Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

"boom!"

Another boulder was thrown over, Nangong Aotian didn't care what Qingfeng said, still hugging her, with a cold face, looking calm and scary, hugging Qingfeng, stepping on the stone wall, in this limited space Among them, those who escaped the boulder.

It's just that they hid all the way and returned to the stone gate that was destroyed by them.

There is a huge boulder in front, but the back has completely collapsed, and only people can stand at the stone gate.

Nangong Aotian was a little tired, his eyes were still calm, and he shot around, but when he landed under the stone gate, his eyes stopped, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Flying in front of the stone gate, Qingfeng stomped on it a few times, followed Nangong Aotian's steps, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "Illusion!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Nangong Aotian's left foot pointed to the ground, and his right foot stretched towards the wall of the stone gate.

The next moment, a miracle happened, the leg actually stretched into the wall, the two were overjoyed, passed through the stone wall, before they had time to react, they and Nangong Aotian disappeared in the flying stones.

At the same moment, the walls on the two sides collapsed, and there were thousands of catties of boulders that blocked the passage tightly, leaving no gaps.

If Qingfeng and Nangong Aotian are one point late, they will be made of steel and iron, and they will only end up in pieces.

Qingfeng and Nangong Aotian who had entered the illusion, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they flew down and fell endlessly. Nangong Aotian immediately protected Qingfeng in his arms.

"boom!"

There was a dull impact sound suddenly, and when Qingfeng thought it was a long time ago, she fell to the ground suddenly, just because Nangong Aotian hugged her in the words, she didn't feel the slightest.

black!

dark!

asphyxia!

There is no light!

No sound!

Some are just black, pure black, suffocating and making your heart beat faster.

Qingfeng pressed on Nangong Aotian's body, and with Nangong Aotian supporting her back, she was naturally unscathed, but I don't know if Nangong Aotian was injured when she fell from it?

Maybe the taste of being protected is really good, maybe the darkness can make people soft, Qingfeng's voice in the dark is much softer: "Nangong Aotian, how are you?"

With a burst of intense panting, Qingfeng could feel Nangong Aotian's chest heaving and rising. After a while, he didn't answer. She felt a little worried and wanted to speak out again.

Before he opened his mouth, Nangong Aotian rolled over and crushed him to the ground. Before Qingfeng could react, his lips were covered by a pair of hot iron lips.

At first it was just sucking and rubbing vigorously, but gradually, the other party seemed dissatisfied and began to invade inside. This time, Nangong Aotian's kiss was a little more tender than every time before.

Because Qingfeng was unprepared, her teeth were naturally defenseless, and she was easily pried open by Nangong Aotian, and she let others drive her in, powerless to resist. Her hot lips and tongue attacked the city without restraint, repeatedly and tirelessly on her fragrant lips. Sweep back and forth.

With the intertwining of lips and tongues, the two of them were tightly stuck together, but Nangong Aotian still felt that it was not enough, and pressed her even more urgently.

The ground beneath him was icy cold, but every part of his body that touched him was scorchingly hot. Qingfeng seemed to be in a sea of ​​ice and fire, with no way forward, no way back, and was in a dilemma.

"Well……"

Qingfeng felt that she was about to suffocate, and instinctively wanted to push him away.

As for Nangong Aotian, she really didn't know what to say about this man, and she would eat her tofu whenever she got the chance.

Obviously, Qingfeng's resistance made someone very dissatisfied. Not only was it useless, but it brought about stronger suppression. Qingfeng was so dazed and dazzled by the kiss that she felt that her mouth was about to be bitten off.

The man's breath seemed to spread through the mouth to all the limbs, sucking the air from her whole body.

Just when Qingfeng thought that she would suffocate in the next moment, Nangong Aotian let her go.

Air is indeed a good thing!

"Alive, that's good!" Nangong Aotian's voice returned to his usual coldness after letting go of her.

But Qingfeng felt his thoughts from his cold voice and fiery kiss.

He was afraid, just now this man was afraid.

However, he is not afraid of dying here, but afraid of her dying here.

Not because of shared fate, but because of worrying about her.

Nangong Aotian is worried about her, sincerely, without hypocrisy, just purely worried about her.

The kiss was passionate because of worry.

Because of worry, the voice is cold after being warm.

At this moment, Qingfeng felt that she suddenly understood Nangong Aotian's mind: this man really treats her as the other half of his life, and he really cares about her.

Maybe it's not love, because a man like him doesn't talk about love.

Care!

Care enough to be able to protect regardless of everything, care enough to protect regardless of everything.

This kind of caring is even more powerful than a word of love lightly.

"Nangong Aotian, let's go back and get married!" Panting heavily, Qingfeng didn't move, any Nangong Aotian pressed down, put his arms around Nangong Aotian's neck, and said softly: "I seem to be in love with you !"

Originally, I thought that Nangong Aotian would happily agree, but who knew that Nangong Aotian just bit her neck so viciously that he almost bit off a piece of flesh.

"No, not married, you haven't fallen in love with me yet!" His voice was muffled, as if lost because of this consciousness: Qingfeng didn't fall in love with him, she was just moved.

This is not what he wants.

He has always thought that snatching is love, persecution is love, and occupation is love, but just now, before death, he knows what love is.

When facing the crisis of death, he didn't think about anything, but now after he suddenly calmed down, he was frightened by his actions: in the face of death, he didn't even think about himself, he only thought about protecting this woman .

When he saw her hurt, he was so angry that he almost destroyed the world. He had never felt this kind of feeling before.

During the fall, in a short period of time, what flashed through his mind was not his grand career, his imperial throne, or his ambitions, but the little things they got along with, the first encounter, The first kiss, the first time to kill the enemy side by side...

Everything is her, and only her!

All my thoughts were on the woman in front of me, and when I fell down, what I was thinking in my heart was not to let her suffer any more harm.