Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

To kill, what you want is fast, what you want is ruthless.

Qingfeng remembered that the instructor who had specially trained her once said: Killing people is not for you to embroider, let alone for you to paint. If you want to look good and do something, it is practical. If you kill with one move, as long as you hit the opponent's vitals with one move, you will be killed. enough.

She has always remembered what the instructor said clearly, and she has always practiced it personally, which is why she can avoid the brink of death time and time again.

She thought that she was the only one in the world who understood this truth, but she didn't expect this man to be so clean and tidy: obviously this was his experience in the long-term killing field.

He said he helped her, and only now did he know that he really had the ability to help her.

Qingfeng looked at Nangong Aotian, who was full of cold and bloody murderous aura. Although there was no ferocious expression on that cold expression, it was more frightening than any other expression, as if it could put people to death. The chill revealed from the bottom of his heart can almost enter Qingfeng's heart.

Even though Qingfeng is so cold-blooded and ruthless, who treats human life like an ant, and is used to seeing people who live and die, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

The blood dripped down Nangong Aotian's long sword to the ground slowly, his cold eyes scanned the lobby, and seeing that there was no sign of a man in black, he stepped on the vast corpses and came to Qingfeng in blood, red eyes, looked at Qingfeng with a little anxiety: "Are you not hurt?"

Qingfeng was shocked, and couldn't help but stare blankly at Nangong Aotian, whose face was already stern, but whose eyes exuded anxiety.

She immediately raised her eyebrows lightly: "I'm fine, these few bastards can't hurt me."

Seeing that Nangong Aotian's eyes were focused on her arm, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "This is blood!"

I think she started killing people at the age of eight, and she came from hell. Although such a small shrimp looks powerful, how could it possibly hurt her? If this ability can hurt her, in the previous life, she would not Do you know how many times you have to die?

However, this man gave her a new feeling, which she had never experienced before: with such a cold expression, such stern eyes, and such cruel movements, he walked to her bed full of blood. Beside him, he said such a warm sentence: You are not hurt!

This man is cold-blooded, this man is ruthless, Qingfeng can be sure, today, if she were not standing here, even if this man saw these bandits fell at his feet, he would not raise his eyebrows, let alone He would not make a move, and would even kick these bandits away without hesitation, because the man was worried that the blood of the bandits would stain his shoes.

Qingfeng couldn't find words to describe the feeling of hearing such warm words from the mouth of such a ruthless and heartless person, from the mouth of such a ruthless man who stepped on the dead body without changing his face.

It was a very weird feeling, a very contradictory feeling, but it was so damn warm to her heart.