Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Qingfeng's look unchanged, she never avoided her gloomy, shameful, and hateful eyes, and said coldly: "Put Ai Tian, ​​let you go!"

The sound is cold, and the inside is full of unparalleled resoluteness.

"Never!" The Queen of the Moon was decided.

There is no turn arrow in starting.

"Then continue to watch the show." Qing Feng smiled coldly: She was obsessed, no wonder her.

The smoke rolled, the roar of the sky, flying in the air.

The sound of shocking souls, the exciting fighting spirit, was never felt by the Queen of the Moon.

However, she still has the South Gate.

The south gate of the moon is the strongest copper wall and iron wall of the five countries. No one can break.

And her thoughts have not yet fallen, and the strongest south gate in her heart has been drowned in the sound of explosion.

Mu Rongfu's whole person was cold and Ruilu, hate the crumbling south gate.

He would definitely rescue Nangong Aotian, and he would not hurt his sister.

Sister!

His cousin.

Qingfeng, actually his cousin.

It turns out that when I first see the heart, it is the shout of blood, and the traction of family relationships.

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

From now on, he has a sister.

A whole world, the most beautiful, most intelligent, best, the best sister.

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

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

Only that man can make her laugh brightly and beautiful.

His hand waved lightly, with the unique killing, dozens of red artillery behind him bombed the south gate together.

That power, absolutely shockingly weeping ghost gods.

That month, the strongest south gate in the country's heart collapsed.

The soldiers responsible for guarding the South Gate, the next moment, was wrapped in dumplings by Murong Fu.

The palace of the Moon Kingdom is not known as the strongest palace of the five kingdoms.

Okay, then see who is even more powerful.

Nangong Mu and others in the four doors looked cold. They commanded the red artillery behind him, and when they saw things, they bombarded.

Immediately, the exquisite, sturdy Monthly Palace, after some of their firepower, almost the ruins that were almost counted.

It is more thorough than the Royal Palace of the Qing Dynasty.

And they finally met the Queen of the Moon Kingdom and Qingfeng. Although the Queen of the Moon State looked pale, the murderousness on their bodies was even stronger.

"I didn't find Aitian."

Nangong Mu was ugly. He bombarded the palace of the moon, but he failed to find Aitian.

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

Qingfeng's complexion was not moving, but his heart was slightly sinking, and his heart was slightly sinking, and the heart was sinking.

The Queen of the Moon was also cold: "No, I want Nangong Aotian to be buried for my month."

寒, gloomy, cold chestnut, hatred.

Ning is jade crushing, not tile fullness.

She died, and she had to drag Nangong Aotian together.

"Qingfeng ..."

Nangong Aotian, who was tied to the cross, was shocked at this time, waking up slightly from the coma, and he struggled to support heavy eyelids.

There is no intact skin all over the body, and the pain is to the extreme. All his nerves seem to be numb, and he can hardly feel the pain.

At this moment, he felt his heartbeat accelerated.

This is what Qingfeng can give him.

His phoenix, here.

The blood color is blurred, and I can't see the face of the original face, and a light smile flows.

His phoenix comes, the end of the world, his phoenix will follow him.

In this life, he is worth it.

"What are you proud?" And the Nalan Qingyun, who was also trapped by the Queen of the Moon, saw the smile on his face, the whole person was like a frying hair, excited.

The smile on Nangong Aotian's face is really dazzling. How can he show such trust, so proud, so tender, so warm, so ...

Nangong Aotian laughed so ugly. It made him tickle, and couldn't help but want to kill him.

This damn man, he damn!

Why can this damn man be treated so?

Why can this damn man get everything he is looking forward to?

He loves Qingfeng.

Self -love is no less than this damn man.

Why ...

Why, he will end like this.

And Qingfeng, the damn man in front of him, ruined his home and ruined his country.

Which point is he comparable to this damn man?

Which point is he worse than this damn man?

What he can do for Qingfeng, which point he can't do?

Looking at the Nangong Aotian in front of him, Nalan Qingyun couldn't wait to tear this damn man into fragments.

But more is sad and painful. The jealous flame burns his eyes.

"I hate you!" He roared.

"I know." Although Nangong Aotian was no longer clear, he laughed still. He whispered, and his tone always mentioned the tenderness of the Qingfeng.

And his tenderness, almost made the anger in Nalan Qingyun's heart, survived.

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

With a little bit, the body flew up, and the whole person was hung upside down on the cross, and the dagger faced the neck of Nangong Aotian.

A cold light flashed, and the blood colors fell down along the fragmented skin.

That little scarlet is not so eye -catching on the scarred body.

However, it makes people feel a tragic gorgeous.

Nangong Aotian's eyebrows moved without movement, but opened his eyes difficultly, watching the face of Nalan Qingyun, who was close at hand.

The resentment, anger, sadness, and even despair on the face, at this moment, fell clearly in his eyes at this moment.

The cold dagger, close to his skin, as long as Nalan Qingyun just used another force, then at this moment, he will be different.

He whispered coldly, his expression was indifferent: "You are not cruel enough!"

He just expressed his opinion.

In the cold eyes, there was no compromise, no prayer, and no panic.

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

He is just a kind of high gesture, calmly stating the most authentic thing.

Nalan Qingyun looked at such calmness, so proud, so fearless Nangong Aotian, holding the dagger's hand, tighter, and the scars on the neck became deeper and deeper.

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