The Conceited Crown Princess

"Then, isn't the queen also reincarnated?" Leng Shangxian said two questions in succession, but he was hugged by Feng Lingyu.

"I only want huang'er, no matter I'm the devil emperor or not, I only want you. If I'm the devil emperor, then the queen is you." Wind Ling Yu's tone is urgent, with a few nerves.

"Of course, it's me. It can only be me forever. Feng Lingyu, if someone dares to take you away, I'll take you back to the ends of the earth."

Cold on the string of domineering grip wind Lingyu wrist, full of self-confidence look, bright eyes linger tactfully, set off that pair of cold Phoenix eyes more people can't move the line of sight.

At this time, Feng Lingyu lowered his head, pecked his lips like a reward, and raised the corner of his lips. Then, his eyes were fixed on the mural.

The woman in red made him feel very familiar. At last, he was shocked. He looked back and forth between Leng Shangxian and the woman in red, and felt more and more similar.

Although there are some differences in appearance, it is obvious that the women in the murals are more heroic and beautiful, but they bring the same feeling to people.

"I have birthmarks on my face, but she doesn't have them." Leng Shangxian reached out and touched the destroyed left half of his face, and said faintly.

This sentence undoubtedly broke the only hope in Feng Lingyu's heart. He didn't know the great difference between the woman on the mural and Leng Shangxian

Datura flower, no, purple eyes, no more.

But when Feng Lingyu looked at the mural, he always felt that he wanted to hold the woman in the painting in his arms and cherish it, which made him struggling and uncomfortable.

He loves to be cold, but he can't control his admiration for the woman in red. He doesn't want to. Why does this happen?

No matter how you look at a woman in red, her temperament is exactly the same as that of a woman in cold.

She is stubborn, full of hatred and scars. Just looking at it, you can feel the hatred and pain in the heart of the woman in red. Feng Lingyu seems to feel the same way.

"Feng, what's the matter?" Cold on string see wind Ling Yu a face contradiction struggle appearance, the heart seems to be suddenly twisted for a while, hurriedly flurried of ask a way.

She can see that Feng Lingyu's eyes are on the woman in red all the time. Feng Lingyu sensed some kind of call before. Is it the woman in red?

What's the relationship between her past life and the woman in red?

"Lady, let's go back. Even if I'm the devil emperor, you'll always be my devil queen. No one can replace you." Wind Ling Yu slightly frowned, strong pull cold string small hand, stride toward the outside.

Leng Shangxian didn't speak, but looking at Feng Lingyu's strange and serious appearance, he was full of doubts and even felt intuitively that it was related to himself.

Before going out of the secret door, Leng Shangxian looks back at the woman in red on the mural again. There is an unidentified light in her eyes, which is fleeting.

Mo Han Yuan small bamboo house, wind Ling Yu surprisingly quiet, frowning, do not know what to think.

Cold string also did not disturb, just feel the heart faint sudden jump, as if something bad is going to happen, this feeling has lasted for several days, not only did not improve, but has a growing trend.

On the table, there are several pieces of white drawing paper. After turning over the box and pouring the cabinet, he finds out the brush and the unused mill. After polishing, he begins to paint the appearance of the woman in red according to his memory.

Feng Lingyu was so absorbed in his thought that he didn't feel the action of cold winding. After painting the woman in red, he drew himself in the previous life.

After painting, looking at the fine contrast of the paper, even I was surprised.

In addition to that pair of purple eyes, the rest of the places are surprisingly similar, even can be said to be exactly the same, no difference.

Is Feng Lingyu and himself the devil emperor and queen? So is the person opposite the devil emperor and queen Qianming's past life?

Qianming and fenglingyu have been enemies all the time. If they were like this, it would make sense. However, Qianming helped himself. Would he be the one who destroyed the demon world?

The more rational the mind is, the more confused it becomes. Leng Shangxian shakes his head. Finally, he decides not to think about it and let things go as they should. When the car arrives at the front of the mountain, there must be a way. People are alive and there will always be a solution.

Thinking about it, he took out a brush and completely disrupted the painting. He couldn't see clearly. He took a look at Feng Lingyu, who was still thinking. He took a breath and walked out of the room.

She slightly tilted her head to enjoy a breath of fresh air between the mountains and forests. She felt that her discomfort was relieved instantly, but suddenly, the strong premonition filled her mind.The breath of danger came to us, and we couldn't help but keep our eyes tight. Subconsciously, we were on guard, and the divine consciousness spread out to find out where the breath of danger came from.

If the people in the demon world are really powerful, they can even find such a hidden place in Mo Hanyuan!

"Ha ha ha, if you are really alert, I appreciate it more." A voice reverberated at the bottom of the Mo Han Yuan Valley and floated back and forth. Even Leng Shang Xian couldn't distinguish his specific position at this time.

"Act like a ghost, come out quickly!" Cold on the string of the eyes, cold as if shrouded in a layer of frost, no trace of temperature, is no waves, all caution has been suppressed again fundus.

"Come out? It seems that beauty can't wait to see me. " As soon as the voice of evil spirit fell, the wind blew in front of her.

The black fog filled the whole Mo Han Yuan. The wind swayed the branches in disorder, just like the scene of a monster coming, which was soul stirring.

The wind Ling Yu was attracted by the outside movement, and quickly stepped forward to protect the cold upper string behind him. His cautious eyes were full of faint cold awn, staring at the confused figure indifferently.

The shadow of the Dharma protector in the demon world gradually took shape and gathered in a place not far in front of them. There was a smile of evil sycophant on their face, and a head of ink hair was flying behind them, wild and uninhibited.

"It's you." Wind Ling Yu a pair of Danfeng eyes slightly squint, bite a tooth to say.

The hatred between the Dharma protector and himself is great. Now, it is even greater.

"Don't worry, I've come by myself. All of them don't know, because I'm here to kill you." As the Dharma protector said, he raised one side of his mouth, and his eyes were full of bitterness.

"Kill us?" Leng Shangxian can't help but sneer. This demon Dharma protector has come to kill his master!

The Dharma protector didn't speak. He stretched out his hand. A dark red machete appeared in the palm of his hand and circled for several times. Unexpectedly, he flew straight to the farthest cold upper string away from him. The speed was extremely fast.

Feng Lingyu quickly protects Leng Shangxian and skilfully dodges. However, he finds that the knife behind him is also in pursuit. It seems that he will never give up until he reaches his goal.

"Hum, don't run away. It's the forbidden blade in the demon world. Shura ghost knife. Once it's injured, your whole blood will turn into poison that corrodes the human body. In an hour, it will turn into a pool of pus blood."

The Dharma protector's smile is even more evil. His evil eyes are fixed on Feng Lingyu. As long as he kills Leng Shangxian, he can see feng Lingyu's agony. Just thinking about it, he feels very happy.

"Shura ghost sword!" Feng Lingyu opened his mouth word by word, and his cold eyes looked at the Shura ghost knife. Unexpectedly, the Dharma protector really took the blood, and even the forbidden blade of the demon world dared to steal it out!

Shura ghost Dao doesn't need to be manipulated. You can chase and kill the target for several days and nights with a command. Shura ghost Dao has plenty of physical strength, but people can't.

Feng Lingyu's eyes flashed. He made a decision. He pushed Leng Shangxian to the side and bumped himself into Shura ghost knife.

The dark red sharp blade passes through Feng Lingyu's chest, and the sharp blade drips Feng Lingyu's bright red blood drop by drop. He feels the baptism of blood. The Shura ghost knife mission is achieved. He pulls out Feng Lingyu's body and obediently returns to the Dharma protector's hand.

"The wind At the moment when Leng Shangxian was pushed away, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. At the moment when he looked up, he saw the scene that he could never forget all his life.

Today, I just feel that I don't want to see the people around me leave and leave for me. Now, the last thing I want to see is happening in front of me.

"Ha ha ha ha..." the Dharma protector grinned, and his eyes were filled with the pleasure of getting rid of Feng Lingyu. Whenever Shura ghost sword hurt people, the devil would come to find it. In order not to be found by the devil, it's better to escape as soon as possible.

The Dharma protector glanced at the pale wind Lingyu that had fallen on the ground. He was sure that he had no way to live. He turned into a wisp of smoke and flew away from the right and wrong place.

"Fenglingyu... Fenglingyu!" Leng Shangxian shakes fenglingyu's body, and her heart aches when she looks at the bright eyes of Danfeng, which are no longer the light of her former gentle doting.

Leng Shangxian is sitting beside Feng Lingyu. Her small hand is tightly wrapped around Feng Lingyu's big hand. She feels that her hands gradually become weak and no longer warm.

"Lady..."

Feng Lingyu's lips moved slowly, and he drew a smile that he thought was warm. He hoped to warm his heart, but he didn't want to tear his heart out of control.

"Niang Zi, don't cry. I feel sorry for my husband..." Feng Lingyu tentatively wants to raise his hand to dry the tears on Leng Shangxian's face, but he has exhausted all his strength and just can't play a cent.On the contrary, it's a lot of cold sweat.

"How can I not cry without you?"

"Without you, our children don't know who took the name of dog egg. Without you, how do you let me face the children's questions and how to answer where my father has gone..."

"Feng Lingyu, what can I do without you..."

"Why are you so stupid!"

Leng Shangxian is crying. Seeing that the blood on Feng Lingyu's chest has gradually become black and red, the words of Dharma protector ring in his ear. Leng Shangxian knows that this time, it's really hopeless.