Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

"God, think, grab the stone wall."

Because the breeze was leaning on his head, he suddenly found a stone wall, screamed in surprise, signaling that Nangong Aotian looked.

Nangong Aotian heard his words immediately, and immediately raised his head. Sure enough, not far away, there was a steep stone wall, like a rock, and he could stand firmly.

If you climb the stone wall and climb up, maybe there is a hint of hope.

The vitality is in front of you, you can't let it go.

He faced with a bitter sandy storm, reached out, grabbed the edge of the stone wall hard, and climbed up hard.

However, Qingfeng naturally pushed him hard below.

The power of the sand and tornado and the rolling sand waves is getting smaller and smaller.

Qingfeng felt that his strength gradually disappeared.

That huge attractiveness gradually occupied the upper hand again, and the whole person felt like a fall.

Perseverance, persist ... and persist again.

You can survive again.

Can't give up, can't give up like this. Her God is still insisting that she cannot give up.

The whole person is like being trapped in a swamp, and her legs are like a plump, pulling her down.

Can't resist, can't resist.

Rolling the yellow sand, the grains hit the legs of Qingfeng, and instantly painful into the bone marrow.

The skin is like a fire, tearing, and burning. This pain can tolerate it.

Like her heaven, she can endure the pain of cutting the flesh and bones.

The legs are gradually unknown, only numb, numb inch.

I dare not speak, dare not call pain, and even afraid to let Nangong Aitian know.

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

The pain, gradually rising, slowly, spreading.

Qingfeng didn't say a word, his face remained unchanged, but he pushed Nangong Aotian hard, let him climb the stone wall.

That's the way of vitality.

God, I will push you up.

Qingfeng was uncomfortable at this moment, and Nangong Aotian had a good taste, and he bite his teeth tightly.

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

The blood dripped, I don't know if it was bitten out, or the severe wind sand hit.

Sand and dust tornado raging, violent attacks, bite and devour everything.

Nangong Aotian's fingers bending, constantly inserting it on the hard stone wall. The severe pain did not make him retract a slightest.

While resisting the wind and sand, he climbed upwards.

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

All the thoughts, at this time, climb there, just hope to be quickly, hard to quickly.

He must be fast.

As soon as the last one, the vitality of the two will be more.

He went up, and Qingfeng could have a chance to go up.

He didn't have time to delay, let alone wait, can't.

Insert your fingers constantly, forcefully, pull out, and then perform the next cycle.

It's close, it's close ...

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters ...

To the end, Nangong Aotian became more cautious.

Finally, the blood with blood climbed up to the gap in the stone wall is only one meter, and then it was fine. There was just a trace of relaxation on the face.

"Well!" With a slide, Nangong Aotian fell, and his body would fall down.

A force at the foot of Qingfeng's feet, holding a foot of Ao Tian, ​​head of Nangong, was able to stabilize his body.

"You don't have to worry, I still hold it."

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

Her voice was calm and mild, she couldn't hear the slightest inappropriate, and there was no feeling of pain.

The only thing is calm, only smooth, only indifferent.

However, Nangong Aotian listened in his ears, but his heart didn't know why he was stinging, and he was at a loss.

How did he not know that the power of the sky and dust.

Because of understanding, all his more and more hard climbing: never let Qingfeng's hard work, and never make Qingfeng's pain.

The blood of the fingers drip along the arm, as it is like a hot magma, one drop after a drop, flowing into the shoulders, flowing into the chest, and flowing into the toes.

As if he had never seen it, he climbed upwards with huge sand and dust.

In a short distance, he seemed to use all his strength, tiredness, pain, weakness, and he attacked for a while.

But just clenched the teeth and moved towards the goal.

He never looked back, just staring directly at the stone wall.

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

Maybe, dare not bear.

Because he knew that Qingfeng hurts more and more painful than him.

Blood, passing along the rock, the red traces are dazzling, significant.

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

However, both seem to feel pain. Although their faces are pale, they are stable.

In their hearts, each other is like each other.

He, gritting his teeth to face difficulties, just to fight for her more vitality.

She, shoulder against Qian Kun, just to hold him and give him a vitality.

In one step, there is only the last step. As long as you cross this step, the sky can survive.

Qingfeng took a deep breath, bite the roots, and drank lightly: "God, go!"

The strength of the whole body erupted a little bit, Qing Feng's force pushed Nangong Aotian up.

And Qingfeng was so hard, Nangong Aotian went up, but she sank a lot.

Nangong Aotian climbed the stone wall, and before he was breathing, he rolled over and lay down, and his hand stretched out: "Quickly, give me quickly."

Qingfeng raised his head, and stretched out his hand without saying a word. He was obviously that he could reach the tentacle.

There is only a little distance, there is no finger, but it can't be enough.

And Qingfeng just sent Nangong Aotian to go up, and he had exhausted his strength. At this moment, where there was strength to compete with sand and dust, his body did not go back and retreated, and he sank.

I was still a distance of a finger. In a blink of an eye, I had retreated for three or four inches.

When Nangong Aotian saw this, his eyes were red and red.

He didn't think about it, leaping down, his feet bent like hooking, hooked tightly on the stone wall, hanging, his hands hard, grabbing Qingfeng's arm.

With both hands, Qingfeng's body was like a butterfly flying, and his back fell on the stone wall.

However, Nangong Aotian was too hard because he was too hard, and the toes were slightly slippery, and the whole person was crumbling.

Without waiting for his body to stand firm, Qingfeng's carp was tall, and the whole person rushed forward, grabbing the slippery heel.

I kept moved backwards and tossed for a long time before dragging Nangong Aotian on the stone wall.

The two were tired like a cow, and for a while, they were embarrassed.

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

Fortunately, they are still alive.

Live, so good.