Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Nangong Aotian glanced at Qingfeng who was unhappy and angry, and said slowly: "I can see it with both eyes. I don't think there is anything wrong with you saving him? But you took good care of him. , how can I not think too much?"

How can I not think too much about the meticulous care?

When Qingfeng heard this, she was suddenly taken aback.

This word, this word...

She frowned little by little, she seemed to understand Nangong Aotian's anger and the reason for his anger.

Was Nangong Aotian angry with her because of her meticulous care of Nalan Qingyun?

Heaven's fear, heaven's apprehension, heaven's uneasiness, heaven's jealousy, heaven's jealousy, all because of this?

Is it because she takes care of another man meticulously that God is so uncomfortable?

In front of her eyes, the figure of cutting flesh and bones flashed vaguely. His love for her was so crazy, so desperate, and so hot.

But she was still afraid that she would treat another man in every possible way.

Is it her fault?

She was wrong, so her meticulousness could hurt him?

Such a desperate attachment, such an earth-shattering emotion, since she was destined to get it, why didn't she know how to cherish it.

How much she expected them to spend every day of their lives holding hands. How could she be willing to live up to such a perfect and hot relationship in her life?

This ruthless and iron-blooded man is world-renowned, but he surrounds her so endlessly.

Indelible tenderness gradually rose in her eyes, and she showed a beautiful smile to Nangong Aotian: "Idiot, I am meticulous, that's because I don't want to owe him any kindness, I treat him more The more meticulous I am, the more calm my heart will be."

"I want to be with you forever in this life, our relationship will never change, and my heart for you will never change."

The tenderness is like water, but it is the most serious.

Seeing that Nangong Aotian was about to speak, the fair Rou Yi covered his lips, and her soft eyes told him that she hadn't finished her words yet.

"I admit that I pity him, but God, pity is not the same as liking, let alone love. My love is only for you in my life, but my pity will be given to many people."

Her love can only be given to one person in a lifetime.

However, her sympathy can be given to anyone.

Nangong Aotian was a little puzzled, and frowned slightly.

His phoenix, what strange words did he say?

My love is only given to you in my life, but my pity will be given to many people.

It's just nonsense, it's just nonsense.

Compassion can lead to love. Which man can look at his woman and pity other men generously, and isn't his brain flooded?

How did Feng come up with these strange ideas?

He, why some don't understand.

"If... if... pity is too much... wouldn't it be... not sentimental..." He chose his words carefully, afraid of hurting Qingfeng's heart.

But he still hesitated to speak out the thoughts in his heart.

Although Nangong Aotian himself was a shocking person, at this moment, he was still shocked by Qingfeng's words.

Too much pity, is it affectionate?

Qingfeng suddenly realized that all the problems that bothered her were solved at this moment.

She finally knew where the oolong in this quarrel with Nangong Aotian came from.

It is education, concept and environment.

Although she has lived in another world for many years, in her bones, she is still the queen of the mercenary world, the soul of that other world.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fully integrate into this other world.

Just like, her concept of this other world.

In her opinion, she just regards Nalan Qingyun as a male confidant.

But in the eyes of others, it is not the so-called confidant, even a free and easy person like Nangong Aotian can't understand the feeling of it.

It's not because he doesn't trust enough, but because of the education he has received since he was a child, and the environment in which he grew up is like this.

She is already considered lucky, if she was an ordinary person, she would have been treated as a peach blossom who had cheated on her.

And her god, even if she was angry, even if she was angry, even if she was jealous, she still came back to her.

this man, this man...

Why not make her crazy?

The wind blows, the love thread is entangled, and the heart is like a rock.

In this life, apart from loving him, she can no longer find the meaning of existence.

Gently, leaning her head against his heart, listening to the strong heartbeat, she slowly raised her head to look at him: "God, Qingyun is seriously injured, I feel pity for him."

Nangong Aotian frowned, but he didn't get angry, he just looked at Qingfeng stupidly: She admitted that she felt sorry for Nalan Qingyun...

Qingfeng hugged Nangong Aotian tightly, ignored his astonishment, and just continued: "Mother, I have pity for her in this life. I pity her. Father, who loves his mother for the rest of his life, I pity him. Situ Liang, fierce as fire , I pity him. Murong Fu, cold as the moon, I pity him. Xiao Hei, loyal to the Lord, I pity him. Xiao Jin, caring and gentle, I pity him. Xiaofeng, lonely for a hundred years, I pity him..."

She even looked up at the night sky: "The night sky is like water, I pity it. The stars..."

"Stop, stop." Nangong Aotian's expression became softer and more lingering the more he listened, until the eyes almost dripped water: "Feng, you don't need to say it, I think I understand a little bit."

Qingfeng smiled lightly, but continued on: "I pity them because I just regard them as a part of my life. If someone is really missing, maybe it's not perfect, but it's not unbearable."

Pity is never love, she clearly distinguishes it.

"However, to me, you are the whole of my life. If you go up to the poor and fall into the underworld, you must hold on tightly. If you are crazy about meeting gods and killing gods, and meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas, even if you lose the world, you must hold on tightly." Hugging, even if it is against the sky, on the ground, exhausting the last sliver of life, you can't let go, the persistence of living and dying together, it is the attachment of each other, it is the life and death, it is the sharing of misfortunes and blessings, it is the crazy love of flesh and blood."

"Here!" She grabbed his hand and put it on her heart: "It has already engraved four words - Nangong Aotian, which cannot be erased, cannot be erased, and will be remembered for a lifetime."

Her voice was not high, but there was an earth-shattering shock.

Hearing this, Nangong Aotian felt that the blood all over his body had the urge to boil. He wanted to laugh, and even more wanted to cry.

It seemed that his life was finally complete at this moment.

It seemed that everything he was looking for, this moment, was enough.