Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

She looked at Nangong Aotian, who was frowning at her, and noticed the anxiety that could not be concealed in his eyes.

Qingfeng felt a little at a loss, how should she make him believe that she had never fallen in love with Nalan Qingyun.

At most, it's a friend's expense.

Oh my god, why is she so uneasy?

Qingfeng's lack of understanding fell into Nangong Aotian's eyes. Not only did it not reassure him, but the fear and uneasiness in his heart became even worse. There was a whoosh of fire rising from the bottom of his heart, burning his head and making him dizzy.

If you understand, you can control yourself, you can overcome it, and it’s not scary.

But not understanding it is the scariest thing.

Because all his actions came from his heart and nature, this made him even more frightened.

If Qingfeng understands it one day, it will be too late.

He cannot accept the existence of such a crisis and must nip it in the bud.

Qingfeng is his, and no one can take her away from him.

"Since it's a unilateral matter on his part, it's easy to handle." He looked at the unconscious Nalan Qingyun with a cold light in his eyes: "Let's leave here and let him fend for himself."

He suddenly turned around and dragged Qingfeng away.

He will never let such consequences occur. He will eliminate any crisis before it comes, leaving no trace behind.

Even if he goes back on his word, even if he breaks his promise, he will never regret it, because he cannot afford the possible price.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Aotian suddenly made this move. Qingfeng's eyes were puzzled, his eyebrows were raised, but he refused to cooperate with his steps: "God, what are you doing? Do you doubt my feelings for you?"

Qingfeng's heart was filled with smoke.

What is this doing?

What does he mean by doing this?

Doesn't he believe her feelings for him?

I still think that she, Qingfeng, is a half-hearted woman.

Bastard, damn bastard.

Who did he think she was?

After supporting her all these years, he actually didn't believe her about her feelings for him.

He actually doubted her.

What could be more hurtful than this?

Qingfeng was originally a lonely and arrogant person. In recent years, because his thoughts were with Nangong Aotian, he was tolerant and considerate to him in every possible way.

Who would have known that today, the most trustworthy, important and deeply loved person in her heart would actually doubt her intentions towards him and her deep love for him.

Her whole body exploded like a firecracker being lit.

She laughed angrily, and her whole body trembled with laughter. It turned out that this was the person she wanted to hold hands with all her life, and she started to doubt her over such a trivial matter.

She has always been a proud person emotionally. He has long been a mole on her heart that cannot be erased, but now this black mole has begun to doubt her loyalty and affection.

The laughter was melancholy and lost, and she was a little disheartened.

Qingfeng's laughter was like a scimitar, piercing Nangong Aotian's chest, tearing out the pain.

He doesn't want to doubt, he doesn't want to veto.

However, no matter how strong and cold he is, he is just an ordinary man.

He saw with his own eyes her tenderness and pity for another man, how could he remain indifferent?

He looked at the fried Qingfeng, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Feng, this is not a question of trust, but that you can't let go of him!"

At this time, how could she leave Nalan Qingyun who was in a coma with fever?

Qingfeng grabbed his hand and stopped.

Anger and jealousy suddenly surged up, and Nangong Aotian asked through gritted teeth: "You can't let him go, can you?"

Damn you bastard for asking such hurtful words.

"I can't bear to let him go? You actually asked me such a thing? You are cruel, you are so cruel."

I have long heard that the Ghost King has no regrets in killing, his methods are cruel, and he can hit with one blow.

Today, she finally experienced it personally.

Without a sword or gun, just one word had already wounded her all over her body.

Qingfeng gritted her teeth, her face was ashen, her teeth were creaking and trembling faintly.

Her husband, her God, actually blamed her like this.

Damn it.

Damn bastard.

Damn Nangong Aotian, you bastard.

Do you know that your words have hit my heart, like thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of sharp knives, piercing the tender tip of my heart again and again, leaving a bone-deep pain.

Good, really good.

It's really, really good.

Can't bear to part with it, right?

Reluctant to part with, reluctant to part with...

"Yes, I can't let it go. What's wrong? I can't let it go even today, what can you do to me?" Gritting his teeth, Qingfeng's brows all stood up.

Don’t you insist on pouring dirty water on me?

I will make it happen for you.

If you want to doubt, just one doubt is enough!

After hearing this, Nangong Aotian's face suddenly became gloomy and almost dripping with tears. It was like something was exploding in his head. He was usually calm and unpredictable, and his aloof and cold expression suddenly turned panicky.

After a while, he roared angrily: "Okay, okay...you are really good!"

His eyes were like daggers, which instantly struck her heart. It turned out that as long as he was willing, he could pierce her with just one look without the need for a sword.

The four eyes looked at each other quietly. For the first time, it was not affectionate, but confrontational anger.

The black and white eyes that used to be able to make each other excited are now extremely angry, but they don't have the heart-shaking ripples they once did. Their eyes are very sharp, as if they can see into the other's panicked heart.

After a long time, Nangong Aotian shook off Qingfeng's hand and said coldly: "If this is your choice, I'll leave!"

Turning around, after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Qingfeng standing in a daze and Nalan Qingyun in a coma.

Watching the tall and straight figure leave silently, Qingfeng seemed to have lost all her strength.

how so?

How could her God do this to her?

How could he abandon her and leave alone.

Qingfeng opened her eyes wide in disbelief and stared in the direction Nangong Aotian was leaving.

He actually left like this, actually threw her down without any care and left on his own.

This was something she had never thought of.

Anger can start a prairie fire in an instant.

"Nangong Aotian, you bastard, stop right here."

The night was like a curtain, and the figure was flying. Qingfeng stamped his foot, and like an arrow off the string, he chased in the direction where Nangong Aotian disappeared.

There is no reason for this.

Just leaving her behind like this, I thought it was beautiful, and I had to explain it clearly to her.

Why, come whenever you want and leave whenever you want.

At first, he took the initiative to provoke her.

I want to wave my sleeves like this and not take away half of the clouds.

No way!