The execution of the Demon Soldier has been significantly improved in the past three years. In less than a day, everything was done according to Qinghuan's instructions. Within a radius of ten miles from the forbidden place, there was no life.

Seeing that the originally solemn military camp was desolate, something different finally appeared in Qing Huang's eyes.

He thought that if Gu Youning came back to find him, he would definitely forgive her, and he would definitely do it.

However, she didn't, and she even cut off the connection between the concentric fans.

It seems that he has given up cleanly, but Qinghuan knows that it is Gu Youning who really lets go.

She is so willing, she is so ruthless!

Qinghuan sneered, laughing at himself. God knows how much he wants to strangle her now, but when he actually faces that face, he can't do it at all. He didn't even have the courage to use his demonic energy.

He lost, lost to a woman, lost to the only woman he had his heart for.

How ridiculous, how ridiculous, not only did he not have half a hatred, but even expected her to come back.

He was so humble, between the two of them, he was so humble, why! Why did she still leave herself!

No one will tell Qinghuang that there is no one in the forbidden land anymore.

Before he knew it, he had walked to his hut in the forbidden land.

Because of his special orders, no one bothered here, and everything was exactly the same as before.

Qinghuan still remembers that he brought Gu Youning here and told her about her youth. Now that I think about it, I don't know anything about Gu Youning when he was young!

Qinghuang sneered and sat down in his chair.

He remembered that because he was too lazy to smooth out the table and chair, her hand had been scratched there. So, after she left, she renovated it herself.

She'll never get her hands cut by barbs here again. She will never come again.

Why is she so unkind, so unrighteous?

With a move of Qing Huang's hand, a jar of wine appeared in his hand.

She once told herself that she was not afraid of getting drunk with her presence. So now? Is she afraid of getting drunk? Will her heart hurt!

Has she ever been moved by herself, even a little!

Qinghuang patted open the mud seal, and felt that the original clear wine fragrance was a little bitter.

How can it be bitter? This is the wine made by Ye Yi himself, it should be the best, how can it be bitter?

A jar of wine went down to his stomach, and Qing Huang thought, this wine is really bitter.

However, it was not as bitter as half of his heart.

took out another jar of wine, and Qinghuan poured it without hesitation. He drank so fast that he wanted to pour out all the anguish in his heart.

It's so fucking uncomfortable! Qing Huang slammed the wine jar in his hand against the wall, and his eyes were red.

He never swears, and he doesn't say such vulgar words, but he feels that this sentence is really suitable for now.

Qinghuang finally understands why so many people want to curse, because it's so fucking happy!

A jar of wine was pulled out of the ground by the Qing Fence, and after being drunk, it was slammed against the wall. Qing Huang sat in the middle of the fragments of the ground, feeling that he was not much different from the broken wine jar on the ground.

What's the difference? It's all broken. I can't even hold anything.

Just when Qinghuang was drunk and dreaming of death, a person walked in like this.

He leaned over, looked down at Qing Huang, and said with a smile: "Demon Lord, it's a pleasure to see you." ”