The saint's face became very strange. Obviously, it was wrong to say these words from Qingge's mouth.
The bright moon shines faintly in the wet land.
The saint looked at Qingge's firm and hard side face outline, and felt melancholy.
In fact, in terms of beauty, she is even more amazing than Qingge. She is tall and sexy, has a delicate face, and has a few traces of innocence and charm. She can be said to be a beautiful beauty who is fascinating to the whole country, especially her demon king.
The infatuation is even more famous...
The Saint Miss doesn't understand why she lost to Ye Qingge, and where did she lose?
So the saint didn't think about it anymore. She bent her legs, supported her elbows on her knees, held her warm palms with her face, and looked at the beautiful and intoxicating scenery under the night with a deep and confused look.
There was sadness in my eyes.
As if she sighed, she said lightly: "Do you know, I am a childhood sweetheart with the demon king, but he is indifferent by nature, but he is moody and unstable, which makes me moved. It was the time when he was in powering the demons on the battlefield,
I think that only such a man is worthy of me. After that, I became his subordinate, fought for him, seized countless territory and killed countless enemies. I thought I was worthy of him.
But for so many years, he had never looked at me directly. Later, Xun Wuqing rebelled, and countless casualties were killed and injured. The demon king was chased and the nine kings were imprisoned. I bypassed my life because of my father. Others, dead,
Surrender. In the past twenty years, countless people have been asking for marriage, but I don’t want to marry. I am paranoid that the demon king will not die. How can such an excellent person die if he dies?
”
The saint's voice was three parts sad and seven parts stubborn. Qingge's face was indifferent, and she was quietly a listener.
"When I learned that the Demon King was back, I was overjoyed. I thought I could see the moon clear. I ignored my father's anger and went to him to help him clear his relationship and let his former subordinates follow him. I thought,
He must be mine.”
The saint smiled bitterly and said, "Some time ago, I, Jiujun and the Demon King, were drinking. Jiujun tentatively said that I don't know if there will be a demon queen in the Demon Realm. Who knew that the Demon King said that there will be a demon queen, I
Before he could even get happy, he said that he would protect the demon queen well and take her home after the great unification in the future. I knew that the person was not me, but I was unwilling to give up and didn't want to give up like this...
…”
"Give up." Qingge turned his 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 being blocked. After a moment, she lowered her head and laughed, "I also have my dignity. I can live and die for him, but I will never abandon my dignity. I have longed for a pair of people for a lifetime,
I can't do it if I have three wives and four concubines, and I have snatched a man's favor with many women."
Qingge raised his eyebrows, and he was also a kind and honest person.
"If you were me, what would you do?" asked the Saint.
"oh?"
"I mean, if you fall in love with an impossible man, you will wait for him for so many years and for him..." Although the Saint did not continue to say anything, it goes without saying.
Qingge's eyes were indifferent, and the coldness in her eyes pierced the saint's skin like a steel needle. She was half confused and half understood, perhaps because she understood why the demon king had a special liking for him.
"If it were me, I would give up." Qingge said freely.
The saint was shocked.
A woman is emotional. No matter how self-reliant a woman is, she will fall into emotions and desires for half her life, and she will suffer indescribably.
Unfortunately, a pitiful person must have something hateful.
Regardless of men and women, everyone's life should be in their own hands.
The face is like peach blossoms, the eyes are like autumn water, and the singing smiles irrelevantly, and the thin lips are opened, saying, "The feelings I begged for are meaningless, right? His Highness, I admire you for waiting for someone for more than ten years, but
If you are not moved, you can pursue your love, but you ignore the parents who gave birth to you and raised you. Your mother has worked hard to give birth to you, not to let you beg for mercy in front of another man.”
"But..." The saint had a knot on his brow.
Qingge smiled and said quietly: "Fate is a part that cannot be forced, and you must leave a way out for yourself in everything. People like me have always been cold-blooded. Even if I am the one I love deeply, if he can't stand me in his eyes
, I will also force myself to cut off my love thread. If he is willing to do so for me, not to mention more than ten years, ten thousand years will be unwilling to do so. Feelings are like a ship, one side pays, one side bears too much power,
It will capsize. In fact, most people are stubborn and unwilling to accept it or have too high hopes. Because of this, when reality comes, they will fall even worse."
Qingge stood up, and the smiling pilgrim stretched out his hand, "Take a step back, you will find that the vast sky is vast, and recruiting husbands is not a bad thing. Not only can people who admire you go to the exile place, but you may find some rare things from it.
What about the talents you get?"
The saint was helpless, but she didn't expect Qingge to exploit her at this time, but she couldn't get angry.
Smiling bitterly, the saint looked at the hand in front of her in a daze, with white and clear fingers, like green onion jade, white and tender, clean, the saint's thoughts
Yan, he stretched out his hand like a devil and placed it in Qingge's palm.
Qingge held it hard and lifted it inward, and the saint stood up.
"Life is short, enjoy it in time." Qingge put down his hand and said, "You have the ability to assist the Demon King. I don't want to make the Demon King lose a strong arm because of the long love between children."
"Are you recognizing your rival?" the saint said jokingly.
"Are there no rivals in love who are brave and resourceful?" Qingge blinked his deep eyes.
The saint laughed loudly, and after laughing, he stopped, "I don't hate you either. Instead of letting other women take the position of demon queen, I hope that person is you."
Qingge shrugged and suddenly stared at the saint with a creepy look, "I honestly explain how many childhood sweethearts the Demon King still has."
Saint: "…"
After a dry cough, the saint looked at the sky, counted his fingers, and said silly: "Not many, just a dozen, all of them are all beautiful, and they are the phoenix among people. When you have the chance, I will definitely take you.
Go and see what you see.”
The word "Oh--" was dragged by Qingge, and the saint's body trembled.
The saint glanced at Qingge's fair face, twitched his mind, and suddenly asked, "Miss Ye, do you know that the family is a good match?"
Qingge silently.
She knows the meaning of the Saint's Word.
She is a clown-like human, Ji Yue is a demon king who will be admired by thousands of people. She is not a good match.
Qingge sneered and said, "If the demon king is above ten thousand people, under the world, there will be no one more suitable to stand beside him than me. If he is struggling in the mud, I will never leave him."
As long as Ji Yue does not give up on her, the blue sky will never stop until death.
After saying that, Qingge stepped over the dead tree and left slowly. (To be continued)