Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

Nangong Aotian glanced at Qingfeng, who looked unhappy and full of anger, and said slowly: "I saw it with both eyes. I don't think there is anything wrong with you saving him? But you took good care of him.

, how could I not think more about it?”

He was taken care of in every possible way, how could I not think too much?

When Qingfeng heard this, he was suddenly stunned.

These words, these words...

Her brows furrowed little by little, and she seemed to understand why Nangong Aotian was angry.

Was Nangong Aotian angry with her because of her meticulous care of Nalan Qingyun?

Is it all because of this that Tian's fear, Tian's anxiety, Tian's uneasiness, Tian's jealousy, and Tian's jealousy are all caused?

Is it because she takes good care of another man that Tian feels so uncomfortable?

In front of her eyes, the figure cutting flesh and bones flashed vaguely. His love for her was so crazy, so desperate, and so hot.

But she is still afraid of her meticulous care for another man.

Is it her fault?

She was wrong. It turned out that her meticulousness could hurt him?

Such desperate persistence, such earth-shattering feelings, since she was destined to get them, why didn't she know how to cherish them?

How she looked forward to them holding hands and spending every day of their lives. How could she be willing to live up to such a perfect and passionate relationship in her life?

This man, who is known to the world for his ruthlessness and iron-bloodedness, surrounded her endlessly.

Deep tenderness gradually rose in her eyes, and she smiled at Nangong Aotian with a beautiful smile: "Idiot, I am meticulous because I don't want to owe him any kindness. I want to treat him more."

With every detail taken care of, my heart becomes calmer."

"I will always be with you in this life. Our relationship will last forever. My heart for you will never change."

Tender as water, but the most serious.

Seeing that Nangong Aotian wanted to speak, fair Rouyi covered his lips, and her soft eyes told him that she had not finished speaking yet.

"I admit that I pity him, but, God, pity is not the same as liking, let alone love. My love will only be given to you in my life, but my pity will be given to many people."

Her love can only be given to one person in her life.

However, her pity can be given to anyone.

Nangong Aotian was a little confused and frowned slightly.

What weird thing was his Phoenix saying?

My love will only be given to you in my life, but my pity will be given to many people.

This is simply nonsense, this is simply nonsense.

Pity can lead to love. Which man can generously watch his woman pity other men without losing his mind?

Where did Feng's strange thoughts come from?

Why doesn't he understand?

"If... if... the pity is too much... wouldn't it be... not sentimental..." He worded his words carefully, fearing to hurt Qingfeng's heart.

But he still hesitated to express his thoughts.

Although Nangong Aotian himself is a shocking person, at this moment, he was still frightened by Qingfeng's words.

Too much pity is sentimental?

Qingfeng suddenly realized that all the problems that were troubling her were solved at this moment.

She finally knew where the quarrel with Nangong Aotian came from.

It’s education, concepts, and environmental differences.

Although she has lived in another world for many years, deep down, she is still the queen of the mercenary world and the soul of that other world.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not fully integrate into this other world.

Just like her concept of this other world.

In her opinion, she just regarded Nalan Qingyun as her confidante.

But in the eyes of others, he is not a so-called confidant. Even a free and easy person like Nangong Aotian cannot understand what it feels like.

It's not because he doesn't trust enough, it's because of the education he received since childhood and the environment in which he grew up.

She is already lucky. If she were an ordinary person, she would have been treated like a cheating girl.

And her God, even though she was angry, angry, and jealous, still came back to find her.

This man, this man...

Why don't you let her fall in love?

The wind blows, the love is entangled, and the heart is like a rock.

In this life, apart from loving him, she could no longer find the meaning of existence.

Gently, she nestled her head against his heart. Listening to the strong heartbeat, she slowly raised her head and looked at him: "Oh my God, Qingyun is seriously injured. I pity him."

Nangong Aotian frowned, but did not get angry. He just looked at Qingfeng stupidly: She admitted that she pities Nalan Qingyun...

Qingfeng hugged Nangong Aotian tightly, ignoring his surprise, and just continued: "Mother, I have entrusted you to a wrong person in this life, and I pity her. My father, who has been obsessed with his mother for his entire life, I pity him. Situ Liang, has a fiery personality.

, I pity him. Murong Fu, as cold as the moon, I pity him. Xiao Hei, loyal to his master, I pity him. Xiao Jin, caring and gentle, I pity him. Xiao Feng, lonely for hundreds of years, I pity him..."

She even looked up at the night sky: "The night sky is like water, I pity it. The stars..."

"Stop, stop." The more Nangong Aotian listened, the softer and more lingering his expression became. In the end, his eyes could almost drip with water: "Feng, you don't have to say anything. I think I understand a little bit."

Qingfeng chuckled, but continued: "I pity them because I just regard them as a part of my life. If someone is really missing, it may not be happy enough, but it is not unbearable."

Pity is never love, she knows the difference clearly.

"But, to me, you are everything in my life. Even if you are in poverty and fall into the underworld, I must hold on tightly. Even if you meet the gods and kill gods, and meet the madness of killing Buddhas, you must hold on tight even if you betray the world.

The embrace, even if it goes against the sky, the ground is flat, exhausting the last vestige of life, still can't let go. The persistence of living and sleeping together, and dying in the same hole is to help each other, to depend on each other in life and death, to share weal and woe, and to be one flesh and blood."

"Here!" She grabbed his hand and put it on her heart: "It has already engraved four words - Nangong Aotian. It cannot be erased or erased. It will be remembered for the rest of my life."

Her voice was not high, but it was earth-shattering.

When Nangong Aotian heard this, he felt that the blood all over his body was boiling. He wanted to laugh, and even more so, cry.

It seemed that his life was finally complete at this moment.

It seemed that everything he was pursuing was enough at this moment.