Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, and she never avoided her gloomy, angry and hatred eyes, and said coldly: "Let Aotian go, let you go!"

The sound was cold, and it was filled with an unparalleled determination.

"Absolutely impossible!" The Queen of Yue Kingdom was decisive.

There is no turning back when construction starts.

"Then let's continue watching the show." Qingfeng smiled coldly: She was obsessed with it, and it was no wonder that she was too stubborn.

The smoke of gunpowder rolled and the roar of the sky was flying in the air.

The sound that shocked the soul and the passionate fighting spirit were something that the Queen of Yue Kingdom had never felt before.

However, she still has the South Gate.

The southern gate of the Yue Kingdom is the strongest iron wall of the five countries, and no one can break through it.

Before her thoughts could fall, the strongest south gate in her heart was already drowned in the sound of explosions.

Murong Fu was as cold as ice, and hated the shaking South Gate.

He will definitely rescue Nangong Aotian and will not let his sister be heartbroken.

Sister!

His cousin.

Qingfeng is actually his cousin.

It turns out that the love that comes from the cry of blood and the traction of family affection.

It turned out that she was the sister the father had been looking for.

From now on, he has a sister.

The most beautiful, smartest, best and best sister in the world.

He wants her to laugh every day and live every day happily.

Therefore, he must capture the South Gate as soon as possible and save Nangong Aotian.

Only that man can make her smile brightly and beautifully.

He waved his hand gently, with his unique solemnity, dozens of red-clothed cannons behind him bombed the south gate together.

That power is absolutely shocking and shaking ghosts and gods.

The strongest south gate in the heart of the Queen of the Yue Kingdom collapsed with a bang.

The soldiers who were in charge of guarding the south gate were made into dumplings by Murong Fu's people the next moment.

The Moon Kingdom Palace is not the most powerful palace in the five countries.

OK, then let's see who is better.

Nangong Mu and others who entered the four gates had a cold face, commanding the red-clothed cannon behind them, and blasted them when they saw things.

Immediately, the exquisite and sturdy Moon Kingdom Palace was almost considered ruins after their firepower.

It is more thorough than Qingfeng's cannon to bombard the palace of Ming Dynasty.

And they finally joined the side of Queen Yue Kingdom and Qingfeng. Although Queen Yue Kingdom had a pale face, her murderous aura was even stronger.

"Aotian was not found."

Nangong Mu looked ugly and blasted the palace of Yue Kingdom, but he still failed to find Aotian.

I don’t know where this demon queen hid Aotian.

Qingfeng's face was still, but her heart was slightly calmer. She said coldly to the Queen of Yue Kingdom: "Will you let it go?"

The Queen of Yue Kingdom also said coldly: "Don't let go, I want Nangong Aotian to bury my Yue Kingdom."

Ferocious, gloomy, chilling, hatred.

It is better to be broken than to be broken.

She will also drag Nangong Aotian to death.

"Qingfeng..."

Nangong Aotian, tied to the cross, was shocked at this time, and woke up slightly from his coma, struggling to hold up his heavy eyelids.

There was no intact skin on his body, and the pain was extremely painful. All his nerves seemed to be numb and he could hardly feel the pain.

At this moment, he felt his heart beating faster.

This is what Qingfeng can only give him the feeling.

His phoenix is ​​here.

A faint smile suddenly flowed across the face that was covered in blood and could no longer see clearly.

His phoenix comes, and his phoenixes will follow his figure.

In this life, he is worth it.

"What are you proud of?" Nalan Qingyun, who was also trapped here by the Queen of Yue Kingdom, became excited when he saw the smile on his face.

The smile on Nangong Aotian's face was really dazzling. How could he show such trust, such pride, such tenderness, such warmth, such...

Nangong Aotian smiled so ugly that his hands were itchy, and he couldn't help but want to kill him.

This damn man, he deserves to die!

Why can Qingfeng treat this damn man like this?

Why can this damn man get everything he hopes for?

He loves Qingfeng.

The love of himself is no less than this damn man.

But why...

Why, he ended up like this.

And Qingfeng ruined his home and his country for the sake of the damn man in front of him.

Which one is not as good as this damn man?

Which is worse than this damn man?

What can he do for Qingfeng, but what can he not do?

Looking at Nangong Aotian in front of him, Nalan Qingyun wanted to tear this damn man to pieces.

But more of it was sadness and pain, and the flames of jealousy burned his eyes.

"I hate you!" he yelled wildly.

"I know." Although Nangong Aotian was no longer clear in pain, he still smiled and responded in a low voice, his tone always mentioned the tenderness and sweetness of Qingfeng.

And his tenderness and sweetness almost made the anger in Nalan Qingyun's heart surge out.

He couldn't control himself, and his hand moved, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

He snatched his feet, flew upside down, and his whole body hung upside down on the cross, and the dagger was facing Nangong Aotian's neck.

A cold light flashed by, and the blood instantly fell down the shattered skin.

The little scarlet redness was not very eye-catching on the scarred body.

But, it makes people feel a tragic splendor.

Nangong Aotian's brows were not moving, but he just opened his eyes with difficulty and stared coldly at the face of Nalan Qingyun who was close to him.

The resentment, anger, sadness, and even despair on his face fell clearly into his eyes at this moment.

The cold dagger was close to his skin. As long as Nalan Qingyun used another force just now, he would be in a different place at this moment.

He whispered coldly, his expression was indifferent: "You are not cruel enough!"

He just expressed his opinions expressionlessly.

In those cold eyes, there was no compromise, no prayer, and no fear.

There is no complacency and pride of the winner.

He was just a lofty attitude, and he was very calm and stated the most real thing.

Nalan Qingyun looked at Nangong Aotian, who was so calm, so arrogant, and so fearless, holding the dagger's hand tighter and tighter, and the scars on his neck became deeper and deeper.

"Kill him, kill him..." The bloodthirsty cells in his body kept shouting.
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