Nan Xueluo looked at Fang Yu and smiled coquettishly: "Come, let me see your courage. I'm here today. Who dares to touch her? Fang Yu, don't you have the guts? Come on, let me see your neck."
How hard is it? How many knives will it take to cut off your dog’s head?”
The heavy snow covered the sky and the earth, sweeping across the mountains with murderous intent.
It is also an ancient power, even worthy of the hand of the God King!
Thousands of years ago, the God King was decadent in his cultivation, but Nan Xueluo was a master.
Now sitting on the throne made of wind and snow, Nan Xueluo's face was stained with tears, but it was as powerful as thunder, like a fierce tiger coming down the mountain!
Qing Ge stood behind the Snow Wind Throne, and she could see a few strands of black hair scattered in the snow.
Cut off the blue hair, cut off the love thread, from now on you will no longer be a bitter lover.
She had once disliked Nan Xueluo, who treated the empress too cruelly, but now, Qingge felt a bit of desolation from Fengxue.
The friendship between husband and wife that has persisted for tens of thousands of years has finally come to an end.
On the other side, Xiong Batian, Gillian, and Feng Jin came over.
Xiong Batian saw Nan Xueluo in the wind and snow, and his eyes flashed. Wang Qinghong seemed to be different from the fierce and stern person he imagined?
"Aluo, that's enough, stop, this matter has nothing to do with you!" God King said.
In the past, no matter what he said, Nan Xueluo would do it. The God King even suspected that Nan Xueluo would not hesitate if he asked Nan Xueluo to die.
Nowadays, Nan Xueluo's eyes when she looked at him were no longer affectionate, but full of indifference that he had never seen before.
"God King, you keep saying that you love Fengqi deeply, but when Fengqi was not there, you tried to kill the people she wanted to protect. Ask yourself, how disgusting is your love?" Nan Xueluo sneered: "I am here today,
Don’t even think about touching anyone here, God King, remember, the relationship between you and me as husband and wife has come to an end, even if I die in the future and the heaven is covered with loess, you don’t come to my grave to worship me!”
"Aluo!" the God King shouted coldly in a low voice.
A hint of quiet panic suddenly spread to his limbs and bones, sending chills down the God King's spine.
Looking at Nan Xueluo, who was resolute in the heavy snow not far away, he felt very painful for some reason.
The heart that was still beating felt a dull pain, as if it had been gnawed by countless ants, and was being stabbed down along the pores by sharp needles.
It's like drinking a glass of sweet wine. After entering the mouth, your mouth will be full of bitterness. It doesn't seem strong, but in fact it has great stamina. Afterwards, you will be drunk and unconscious, leaving only the lingering pain!
"Aluo, are you determined to do this? Are we two going to turn against each other?" The God King is still looking forward to it, hoping that Nan Xueluo will continue to love him deeply, never leave him, and obey his words.
"Didn't we already turn against each other? Don't you hate me?" Nan Xueluo asked back. Feeling powerless, she lowered her eyes and leaned on the back of the ice-snow chair.
The cup of wine of love is the most bitter.
Nan Xueluo closed her eyes, feeling happy and free.
From now on, she will no longer be bound by love. She is the freest soul in the world.
It was extremely ridiculous to say it, but a joke she made when she was young was remembered for thousands of years.
"Aluo, I don't hate you. When you come back, we will still treat each other as respectfully as if we were young." The God King said, his eyes were no longer as clear and clean as before, and he already had a plan that Nan Xueluo couldn't understand.
The God King used retreat to advance, trying to trick Nan Xueluo away with soft words, and then attack Ye Qingge.
It's a pity that in the past, Nan Xueluo believed without any regrets, not because of how much trust she had, but because she loved her deeply, so much that she deceived herself and others, used the ground as a prison, and trapped herself in a cocoon! So much so that she was like a moth flying into a fire, and would never recover, and die without a burial!
At this moment, Nan Xueluo laughed mockingly. The laughter became more exaggerated and louder, and was finally lost in the wind and snow.
She loved the young God-King who chanted sutras for the withered flowers to save them, not a cold-blooded beast.
Thousands of years have passed, and things and people have changed.
The God King still looked at Nan Xueluo with vague expectation. He thought that Nan Xueluo was still living for love as always.
Nan Xueluo looked at him with pained eyes. For a long time, Nan Xueluo chuckled coldly, her eyes becoming colder.
"Go away, you two shameless beasts." Nan Xueluo said coldly.
"Aluo!" the God King said angrily, "Come here to me. I pretend I haven't heard anything you just said."
He didn't believe that someone who had loved him for thousands of years could be so heartless and unjust!
"How can you take back the words you have spoken and the water you have spilled? God King, do you still think it is a child's play? I have fallen in love with someone else, and you are nothing." Nan Xueluo said scornfully.
"Impossible!" God King blurted out and categorically rejected.
"Oh……"
Nan Xueluo sat on the chair and raised her fingers towards Xiong Batian: "Batian, come here."
Xiong Batian was concentrating on the relationship between the King of Gods and Wang Qinghong when he suddenly heard those vague words and looked at Nan Xueluo suddenly.
Xiong Batian swallowed his saliva, thinking that he would die if he offended the person in front of him, so he quickly walked to Nan Xueluo on his short legs.
"King..." Before the word "young master" could be uttered, Nan Xueluo grabbed his collar and took him into her arms.
Xiong Batian fell into Nan Xueluo's arms and opened his eyes slightly, only to see an enlarged face reflected in his eyes.
ah!
He...was kissed by a man?
Xiong Batian's mind was buzzing, and he felt that the world was so absurd, but there was no rejection or disgust as he imagined.
Young Master’s lips are so soft...
How can it be as soft as a woman? Although he has never tasted a woman's lips.
Xiong Batian thought of many things in his mind, including his dead mother and his father who was far away in Zhuiye Continent...
He didn't know why he was thinking about this, but he was nervously grabbing Nan Xueluo's clothes, his breathing was rapid and his heartbeat was racing.
"Close your eyes." Nan Xueluo's voice sounded in his ears, and Xiong Batian obediently closed his eyes.
The people around were shocked. Two men, kissing like this in front of tens of thousands of people?
It's not disgusting at all, but rather pleasing to the eye. It's really a ghost.
Qing Ge's eyes flashed slightly and she looked at the two people who were embracing each other passionately. Why did she feel that her disciple had been raped? She wanted to save her disciple's innocence, but she was so arrogant as her daughter-in-law.
She was so shy and nervous, and wanted to refuse but still welcomed her, it really made Qing Ge not know what to do.
When the God King saw this scene, his mind seemed to be filled with fire and flowers, and he simply couldn't think.
"A Luo..."
This sound is full of heartbreak.
The pain of this moment far exceeded Feng Qi's rejection back then.
The God King looked at Nan Xueluo in disbelief. If Fang Yu hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would have even rushed forward to ask for explanation.
Fang Yu stopped him, but God King pushed him away and quickly rushed away.
Appearing in front of Nan Xueluo and the other two, the God King punched Xiong Ba Tian.
Nan Xueluo held the God King's fist with one hand, let go of Xiong Batian's lips, and raised her head.
Nan Xueluo licked the water stains on her lips, and looked at the God King with a smile: "Who do you think you are? Touching my man?"
Human love is nothing more than that. If I don’t love you anymore, who do you think you are?
I love you, you are like a star in the sky, a treasure in the world, held in the palm of my hand.