Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Nalan Qingyun looked coldly at Nangong Aotian who was in an embarrassing and blood-stained body, and a bloodthirsty hatred and a sense of revenge and accomplishment slowly rose in his heartbroken heart.

"Nangong Aotian, you also have today!"

Nalan Qingyun's words almost popped out between his teeth, and he pushed forward step by step.

Hate, endless hate.

Even though Qingfeng had to save Nangong Aotian, Nalan Qingyun didn't have the slightest liking for Nangong Aotian.

He hated Nangong Aotian, this was the first time in his life that he hated someone so much.

Nangong Aotian was looted to Yue Kingdom by the great move of Qiankun.

The strength of the body has not recovered a bit.

Not to mention, he was severely tortured by the bloodiest and cruelest instrument of torture in the Yue Kingdom. Let alone restraining him with torture now, even if he was released, he probably would not have the strength to escape.

Therefore, when he saw the hatred on Nalan Qingyun's face, approaching step by step, he just looked at him with a cold face, without wave or wave.

One step, one step, approaching, approaching again, Nalan Qingyun stared at the indifferent Nangong Aotian.

His eyes swept across the rows of ferocious instruments of torture, and a cruel and cruel smile suddenly flashed in his eyes.

A flashing steel whip caught his attention.

"It all shows that the ghost king of the country has a body made of iron. Today, I will take a good look at it."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the bone-scraping steel whip and whipped it towards Nangong Aotian.

Immediately, the steel whip with sharp cold thorns dug out a piece of skin on Nangong Aotian's scarred chest, and was torn apart.

In an instant, blood spilled all over the ground, dripping vividly.

Nangong Aotian frowned, but his expression was indifferent, without any change.

"If you fall into my hands, I will definitely greet you well."

Nalan Qingyun looked at the bewitching blood on the ground, and then at the man who didn't move his eyebrows. Suddenly, all kinds of feelings were mixed, and old and new hatreds rushed to his heart.

The steel whip in his hand greeted Nangong Aotian viciously.

Damn man, he won't let him go.

Nangong Aotian trembled, but remained calm.

"I also want to let you taste this piercing pain, and let you know my pain..."

This is the man in front of him.

This man named Nangong Aotian, this man occupies all of Qingfeng's thoughts.

Let him, the proud son of heaven, taste the pain of heartbreak.

Now, he wants to give back to this man exactly, no, twice as much.

Didn't he just meet Qingfeng earlier than himself?

Isn't that just an opportunity?

why...

Why can Qingfeng be with her life and death?

Why can Qing Feng fall in love with each other?

Why can Qingfeng meet for life?

Why, why did he rely on all this?

His love for Qingfeng, he asked himself no less than anyone else, why, his love, but Qingfeng ignored him because of the man in front of him?

He said that he would not be soft just because he had saved him. They were natural enemies, and he would definitely kill him.

Even if the man himself is not that annoying.

It's a pity that there can only be one sun in this world, and there should be only one co-lord of all things, and there is only one person who can have the Qingfeng. Regardless of national enmity or personal grievances, this man is destined to be his enemy for life and cannot be a friend, just like the sun and the moon , We cannot live together. "

"Damn you, damn..."

Words full of resentment and fury resounded in the hellish torture chamber.

Accompanied by the shouts of hatred, there was the sound of swishing whips dancing, and the hideous sound of bones being almost broken, which kept ringing out, making the torture room even more terrifying and bloody.

Everything is so cold.

Everything is so bloody.

The blood was constantly splashed with the whip, and there was a strong smell of blood all around. The burning heat of the fire in the middle and the cold torture instrument formed a sharp contrast, making people's pupils, hairs, and chills for no reason.

Nangong Aotian was drawn into a blood man again in an instant, the flesh and blood on his body was broken.

"Whoosh", there was another sound of a violent steel whip.

Nangong Aotian bit his lower lip fiercely with steel teeth, a burning pain spread in his chest.

There was a tumbling in the throat, and a trace of fishy and sweet air swarmed in the chest and flowed around.

Nangong Aotian gritted his teeth and lips, forced to swallow the blood in his throat.

A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Nangong Aotian's mouth, exuding a coquettish beauty.

Against his frosty cheeks, there was a kind of arrogance and dignity that ignored everything.

No words were spoken, no sarcasm, no cursing, no glaring, not even a sound.

Nangong Aotian just opened his eyes and watched coldly, allowing Nalan Qingyun to make a move.

It's like watching a vexatious child, or even the indifference of a strong man to a loser.

This is the most unacceptable.

That indifference is a downright powerful indifference.

In the blood-red eyes, the madness of a prairie fire was burning, Nalan Qingyun looked at the indifferent Nangong Aotian in front of him, almost couldn't help wanting to whip this cold and arrogant man to death, and could no longer use this kind of Look at him with lofty eyes.

However, how could he let this man go so easily.

How could he be tortured to death.

Besides, the queen mother said that he must be left behind.

In Nangong Aotian's heart, the queen of Yue Kingdom is much smarter than the emperor of Yue Kingdom.

She said that it would be useful to take a breath.

Naturally, he would not spoil the queen mother's plan on impulse.

"Come here, greet me well, greet me as much as you want, greet me for every criminal law in this torture room. The bones of the ghost king are hard, you don't want to be merciful. Remember not to kill me, I want Keep it and play slowly.”

Every word, every word has a biting taste of coldness.

The crimson eyes are waiting for Nangong Aotian ferociously, he wants to see whether it is his Nangong Aotian's bones are hard, or the Yue Kingdom's criminal law is severe.

If you have the courage to compete with him for Qingfeng, then you should have the ability not to fall into his hands.

Since, today, he has no ability and fell into his hands, then don't blame him for being cruel.

Beauty has always been a poisonous flower, if you don't have the ability, don't get involved.

"Yes!" The gloomy answer sounded from both sides of him.

A ferocious-faced jailer, covered in coldness, stepped forward with a cold smile, with a burning red iron in his hand.

"Hissing", the red-burning soldering iron encounters the cold air, the red stars radiate, and the sparks take over.

"Hey..." A voice that not only burned the flesh, but even the soul sounded instantly.

Even Nangong Aotian, who is so tenacious, couldn't help but gasp.

His grandma's, it's fucking bad to be grilled.