Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Just one glance made Qingfeng feel amazing, but after being stunned, she felt an indescribable feeling.

It seems familiar, yet strange.

It seems like illusion and seems like reality, it seems like reality feels like illusion.

This, beauty.

This, drizzle.

This is the sound of the piano.

This is green bamboo.

Everything is picturesque.

And she was the person in the painting by mistake.

Her hair is like ink, spread casually, her eyebrows are like leaves, her eyes are like the deep sea, deep and beautiful, the tip of her nose is high and straight, her lips are bright red, and they are slightly curled up, which makes her charming.

Dressed in plain white brocade clothes, gently swaying in the drizzle, he looked like an ethereal god in the rain, extremely gorgeous.

As if he was aware of someone approaching, his brows and eyes swept over him, without the dust and smoke of the human world, but as gentle as the gentle rain.

Gorgeous, noble, and holy, one cannot think of any blasphemy in life.

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!

Such a beauty, such a beautiful song, such a beautiful scenery, Qingfeng's mood suddenly became cheerful.

Qingfeng is about to leave. Such an elegant man is not as good as dust. If she really drags him into the disputes in the world, it would be a bit of a blasphemy to him.

But what fun does it have to be a god? There are no joys or sorrows in the world, which have all kinds of tastes.

Just as he started to take off, he paused.

This person didn't show any surprise when he saw her, so he must be his savior.

It's hard to find a confidant, so elegant...

Qingfeng's black eyes turned, and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

Just think of it as repaying him for saving your life!

Or, as an introduction to lead him into the world.

She suddenly opened her red lips and sang in a low voice: "Yihong Villa is stationed in front of Yanyu Tower

Stopping at the steps did not stop me from walking further and further

No matter how drunk the beauty is, the strings of the piano are broken

If you were me, would I miss you so much in the ordinary world?

This is a kind of boredom and an obsession

It's me who's ridiculous, I'm just taking it easy

If there are three thousand beauties, it is better to meet them once with a close friend

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.

It’s not the tomb of a heroic hero in Wuling. There are no flowers, no wine and hoeing in the fields.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.

It’s not the tomb of a hero in Wuling, and there are no flowers, no wine, no flowers, no wine, and hoeing..."

The sound reached my ears, like a sledgehammer, constantly beating the handsome man's heart.

Incomparable music, incomparable joy.

He could hardly speak and just played the guqin in his hand over and over again, while Qingfeng sang "See Through!" over and over again.

Nalan Qingyun listened to the elegant and deep voice. He swore that he had never heard a more delicious piece of music than this. Every sentence and every word made his heart feel like it was scratched by a cat. Hope

The girl in front of me will sing like this forever, forever calm in this wonderful artistic conception.

Shocked and mesmerized, both of them were amazed by the other's talent, and both were amazed by the gorgeous music and fell in love.

The more Qingfeng sings, the more devoted she becomes, and the more she sings, the more she enjoys herself. The pain gradually goes away, and the wanton publicity in her character is revealed bit by bit. The light bundle of long black hair sways gently, showing off the wild ink color, and the love in the drizzle.

Water droplets, like lively jumping fish, splashed around her and bloomed flowers.

Her expression as she was immersed in the music was so touching, and the eyes of the two stunning girls behind the stunningly beautiful man were filled with fanatical admiration. They squinted their eyes slightly and listened to this unique song.

It sounds really good.

Beautiful people, beautiful sounds, perfect existence.

The woman in front of her is so beautiful that she is breathtaking, her beauty is unbridled, and her beauty is everywhere.

Perfect.

Absolute perfection.

This kind of perfection that deeply moved their souls almost made them feel like they were going to die.

How could there be such a perfect person in this world?

Almost comparable to his own master.

"It's you who's ridiculous

I can’t understand but say I can

Hmm... so pitiful

The gold jade armor is also a common cassock

I want to ask God, tell me whether it is true or false.

Let the world go and give love to others

If you were me, would you

Treat wealth and glory as a plate of yellow sand..."

The tail notes gently gathered together, and she shook her head at the beautiful man. If she continued singing, her throat would become dry.

Qingyun stopped holding his mutton-fat jade-like fingers and looked at Qingfeng quietly. The lingering sound lingered for a long time.

He looked at Qingfeng infatuatedly, clenching his hands again and again, and loosening them again and again. The waves in his heart were pounding the shore, and his excitement could no longer be expressed in words.

His eyes were hot, but there was no hint of male and female affection.

There is respect and admiration for those with superb skills.

Neither of them spoke, as if they didn't want to ruin this wonderful artistic conception.

The drizzle fell on the bamboo leaves and condensed into thin streams, sliding down slowly. It looked so beautiful.

The beautiful man finally stood up with a smile and nodded to Qingfeng: "I am Qingyun. I thought it was difficult to find a true friend in the world. Today, Yun is lucky enough to meet a true friend. I am truly lucky."

Qingfeng sighed softly: "My dear Qingfeng, this song is just a borrowed flower to offer to Buddha." Her voice did not sound like the indifference towards strangers.

There are still four words in my heart that I haven't uttered yet: coax you into a urn.

Most talented people in the world have quirks in their personalities, and gold, silver, and property cannot attract them at all.

This stunningly beautiful man, with superb piano skills, was obviously very fond of fun, so she coaxed him to take the bait with a song called "Can't See Through".

"Qingfeng, from now on, you are my friend Qingyun, the master behind the Qingyun Alliance..."

When Qingyun Fengqingyun said these words indifferently but couldn't be more serious.

Qingfeng was stunned for three seconds. This world was too ridiculous. She wanted to hook him and coax him to help, but she didn't expect that she would become the master of the Qingyun League by singing a casual song.

Even if she is a calm person, she cannot be calm at this moment, and she cannot understand it.

Isn't it just a guest appearance as a singer? As for that?

Although it is said that those who do not take advantage of an advantage are fools, but at this moment Qingfeng wanted to be a fool because the advantage was so great.

Qingyun League?

It's a pie in the sky. It's so big that it will kill people!

The Qingyun League, which is as famous as the Sixteen Ultimate Killers, is not just a roadside vegetable stall. Isn’t it too easy to get here?

"Why?"

He stared at Qingyun with confusion and a little wariness, looking at the other party's crystal clear eyes, as clear as lake water, but as deep as the sea, which makes people unable to extricate themselves...

"You are the only one who can understand the sound of my piano." He lightly curved his lips: "I am lonely."

When he said he was lonely, his expression was lonely, and his clear but deep eyes seemed to have lost their luster.

For a moment, Qingfeng remembered herself in her previous life, lonely and weird, spending a lot of money when she met someone she liked.

Perhaps, he and she are the same kind of people.

We are both in this world, so why not accept this gift?

In the future, she will give him ten or even a hundred Qingyun League.

Although she is cold-hearted, she never treats her friends badly.

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The plagiarized lyrics in the time travel article finally appeared gorgeously in Fox’s article, Yaya’s

"Can't See Through" is very nice. If you are interested, you might as well give it a listen.