Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, she never avoided her gloomy, angry, hateful eyes, and said coldly: "Let Aotian go, let you go!"

The voice was cold, filled with an unparalleled determination.

"Absolutely impossible!" The Queen of the Moon Kingdom resolutely.

There is no turning back when starting work.

"Then continue watching the show." Qingfeng laughed coldly: she is obsessed with obsession, so it's no wonder her.

Gunpowder smoke billowed, and the sky-shattering roar danced in the air.

That soul-shocking voice, that passionate fighting spirit, was something the Queen of Yue had never felt before.

However, she still has a south gate.

The south gate of the Moon Kingdom is the strongest iron wall in the Five Kingdoms, no one can break through it.

And her thoughts have not been lost yet, the most solid south gate in her heart has been completely submerged in the sound of the explosion.

Murong Fu was as cold as ice, hating the crumbling south gate.

He will definitely save Nangong Aotian and not make his sister sad.

Sister!

his cousin.

Qingfeng was actually his cousin.

It turned out that the love when we first met was the cry from the blood and the pull of family affection.

It turned out that she was the younger sister that the emperor had been looking for.

From now on, he has a younger sister.

The most beautiful, smartest, best, and best sister in the whole world.

He wants her to laugh every day and live every day happily.

Therefore, he must attack the South Gate as soon as possible to save Nangong Aotian.

Only that man can make her smile brightly and beautifully.

With a light wave of his hand, with a characteristic chill, dozens of cannons in red behind him bombarded the south gate together.

That power is absolutely shocking.

The most solid south gate in Queen Yue's heart collapsed suddenly.

And the soldiers in charge of guarding the south gate were made dumplings by Murong Fu's men the next moment.

Isn't the Moon Palace the strongest palace in the Five Kingdoms?

Well, let's see who is more powerful.

Nangong Mu and the others entered through the four doors, with gloomy expressions, directing the red cannons behind them, blasting anything they saw.

Immediately, the exquisite and solid Yue Kingdom Palace was almost in ruins after their firepower.

It is more thorough than Qingfeng's bombardment of Ming's palace.

And they finally joined Empress Yue and Qingfeng. Although Empress Yue was pale, the murderous aura on her body was even stronger.

"Aotian was not found."

Nangong Mu's face was ugly, and he bombarded the palace of Yue Kingdom, but he still couldn't find Aotian.

I don't know where this demon queen hides Aotian.

Qingfeng's face remained motionless, but his heart sank slightly, and he said coldly to Queen Yue, "Are you going to let me go or not?"

The Empress of Yue Kingdom also said coldly: "Don't let go, I want Nangong Aotian to be buried with me in Yue Kingdom."

Ferocious, gloomy, shuddering, hatred.

Rather Stick to your guns.

When she dies, Nangong Aotian will be dragged along with her.

"Qingfeng..."

Nangong Aotian, who was tied to the cross, was shaken all over at this moment, and he woke up slightly from the coma, struggling to hold up his heavy eyelids.

There was no intact skin all over his body, and the pain was extreme. All his nerves seemed to be numb, and he could hardly feel the pain.

But at this moment, he felt his heart beating faster.

This is the feeling that Qingfeng can give him.

His phoenix is ​​here.

The blood was blurred, and the original face could no longer be seen clearly, and a faint smile flowed across it.

When his phoenix comes, his phoenix will follow his figure to the ends of the earth.

In this life, he deserves it.

"What are you proud of?" And Nalan Qingyun, who was also trapped here by the Queen of the Moon Kingdom, saw the smile on his face, and his whole body seemed to explode with excitement.

The smile on Nangong Aotian's face is really dazzling, how can he show such trust, such pride, such tenderness, such warmth, such...

Nangong Aotian's smile was so ugly that it made his hands itch, and he couldn't help but want to kill him.

This damned man, he is damned!

Why can this damned man be treated like this by Qingfeng?

How could this damned man get everything he wanted with all his heart?

He loves Qingfeng.

Self and his love are no less than this damned man.

But why...

Why, he will end up like this.

And Qingfeng, for the sake of this damned man in front of him, ruined his home and his country.

In what way is he inferior to this damned man?

In what way is he worse than this damned man?

What can he do for Qingfeng, what can't he do for himself?

Looking at Nangong Aotian in front of him, Nalan Qingyun wished he could tear this damned man into pieces.

But more of it was the pain of sorrow, and his eyes were red with the flames of jealousy.

"I hate you!" he yelled.

"I know." Although Nangong Aotian's mind is no longer clear from the pain, he still smiled and responded in a low voice, and his tone always mentioned Qingfengshi's tenderness.

And his tenderness and sweetness almost made Nalan Qingyun's heart full of anger and hatred.

He couldn't control it, and when he moved his hand, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

With a little foot, the body flew up, and the whole body was hung upside down on the cross, with the dagger pointed at Nangong Aotian's neck.

A cold light flashed across, and the color of blood fell down along the shattered skin in an instant.

That spot of scarlet was not so eye-catching on the scarred body.

However, it makes people feel a kind of tragic splendor.

Nangong Aotian didn't even move his brows, but opened his eyes with difficulty, staring coldly at the face of Nalan Qingyun who was close at hand.

The resentment, anger, sadness, and even despair on that face all clearly fell into his eyes at this moment.

The icy dagger was close to his skin, as long as Nalan Qingyun exerted more force just now, then at this moment, his body would be decapitated.

He whispered coldly, with an indifferent expression: "You are not cruel enough!"

He just expresses his opinion expressionlessly.

In those cold eyes, there was no compromise, no pleading, and no panic.

There is no self-satisfaction and pride of the winner.

He is just a high-ranking posture, calmly stating the most true things.

Nalan Qingyun looked at Nangong Aotian, who was so calm, so proud, and so fearless, his hand holding the dagger was getting tighter and tighter, and the scar on his neck was getting deeper and deeper.

"Kill him, kill him..." The bloodthirsty cells in his body kept shouting.