldly, "If this is your choice, I'll go!"

Turning around, after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind Qingfeng standing there in a daze and Nalan Qingyun unconscious.

Silently watching that tall and straight figure leave, Qingfeng seemed to have lost all her strength.

How could this be?

How could her god treat her like this?

How could he abandon her and leave alone.

Qingfeng opened her eyes wide in disbelief, staring at the direction where Nangong Aotian left.

He actually left just like that, threw her down without thinking, and left by himself.

This is something she never thought of.

Anger, instant prairie fire.

"Nangong Aotian, you bastard, stop for me."

The night was like a curtain, his figure was flying, Qingfeng stomped his feet, and his whole body was like an arrow off the string, chasing towards the direction where Nangong Aotian disappeared.

Outrageous.

Just throw her down like this, think beautifully, and tell her clearly what to say.

Why, come when you want, leave when you want.

At first, he took the initiative to provoke her.

I want to wave my sleeves like this without taking away half of the clouds.

no way!