Feng Yue smiled: "When did you know that I was here to kill you?" ”

"When you don't leave and stay, or when I see you for the first time. If it wasn't for another purpose, how could it be possible to coerce you with wishful thinking. I just want to know who sent you. ”

"Is it necessary?"

"There's no need."

"My physique can't practice domineering martial arts, and my internal strength comes from sucking."

"You can absorb all the internal forces?"

"Well, but your internal force is too much, I can't absorb it at once, and my body can't afford it."

"Can I control it?" Leng Yue frowned worriedly.

"The non-contact nature can be controlled and selected."

"In other words, all the power that comes into direct contact with you will be absorbed by you?"

"Yes."

"Can't you stop?"

"If you don't touch nature, you will stop, otherwise, you will not rest until you die."

Leng Yue stretched out her hand to hold him, yawned and wanted to sleep again.

Feng Yue stared at her face, and her eyes were deep and unfathomable: "I know the consequences, but I still want to be touched?" ”

"I'm a demon concubine, I'm very strong." Leng Yue looked at him comfortingly and grinned, and Feng Yue's heart trembled.

"For the sake of the fish and geese in this world, you better laugh less."

Leng Yue was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted to his ridicule, and couldn't help but laugh again.

On the second day, hearing Leng Yue wake up, Feng Yue put down the scroll and raised her head from the side of the desk.

The dumb look of rubbing his eyes in a daze was too much like a child, and he frowned, suddenly wondering what had happened that would make her so indifferent to everything.

Leng Yue sat down in front of the makeup mirror, and Fengyue naturally picked up the comb and combed it gently for her, quiet and warm. Leng Yue looked at Fengyue in the mirror in a daze, and her heart was like water. It's nice that he could stay with him forever, if all this is true and not a show......

"I've always wondered how long you haven't found any interest in killing or any ambition for other countries."

Leng Yue looked at herself in the mirror, that face was so beautiful and terrifying that it was terrifying, who was that woman?

"Demon concubine, it has never been my nature, what I want is not the world, just a cabin, a lover, a group of children......"

The hand holding the comb trembled, he never expected Leng Yue's wish to be so simple. She said that the demon concubine was not her nature, but in the end she became a demon concubine, whose fault is it? Who drove her down this path?

A thought arose in Feng Yue's mind, so he held Leng Yue tightly in his arms and used his special ability to explore the memories in her heart......

Leng Yue shivered violently, Feng Yue's strength has always been very strong, and the closer he gets, the more uncomfortable his body becomes, and his strength seems to be torn by something, surging outward. But the heart is extremely stable, and he is obsessed with the taste of him. So I can't help but want to get close to him. But this time...... It's not the same......

She quickly reacted to what was happening, and pushed Fengyue away to read the book; Web download.

"Don't look at ......" Don't look at her painful past.

Feng Yue was stunned, and looked at him with her mouth half open, her face full of disbelief.

The girl...... Is that girl her? Once a cold moon? She is ugly but strong, she is low-key after becoming beautiful, she is changed for revenge, and she is broken again and again for the people around her......

He finally understood, why her eyes were sometimes cold, sometimes blank, sometimes sad. Why was she allowed to have a face as a concubine, why did she refuse everyone to enter her heart, and why were so many people willing to die for her...... It turns out that all this is not because she is beautiful, but because she pays sincerely......

Hunt down, frame, plunder...... How did she suffer? People in the world will only slander her, hurt her, and deceive her, it turns out that this demon concubine was forced out step by step.

Ask yourself, he has seen the world all his life, although he does not complain, but he is somewhat cold to this world. If he suffers like Leng Yue, what will he become?

Seeing his expression, Leng Yue shook her head lightly and sat down weakly in her chair.

"It's ridiculous, the world is raging because of me, the people are being ruined because of me, the blood is like rivers and seas, and the bones are piling up like mountains."

"I ......" Fengyue was a little dazed and a little guilty. He could have been unnoticed by Leng Yue, but the instant blow and touch of those glimpses were too great, and he lost his soul.

Suddenly, there was a very strong urge to kill everyone who made her sad, and suddenly she hated that she was so late. Today's Leng Yue is no longer the girl who smiled lightly, but just a beautiful walking corpse.

And he actually wanted to team up with those who forced her step by step into what she is now, and destroyed her to the point where her bones remained. How cruel -

Leng Yue slowly stood up, if Feng Yue didn't know anything, she could still play with him, warm each other, and comfort each other. Now, it can't be anymore. She doesn't want to be red. Standing naked in front of people.

"Moon!" Fengyue took her hand.

Leng Yue couldn't help but be stunned when she heard him call her like Luochen.

"Do you still want to do it now?"

Leng Yue sighed blankly: "This is my fate, every time I resist a little, it will bring bad luck to the people around me, so ...... There is no turning back. After all, he didn't look back, and slowly walked out the door. Fengyue was full of gloom.

I don't know if Leng Yue is out of Huiyue Palace, Fengyue can't find her anywhere. I also know that if she has the heart to hide, no one in this world can find it. Time passed day by day, and Leng Yue never showed up again. Fengyue's always unsympathetic temperament has become a little anxious, and there are still a few days before the counterattack of the Jialan Kingdom, needless to say, it must be a battle of life and death. And Leng Yue doesn't seem to care about victory or defeat at all, and her stagnant eyes occasionally reveal only despair and exhaustion, like a dying person. In fact, she was tired of all this, and just wanted to have an end soon. God told her to fight, to fight, then go, regardless of the result, if she loses, it is not a relief.

The pavilion is small, and the cold moon is alone with the moon. She was not good at drinking, and the smell of wine alone had made her drunk.

Finding that someone was coming, she looked up and saw that it was Fengyue, she lay on the desk weakly, and muttered with a smile: "Why haven't you left yet, isn't it enough?" Take it. Holding Fengyue's hand, the internal force surging into his body.

Feng Yue dragged her up, with a hint of distress and a hint of hatred, and said in disbelief: "You look at me like this? "In just a few days, her internal strength has become like this? What the hell did she do?

Leng Yue Demon Ye smiled and nodded, his face was drunk, and his always pale cheeks were tinged with a faint pink.

"I'm so happy, and soon, it's all over."

Fengyue's heart is like a knife. He was wrong, he was wrong, he shouldn't have come, he shouldn't have read her memories, read her, but he couldn't do anything but feel sorry for her.

Holding her arms tightly, she was simply roaring: "Don't be stupid, no one's distressed sadness is worthless." Forget about them, I'll take you away, don't care about this bullshit world anymore, don't do anything more demon concubines, I'll take you away......"

Leng Yue's nose was sour, but she could only shake her head desperately: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

"Don't say you're sorry, you're not sorry for anyone, they're sorry for you!"

Holding her face and kissing her fiercely.

Leng Yue's eyes widened in a daze, her brain was blank, and her limbs were completely paralyzed, only to see the face in front of her full of painful struggle. I wanted to push it away, but my whole body was numb and weak, the person's kiss was so fierce and so hard, the temperature of the normally cold body began to rise, the alcohol anesthetized her brain, and the face of the person in front of her suddenly turned into dust. Feeling like a knife again, she responded passively, muttering in her mouth: "Falling dust......"

Feng Yue was like being struck by lightning, trembling all over her body and pressing her into the soft couch in the small pavilion: "Damn it! I'm not your dust! Hear me! I'm not! You show me clearly! He snatched her bewildered face and kissed it again. Floral aromas mixed with wine aromas make the taste so enticing.

The strings that have been tense for a long time in the cold moon have completely broken, why? Why is she so persistent? If I could not have loved someone, I would not have fallen to this point, and so many people would not have died because of her.

Her eyes were blurry, and she no longer knew whether the person was in the dust or Fengyue. She only knew that she was so bitter, so tired, and so lonely. Everyone had left her, and her dead heart was like a big hole had been cut, dripping with blood, and she needed to fill it. Reaching out and hugging the little warmth in front of him, like desperately grasping at the straw that saves his life.

The garment was peeling off her shoulders, and the man was kissing and biting her neck. She breathed rapidly, letting unfamiliar hands caress her body, igniting desire everywhere, she arched her waist weakly, and sighed softly.

But suddenly, the surrounding temperature was extremely cold, and Leng Yue opened his eyes in a drunken dream, looking at the person in the distance, his heart was like a crack.

Turned over violently and pushed Fengyue away, and chased after him desperately.

Fengyue hugged her tightly from behind, and her voice was almost choked: "Don't go ......"

Leng Yue's face was full of panic, and she tried her best to break away from him, but she still just shook her head and said she was sorry.

Feng Yue looked at her back, covering his face with both hands, he no longer knew whether he was like this, whether it was for her or for her internal strength, and smiled bitterly: "It's me who I'm sorry for you......"

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