Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

"God, think of a way, grab that stone wall."

Because Qingfeng raised his head, he suddenly found a stone wall, shouted in surprise, and signaled Nangong Aotian to look.

Hearing the words, Nangong Aotian immediately raised his head. Sure enough, not far from them, there was a steep stone wall, like a rock, which could stand firm.

If he climbed up that stone wall and climbed up again, perhaps, there would be a glimmer of hope.

Life is right in front of you, and you must not let it go.

Facing the bone-piercing sandstorm, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the edge of the stone wall with all his strength, and climbed up with difficulty.

However, Qingfeng naturally pushed him hard from below.

The impact force of the dust tornado and the billowing sand wave is getting smaller and smaller.

Qingfeng felt her strength gradually disappear.

That huge attraction gradually gained the upper hand again, and the whole person felt like falling down.

Hold on, hold on... hold on.

After a while, you will be able to live.

Can't give up, can't just give up like this, her god, still insisting, she naturally can't give up.

The whole person seemed to be trapped in a swamp, and her legs were like a heavy weight, pulling her down.

Can't resist, can't resist.

Rolling yellow sand hit Qingfeng's legs in grains, causing pain to the marrow of the bone in an instant.

The skin was burning like fire, tearing, and the flesh was scorched. She could bear this kind of pain.

Just like her god, she can endure the pain of cutting flesh and bones.

The legs gradually became numb, only numb, every inch numb.

He didn't dare to make a sound, didn't dare to cry out in pain, and was even afraid of letting Nangong Aotian know.

Don't let him know, don't let him notice.

The pain gradually rose, slowly, and spread.

Qingfeng didn't say a word, her expression didn't change at all, she just pushed Nangong Aotian forcefully to let him climb up the stone wall.

That is the way of life.

God, I must push you up.

Qingfeng is not feeling well at the moment, but Nangong Aotian is not feeling well, he is also clenching his teeth, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The same face does not change color, the same silent.

It's not known whether the blood dripped from the bite or from the impact of the violent wind and sand.

The dust tornado is raging violently, attacking fiercely, biting and devouring everything.

Nangong Aotian curled his fingers and kept inserting them on the hard stone wall. The severe pain didn't make him flinch in the slightest.

While resisting the wind and sand, he climbed vigorously.

Hurry up, hurry up... hurry up...

All my thoughts are on the climb at this time, I just hope to hurry up, try my best to hurry up.

He has to be fast.

Hurry up, and the vitality of the two will also increase.

Only when he went up did Qingfeng have a chance to go up.

He had no time to procrastinate, let alone wait or slow down.

Fingers keep inserting, exerting force, pulling out, and then proceed to the next cycle.

close, close...

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...

As it got to the end, Nangong Aotian became more and more cautious.

Finally, the bloody fingers climbed up to only one meter away from the gap in the stone wall, and once again, it was enough, and a trace of relief just appeared on his face.

"Shua!" With a slip of his hand, Nangong Aotian fell, and his figure was about to slide downwards.

Qingfeng stepped hard on one foot, put his head against Nangong Aotian's foot, barely stabilizing his body.

"Don't worry, I can hold on."

Needless to say, I also know why Nangong Aotian made such a mistake.

Her voice was calm and gentle, and there was nothing wrong with it, let alone any pain.

Full of only calm, only steady, only indifferent.

However, Nangong Aotian heard it in his ears, but he didn't know why his heart picked up, and he felt dazed for a while.

How could he not know the power of the dust all over the sky.

Because he understood, he climbed harder and harder: he must never let Qingfeng's hard work go to waste, and never let Qingfeng's pain go in vain.

The blood from the fingers dripped down the arms like hot lava, one drop after another, flowing into the shoulders, chest, and toes.

But as if he had never seen it before, he climbed up against the huge dust.

The short distance seemed to have exhausted all his strength, exhaustion, pain, and weakness all attacked him at once.

But he just gritted his teeth and moved towards his goal.

He never looked back, just stared straight at the stone wall.

I don't know if I dare not look back, or I can't bear to look back.

Or maybe, dare not and can't bear it.

Because, he knew that Qingfeng was in more pain than him, more pain.

Blood, passing along the rock, the red traces are dazzling and conspicuous.

I don't know if it belongs to Nangong Aotian or Qingfeng.

However, neither of them seemed to feel any pain. Although their faces were pale, they were as stable as Mount Tai.

In each other's hearts, they all look like each other.

He gritted his teeth and faced the difficulties, just to win more life for her.

She stood up against the world, just to hold him up and give him a chance.

One step, only the last step, as long as this step is crossed, Tian will be able to live.

Qingfeng took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and said softly: "God, God!"

The strength of the whole body exploded a little, and Qingfeng pushed Nangong Aotian up with fierce force.

But with Qingfeng's exertion, Nangong Aotian went up, but she sank a lot.

Nangong Aotian climbed up the stone wall, before allowing himself to catch his breath, he turned over and lay down, and stretched out his hand: "Quick, give me your hand."

Qingfeng raised her head and stretched out her hand without saying a word. It was clearly within reach, but when she stretched out her hand, she realized that it was so close.

It's only a little distance away, without even a single finger, but they can't reach it no matter what.

And Qingfeng had just sent Nangong Aotian up, and had already exhausted all his strength. At this moment, there was no strength left to contend with the sand and dust. Instead of advancing, he retreated and sank.

It was just one finger away, but in the blink of an eye, it has retreated three or four inches.

Seeing this, Nangong Aotian's eyes were red.

He didn't even think about it, he jumped down, his feet were bent like hooks, hooked tightly on the stone wall, hanging, with both hands firmly grasping Qingfeng's arm.

With a vigorous flick of both hands, Qingfeng's body was like a fluttering butterfly, and landed on the stone wall backwards.

However, Nangong Aotian's toes were slightly slippery due to excessive force, and his whole body was on the verge of falling.

Before he could stand still, Qingfeng straightened up like a carp, and rushed forward with his whole body, grabbing the slipped heel.

He kept moving backwards and tossed and tossed for a long time before dragging Nangong Aotian up the stone wall.

The two of them were exhausted like cows, panting for a while, and both were in a panic.

However, there were faint smiles on each other's faces.

Fortunately, they are still alive.

It's nice to be alive.