Dragon King's Abandoned Concubine

Thinking of the sweet years with Qingcheng on the Wangchen Cliff in Buzhou Mountain, in the memory, Qingcheng's warm smile is like a sharp sword, piercing her to pieces...

33 In Chongtian, it has been a long time since General Vulcan rescued Jiaolang, and the little eel guarded him by Jiaolang's side.

General Vulcan looked at the little eel and sighed: "Jiao Lang didn't take care of himself, and this bloodletting to save Long Jiu'er's life was wrong. The ghost-faced gods in hell and His Majesty Pluto hoped that Jiao Lang would die from now on. You can go to hell to do some official position, and share their work."

"Hell is too busy, but there are not enough manpower, so this time we are robbing people with Ghost-Mask God and His Majesty Mingjun. Someone must keep shouting his name beside Jiao Lang, otherwise he is very likely to be killed by Ghost-Mask God and Mingjun." Be summoned. If this is the case, Long Jiu'er will not be able to survive." General Vulcan turned and left from the Vulcan Temple after speaking.

Only Xiao Eel was left alone, shouting in Jiao Lang's ear, "Brother Jiao Lang, Brother Jiao Lang."

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After a long period of time, Little Eel didn't return to the Liuli Palace, and as autumn grew stronger, Long Jiu'er's body seemed to be getting weaker day by day. When Qingcheng saw her that day, she was standing in the pavilion, as if she was in the pavilion. As if thinking about something, she looked blankly into the distance.

"Long...Jiu'er." Qingcheng hesitated for a while, and finally called out her name, Long Jiuer, as if this name had long been integrated into his flesh and blood deep in his memory, and could never be separated again.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King." Long Jiu'er saluted obediently, and prostrated herself at Qingcheng's feet. The indifferent and alienated look on her face was like the morning mist covering the East China Sea, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

"You don't have to worship me like this. After all, you are still Mocheng's wife, so there is no need to give me such a big gift." Qingcheng stepped forward to help her up, but it was not because she was Mocheng's wife, it was because he really didn't like her. Watch her worship him.

Long Jiu'er shrank back, not letting Qingcheng help her, Qingcheng looked at her frightened look, finally sighed, and turned around: "Don't worry, this king won't touch you, you get up by yourself. "Qingcheng's compromising appearance made Long Jiu'er's heart tremble, and she still got up slowly.

Maybe it was late autumn, and a hurricane under the sea was coming. Long Jiuer suddenly felt that the sea water was very cold, so cold that she could hardly bear it. She stood up staggeringly and supported the crystal pillar in the pavilion, watching Looking at the Qingcheng in front of him.

His back seems to be very lonely. I don't know how long it has been. Long Jiu'er feels that she hasn't looked at Qingcheng's back so quietly for a long time. Now there is an inexplicable hostility around him, which makes her feel scared. I'm afraid, maybe it's because he doesn't know her anymore, Long Jiu'er thought to himself.

So she turned her face away not to look at his back.

The sunlight that shot from the surface of the sea into the bottom of the sea was like gold every inch, but it was also like an arrow every inch, which hurt her eyes severely. She lifted the corner of her skirt and wanted to walk, but found that she couldn't move at all.

She pulled her foot off the ground with all her might, but saw blood clinging together on the ground, scarlet blood beads, drop by drop along the bottom of her feet, dripping non-stop, making a ticking sound.

She felt very tired, as if someone was tearing her muscles and bones desperately, and her whole body was in constant pain.At the last moment before she passed out, she saw Qingcheng's anxious face.

Will he still worry about himself in the end?Would he care about her even if he had no memory of the past?Long Jiu'er closed his eyes tiredly, and the last thing he saw was a dazzling bright red.

It was her blood, Yulong's blood, which dyed the bottom of the sea red. She thought, if she was going to die this time, let her pour into Qingcheng's arms, let her soul remember the warmth in his arms, and then Leaving this heart-wrenching place forever with no regrets...

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