The saint's face became very strange. Obviously, there was something wrong with these words coming from Qingge's mouth.
The bright moon shone faintly over the humid land.
The saint looked at Qingge's resolute and soft profile, feeling melancholy.
In fact, in terms of beauty, she is even more eye-catching than Qing Ge. She is tall and sexy, has an exquisite face, and is full of innocence and charming. She can be said to be a great beauty who will conquer the country, especially her love for the Demon King.
His infatuation is even more famous...
The saint didn't understand why she lost to Ye Qingge and where she lost.
Simply, the Saint didn't want to think about it anymore. She bent her legs, rested her elbows on her knees, held her face in her soft palms, and stared blankly at the beautiful and dreamlike scenery under the night.
There was actually sadness in his eyes.
As if sighing, she said calmly: "You know, I was childhood sweethearts with the Demon King, but he was indifferent by nature, moody, and unstable. What made me attracted was when he led the demons on the battlefield with unparalleled bravery.
I felt that only such a man was worthy of me. After that, I became his subordinate, fought for him in the north and south, captured countless territories, and killed countless enemies. I thought that I was worthy of him.
But for so many years, he never looked at me. Later, Xun Wu Lei rebelled, causing countless casualties. The Demon King was hunted down and the Nine Lords were imprisoned. I was spared my life because of my father, and the others died.
Surrender. Surrender. In the past twenty years, there have been countless people asking for marriage, but I don't want to marry. I am paranoid that if the demon king is not dead, he will not die. How can such an outstanding person die just because he wants to?
"
The saint's voice contained three parts sadness and seven parts stubbornness. Her face was indifferent when she sang softly, and she acted quietly as a listener.
"When I learned that the Demon King was back, I was overjoyed. I thought I could see the moonlight after the clouds cleared. I ignored my father's anger and went to find him to help him clear the relationship and let his former subordinates follow him. I thought,
He must be mine."
The saint smiled bitterly and said: "Some time ago, Jiujun, myself, and the demon king were drinking. Jiujun tentatively said that he didn't know if there would be a demon queen in the demon realm. Who knew that the demon king said that there would be a demon queen? I
Before he even had time to rejoice, he said that he would protect the Demon Queen well and take her home after the reunification in the future. I knew that that person was not me, but I was unwilling to give up, and I didn’t want to just give up like this...
…”
"Give up." Qingge turned her head and looked at the saint, "I don't want two women to serve one husband together, are you willing?"
The saint was speechless. After a moment, she lowered her head and laughed, "I also have my dignity. I can go through life and death for him, but I will never throw away my dignity. I have longed for one person for the rest of my life since I was a child.
I can't have three wives and four concubines, and compete with many other women for one man's favor."
Qing Ge raised his eyebrows, but he is also a man of integrity.
"If you were me, what would you do?" 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 do it for him..." Although the saint did not finish her words, it was self-evident.
Qingge's eyes were indifferent, and the coldness in her eyes was like steel needles piercing the saint's skin. She was half-dark and half-understood, and maybe she understood why the Demon King had a soft spot for him.
"If it were me, I would give up." Qingge said freely and casually.
The saint was stunned.
Women are sensual, and no matter how strong they are, they will be trapped in emotions and desires for half their lives, causing unspeakable misery.
It's a pity that poor people must be hateful.
Regardless of male or female, everyone's life should be in their own hands.
Her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes were like autumn water, she smiled vaguely while singing softly, her thin lips parted slightly, and she said: "Relationships that you have to beg for on your knees are meaningless, right? Your Highness the Saint, I admire you for waiting for someone for more than ten years, but you don't
If you are not moved, you can pursue your love, but you have ignored the parents who gave birth to you and raised you. Your mother worked hard to give birth to you, not to let you humble yourself in front of another man and beg for mercy."
"But..." The saint's brows were knotted.
He smiled softly and said calmly: "You can't force fate like this. You have to leave yourself a way out in everything. And people like me have always been cold-blooded. Even the person I love deeply, if he can't tolerate me in his eyes,
, I will also force myself to cut off my love. If he is willing to fight for me, not to mention ten thousand years, not to mention ten thousand years. Emotions are like a ship. One side pays for it, and one party carries too much power.
The boat will capsize. In fact, most people who are stubborn are simply unwilling to give up, or their hopes and expectations are too high. Because of this, when reality comes, they will fall even more miserably."
Qingge stood up, and the smiling pilgrim girl stretched out her hand, "Take a step back, and you will find that the sea and the sky are vast. It is not a bad thing to recruit a husband. Not only can the people who admire you go to the place of exile, but you may also find some rare things from them.
Where are the talents?"
The saint was helpless. She didn't expect that Qingge was still exploiting her at this moment, but she couldn't get angry.
Smiling bitterly, the saint looked at the hand placed in front of her in a trance. It was shiny white, with long fingers that were clearly defined and shiny like green jade. They were white, tender, and clean. The saint was lost in thought.
Yan, as if by chance, stretched out his hand and placed it in Qingge's palm.
Qing Ge firmly grasped it and lifted it inward, and the saint stood up.
"Life is short, enjoy the moment." Qingge put down her hand and said, "You have the ability to assist the Demon King. I don't want the Demon King to lose a strong arm because of the long love between children."
"Are you recognizing your love rival?" the saint said jokingly.
"Aren't there any love rivals who are brave and resourceful?" Qingge blinked her deep eyes.
The saint laughed, and after she finished laughing, she stopped and said, "I don't hate you either. Rather than letting another woman take the position of the Demon Queen, I would rather that person be you."
Qing Ge shrugged, and suddenly stared at the Saint with a creepy look, "Be honest, how many childhood sweethearts does the Demon King have?"
Saint: "..."
After coughing dryly, the saint looked up to the sky, counted her fingers, and said in a low voice: "Not many, just a dozen or so. All of them are stunningly beautiful. They are the most beautiful among people. When I have the opportunity, I will take you with me."
Go and see something.”
"Oh——" the word was prolonged by the soft singing, and the saint girl trembled.
The Saintess glanced at Qingge's fair face, her brain twitched, and she suddenly asked, "Miss Ye, do you know that I'm a good match?"
Singing quietly in silence.
She knew the meaning of the saint's words.
She is a petty and evil human being, while Ji Yue is a high-ranking demon king who will eventually be admired by thousands of people. It is wrong that she is not from the right family——
Qing Ge sneered and said, "If the Demon King is above ten thousand people, there will be no one in the world who is more suitable to stand by his side than me. If he is struggling in the mud, I will never leave him."
As long as Ji Yue doesn't give up on her, she will remain with her until death.
After saying that, Qingge stepped over the dead wood and left.