Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Yashan is the pain-like cry of the gold and silver guards, while the bodies of Nangong Aotian and Qingfeng are falling quickly under the cliff.

Nangong Aotian stared at Qingfeng who fell with him with reddened eyes, ignoring the whistling wind in his ears, and shouted: "What are you doing jumping down?"

"I'll accompany you!" Qingfeng's voice was louder than Nangong Aotian's, but his hands grabbed Nangong Aotian's falling body.

Then, he used the belt around his waist to attach himself to a steep rock on the cliff, and took this as an opportunity to stab the dagger in his hand between the rocks of the cliff, stabilizing the falling bodies of the two.

Before Nangong Aotian could recover from Qingfeng's words, he found that his body stopped suddenly, swayed in mid-air, and stopped falling downwards!

The boss of Nangong Aotian opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the belt in shock—what the hell is that? Unheard of!

"What is this?" Nangong Aotian looked at the strange belt in a daze, but his big hand tightly held Qingfeng's small hand.

"Adamantine wire." There are too many treasures on her body, and the belt is just one of them, so what's so strange about it.

The gold and steel wire is invincible. It was originally what she thought in her heart after she climbed over the city wall. She found it from Nangong Aotian's warehouse and used it for self-defense. She didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Nangong Aotian was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that these useless things in his warehouse would have such an effect after being passed through Qingfeng's hands.

This little fool obviously has an extremely intelligent head, but he always does stupid things, what a little fool.

But from the bottom of my heart, because of her stupidity, I was secretly delighted, delighted, and excited.

A tenderness that could tire people slowly flowed through his eyes, Nangong Aotian said in a low voice: "What a fool!"

The sound of scolding was soft, but there was an expression and kindness that could not be explained clearly.

Qingfeng used the belt and the dagger in his hand as support points, and tightly grasped Nangong Aotian, and the two of them hung there out of thin air, swaying, turning their heads to face Nangong Aotian who was looking up at her. With a serious expression, he said: "Aotian, I'm not stupid, I just know what is most important."

"Happiness never falls out of thin air. It has to be fought for with my own hands. In this life, since I have found my happiness, I will never let it disappear from my hands. You are the person I believe in, and no one can No one can take you away from me, even if I want to snatch you away, it depends on whether I agree or not?"

Saying that, the hand that grabbed Nangong Aotian became tighter and tighter. She has always been smart, and she can see clearly between gains and losses. As the old saying goes, it is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is rare to have a lover. Since she can have Given the opportunity to get such a deep friendship, she will not let go no matter what.

Her happiness is always in her own hands.

My life is up to me, not others.

Nangong Aotian listened intently to Qingfeng's firm voice, and fixed his eyes on her firm expression. Her pretty face was full of persistence and determination that would shake the world.

Nangong Aotian smiled softly, couldn't help being proud of this determined little woman, and said in a low voice: "It's my honor."

Being able to become Qingfeng's happiness is the happiest thing in his life.

Qingfeng also laughed: "Each, each other!"

It is her honor to be valued by the ghost king.

The same pride, the same arrogance, the same unwavering love, how many people can be as lucky as them in a lifetime.

The eyes of the two meet each other, so firm, there is me in you, and you in me.

It was as if everything in the world had vanished into nothingness, only each other, and nothing else could be seen.

The wind blows the night, and the clothes of the two are fluttering, black and white, contradictory and rare harmony, forming a color of its own among the cliffs.

And under the cold moon and night wind, those tightly clenched hands will last forever, as if splitting the sky from time immemorial.

Nangong Aotian and Qingfeng both laughed, even if they were on the verge of life and death, the smiles in their eyes could almost compete with the sun and the moon.

It's just that when the rock hooked by the diamond wire gradually slid down, Qingfeng's face darkened a little.

If the rock slipped, this small dagger would not be able to support the weight of two people at all, and there was still too much distance from the bottom of the mountain, so she didn't want them to fall into meatloaf.

If it were in modern times, this distance would not be a problem. She has too many current technologies, but now, she can't think of it.

"I'm coming, happiness is close at hand, I don't want to pass by."

Nangong Aotian used his hand as a sword, and pierced fiercely into the rock as hard as iron. Qingfeng's eyes paused, and the hand pointed out that the hand was dripping with blood, and his face darkened, but he didn't stop Nangong Aotian's movement, but his voice Shen: "Use a dagger!"

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the dagger supporting the weight of the two fell on Nangong Aotian's hand.

She doesn't want Nangong Aotian's hand to be abandoned here.

Nangong Aotian smiled, grabbed the dagger, and slashed the sword with his backhand, but saw that the dagger was inserted into the cliff like pricking cotton. Compared with Qingfeng, Nangong Aotian's internal strength was obviously much stronger.

He clasped the dagger tightly, and held Qingfeng in his arms with the other clenched hand, holding Qingfeng in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Song of exorcising beasts!"

Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then nodded, took out Fengyin Jiaowei, and the sound of the clang came out, but this time it brought an anxious smell of asking for help, and the sad tune seemed to say: Friends, come quickly, come help Save me... save the one I love...

Yashan was originally heartbroken, and the grief-stricken people seemed to hear the sound of the piano playing at this time.

Jin San raised his eyebrows, and a look of ecstasy flashed across his face: "Jin Yi, listen, is it the sound of the piano?"

Jin Yi's face was also ecstatic: "It's the sound of the piano, it's the sound of the piano, it's the sound of the young lady's piano..."

"My lord is still alive, my lady is still alive..." Jin San shouted wildly.

"Quick, quick, look for the rope, look for the rope..." Throwing down the rope, the prince's lightness kung fu is unparalleled, and he can naturally bring the young lady to escape.

"Jin Yi, I think it's better not to use it!" A soft voice floated into Jin Yi's ears, very calm and firm.

Jin Yi's body froze, the voice...it was Miss, it was Miss!

She swiped and turned around, but was stunned by the scene in front of her eyes: the colorful phoenix, the legendary divine bird, exudes dazzling colors, but the most beautiful one is not the phoenix, but the woman riding on the phoenix, with flying black hair, Floating in the air, that beautiful face had an indifferent expression, but it was even more charming.

Who is it not Qingfeng?