Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

To kill, you need to be quick and ruthless.

Qingfeng remembered that the instructor who had given her special training once said: Killing people is not for you to embroider, let alone paint. What you have to do is to look good. Just be practical. Kill with one move. As long as one move hits the opponent's vital point, it will be enough.

enough.

She has always remembered the instructor's words clearly and has always practiced them. This is why she has been able to avoid the edge of death time and time again.

She thought she was the only one in the world who understood this truth, but she didn't expect this man to be so clean and tidy: obviously this was his experience gained from being in the killing field for a long time.

He said he helped her, but now I know that he really has the ability to help her.

Qingfeng looked at Nangong Aotian, who was filled with coldness and bloody murderous aura. Although his cold expression was not ferocious at all, it was more frightening than any other expression. It seemed to be able to kill people.

The chill that came from his bones could almost penetrate into Qingfeng's heart.

Even though Qingfeng was so cold-blooded and ruthless, treating human life like an ant, and was used to seeing people living and dying, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

The blood slowly dripped onto the ground along Nangong Aotian's long sword. He glanced across the lobby with cold eyes. Seeing that there was no breath of the man in black, he walked through the vast corpses and came to Qingfeng, bathed in blood.

His eyes looked at Qingfeng with a hint of anxiety: "You're not hurt, are you?"

Qingfeng's heart was shocked, and she couldn't help but stare at Nangong Aotian, whose face was already stern, but his eyes were filled with anxiety.

She then raised her eyebrows lightly: "I'm fine. These few idiots can't hurt me."

When she saw Nangong Aotian's eyes focused on her arms, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "This is the blood of offal!"

I think she started killing people when she was eight years old. She is a person who broke into hell. Although such a little shrimp looks powerful, how can it hurt her? If this ability can hurt her, then she couldn't hurt her in the previous life.

Do you know how many times you have to die?

However, this man gave her a new feeling, which she had never experienced before: with such a cold expression, such a chilling look, and such cruel movements, he walked towards her with blood and blood.

The one beside me said such warm words: You are not hurt!

This man is cold-blooded, this man is ruthless. Qingfeng can be sure that if she had not been standing here today, even if this man saw these bandits falling at his feet, he would not have raised his eyebrows, let alone

He would not take action, and would even kick these bandits away without hesitation, because this man was worried that the blood of the bandits would stain his shoes.

Qingfeng couldn't find words to describe the feeling of hearing such warm words from the mouth of such a heartless person, from the mouth of such a cold man who walked over the corpse without changing his expression.

It was a very strange feeling, a very contradictory feeling, but it made her heart feel so damn warm.