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The saint's face became very strange, and it was obvious that these words were very wrong when they came out of Qingge's mouth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The bright moon shrouded the damp land faintly.

The saint looked at the outline of Qingge's resolute and soft side face, and her mind was melancholy.

In fact, in terms of beauty, she is even more shocking than Qingge, tall and sexy, delicate face, a few traces of innocence and thousands of charms, can be described as a great beauty who captivates the country and the city, especially her infatuation with the demon king, which is even more famous......

The saint didn't understand why she lost to Yeqingge and where she lost.

Simply, the saint didn't want to think about it, she bent her legs, supported her elbows on her knees, supported her face with her soft palms, and looked at the beautiful scenery in the night with deep and blank eyes, and her eyes were full of sadness.

As if sighing, she said lightly: "Do you know, I was a childhood sweetheart with the demon king, but he was indifferent by nature, but moody, uncertain, let me be tempted, it was when he led the demon on the battlefield and was heroic, I think, only such a man is worthy of me, after that, I became his subordinate, fought for him in the north and south, won countless territories, killed countless enemies, I thought, I was worthy of him, but for so many years, he never looked at me, later, Xun Wutear rebelled, countless casualties, the demon king was hunted down, Jiujun was imprisoned, and I bypassed one life because of my father, and the others, the death of the dead, the surrender of surrender. In the past 20 years, there have been countless people who have courted relatives, but I don't want to marry, I am paranoid that the demon king is not dead, he will not die, so excellent people, how can they say that they are dead? ”

The saint's voice was three points of sorrow and seven points of stubbornness, and the light song was indifferent, quiet as a listener.

"When I learned that the demon king came back, I was overjoyed, I thought that I could keep the clouds open and see the moon, I ignored my father's anger, went to him, helped him dredge the relationship, and let the old ministry follow him, I thought that he was bound to be mine."

The saint smiled bitterly and said: "Some time ago, I, Jiujun, and the Demon King were drinking, and Jiujun tentatively said that I don't know if there will be a demon queen in the demon domain, who knew that the demon king said that there would be a demon queen, and I didn't even have time to rejoice, he said that he would protect the demon queen well, and when the future was unified, he would take her home, I knew that that person was not me, but I was unwilling, I didn't give up, and I didn't want to give up like this......"

"Give it up." Qingge turned her head and looked at the saint girl squarely, "I don't want the two daughters to serve the same husband, are you willing?" ”

The saint was dumbfounded, and after a while, she lowered her head and smiled, "I also have my dignity, I can be born and die for him, but I will never abandon my dignity, I have longed for a lifetime and a couple, three wives and four concubines, and many women to rob a man's grace, I can't do it." ”

Qingge raised his eyebrows, but he is also a person with a strong backbone.

"What would you do if you were me?" The saint asked.

"Oh?"

"I mean, if you fall in love with an impossible man, you will wait for him for so many years, and you will ...... for him," the saint did not continue, but it was also self-evident.

Qingge's eyes were indifferent, and the coldness in her eyes pierced the skin of the saint like a steel needle, she was half confused and half understood, and she probably understood a little why the demon king had a soft spot for him.

"If it were me, I would give up." The song is free and easy.

The saint was stunned.

Women are sensual, no matter how self-reliant a woman is, she will fall into seven emotions and six desires for half a lifetime, and she will be miserable.

It's a pity, poor people, there will be something to hate.

Everyone, male or female, should be in their own hands.

With a face like a peach blossom and eyes like autumn water, he smiled lightly, opened his thin lips lightly, and said: "The feelings that you are courteing for are meaningless, aren't they?" Your Highness the Holy Maiden, I admire you for waiting for a person for more than ten years, but I am not moved, you can pursue your love, but you ignore the parents who gave birth to you and raised you, and your mother worked hard to give birth to you, not for you to bow down and wagging your tail in front of another man and beg for mercy. ”

"But ......," the holy woman frowned.

smiled lightly, and said: "This kind of fate, you can't force it, you have to leave a way out for yourself in everything, and people like me have always been cold-blooded, even if it is the person I love deeply, if he can't tolerate me in his eyes, I will force myself to cut off the love thread, if he is willing to cut off the love thread for me, don't say more than ten years, ten thousand years will not be resigned." Feelings are like boats, unilateral giving, one party carrying too much power, will capsize, in fact, most of the obsession, nothing more than unwillingness, or hope expectations are too high, because of this, when the reality comes, it will fall even worse. ”

Qingge stood up, and the smiling pilgrim stretched out her hand, "Take a step back, you will find that the sea and the sky are vast, and it is not a bad thing to recruit husbands and wives, not only can you let those who admire you go to the land of exile, but maybe you can find some rare talents from it?" ”

The saint was helpless, she didn't expect that Qingge was still exploiting her at this time, but she couldn't get angry.

Bitter and smiling, the saint looked at the hand in front of her in a trance, the luster white, the long fingers were distinct, shining like green onions, white and tender, clean and clean, the saint's mind was rippling, and the ghost made her hand stretch out and put it in the palm of the light song.

Qingge shook it hard, lifted it inward, and the holy woman stood up.

"Life is too short to be happy." Qingge put down his hand and said, "You have the ability to assist the Demon King, I don't want to let the Demon King lose a strong arm because of the love of my children." ”

"Are you acknowledging your rival?" The holy woman's joking way.

"Isn't there a rival in love who is brave and strategic?" Qingge blinked her deep eyes.

The saint laughed, and after laughing, she stopped, "I don't hate you either, I want that person to be you more than to let other women sit on the throne of the demon queen." ”

Qingge shrugged his shoulders and suddenly stared at the saint with a creepy gaze, "Honestly, how many childhood sweethearts does the demon king have." ”

Saint: "......"

Coughing dryly, the saint looked at the sky, counted her fingers, and said in a whisper: "It's not much, just a dozen, all of them are all overwhelmed by the country and the city, the phoenix among the people, and when there is a chance, I will definitely take you to see and see." ”

"Oh-" The word was dragged out by the light song, and the holy woman's body trembled.

The saint looked at Qingge's fair face, her brain twitched, and she suddenly asked, "Night girl, do you know the right thing?" ”

The song is silent.

She knew the meaning of the words of the Holy Maiden.

She's a small and ugly human being, and Ji Yue is a demon king who will eventually be admired by thousands of people, and the door is not right.

Qingge sneered, and left a sentence, "If the demon king is above ten thousand people, under the whole world, there will be no one more suitable to stand by his side than me, and if he is struggling in the mud, I will not give up." ”

As long as Ji Yue doesn't give up on her, Biluo Huangquan will be unswerving until death.

After speaking, Qingge stepped over the dead wood and left.

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