The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 5 Get out! ! !

Chapter 5 Get out! ! !
Feng Ling's heart beat like a drum. Of course, it wasn't because of her heartbeat, but because she was afraid that the male protagonist would kill her with a sword.

The way she smiled became more and more like Feng Qianqian, and that warm look in her eyes made Nanchang's heart beat more and more.

Feng Ling tried her best to imitate the heroine's speaking manner. The male protagonist now only loves the female protagonist, so she can only find a way out from the female protagonist.

Fortunately, they look exactly the same, and she can imitate the heroine's expression, at least to a 70-80% similarity.

The more Nanchang was stared at by such eyes, he was a little confused for a moment. He couldn't tell the truth from the false, and he didn't understand whether she really had amnesia or was pretending to be stupid.

Nanchang stared at her with sharp eyes for a while, and he realized that the woman in front of him didn't seem to be lying.
The joy that filled his brows could not be concealed. He let go of his hand impatiently, and couldn't help but wonder.

Do you really not remember anything at all?

What about the affection in the eyes?

He knew very well that he and her only had a one-time relationship on the day of their marriage. How could she fall in love with him so much?
What kind of trick is this woman playing?
Nanchang Yue's mood became a little bad. He never liked anything that was out of his control.

What's more, he only likes Feng Qianqian in his heart, and no one else can make him feel the slightest pity.

Nanchang Yue's eyes became profound, and an indescribable murderous intention surged in his heart.

Feng Ling didn't seem to notice the deep killing intent. She smiled and raised her eyes, as if she had unconsciously closed the distance to him.

"Well I don't remember your name, can you tell me?"

Nanchang Yue remained silent. Feng Ling asked persistently,

"They all call you Demon King, so should I call you that too?"

She thought for a moment and then said, "However, there is only one word difference between husband and devil. What do you think?"

Her voice was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but it could not soothe Nanchang Yue's inner irritability.

Suddenly, he recalled his first encounter with Feng Qianqian.

At that time, she walked over to chat with him so boldly, like a piece of sticky candy that couldn't be shaken off.

Nanchang Yue clearly remembered the conversation they had when they first met. Those words echoed in his mind as if it was yesterday.

"You are such a strange person. It's so difficult to communicate with you."

"Forget it, they all call you Ah Yue, so I'll call you Ah Yue too."

"But wouldn't this be too intimate? It doesn't matter if you think about it. The name is just a code name anyway. Use it as convenient."

When did it start to look so similar?

Nanchang Yue began to notice every subtle movement of this woman, which was exactly the same as Feng Qianqian's behavior, making him unable to ignore it.

An inexplicable murderous intention emerged in his heart, and he slowly raised his hand, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

However, at the moment he was about to take action, Feng Ling suddenly coughed, and her body swayed gently like a reed blown by the wind.

She unconsciously put her hand on Na Changyue's palm, as if asking for help.

Nanchang Yue's movements were interrupted by this sudden touch. It was the first time that he felt someone so close to him. Stop and feel the warmth of her palms.

"Sir, why are your hands so cold?" Feng Ling asked with an expression similar to Feng Qianqian's, moving forward cautiously, her voice full of concern.

Nanchang stared at her more and more, the ant-like human being seemed so insignificant in front of his powerful power.

However, he was a little surprised by her proximity and concern. Even his beloved Feng Qianqian had never shown such trust to him.

She gently pressed her face against his palm, as if conveying warmth and trust to him.

Nanchang was more surprised by this feeling of closeness and trust.

In this cruel world of cultivation, even Taoist couples who practice together may not be able to achieve this level of intimacy.

Nanchang Yue never thought that this woman who had lost her memory would be so naive and choose to trust someone who could easily take her life. Looking at her slender neck, he almost couldn't help but strangle her. However, he eventually took his hand back.

For Nanchang Yue, there was no sense of accomplishment in killing an unarmed woman. Moreover, this so-called substitute also has her uses.

Her smile was surprisingly similar to Feng Qianqian's.

After Nanchang Yue left, Feng Ling finally relaxed.

Although this man was elusive, she believed that as long as she used the right method, she would be able to open up his defenses. If only because of her face, she was worth a try.

Feng Ling's injury recovered quickly, and she will start the mission mode next.

After careful consideration, she understood that it was difficult for a strong and paranoid person like Na Changyue to trust unfamiliar people.

Any sign of strength may trigger his vigilance and defense, and even lead him to choose to kill her.

To deal with such a person, you need to penetrate his life in a gentle and proactive way to gain his affection and trust.

Of course, this kind of initiative must be moderate, otherwise once he feels impatient, he may attack her again.

Therefore, she decided to imitate the strategy that the original heroine had used, attacking in a gentle way, but at the same time, she had to be innovative and not completely copy the original heroine's behavior, otherwise he might mistake her for a substitute.

Now that she has made up her mind, she will start to improve her sense of presence.

In the morning a few days later, Feng Ling's wounds had basically healed.

In the bedroom, Feng Ling put on a bright red dress, which she imitated the heroine's outfit. After getting dressed, she walked to the kitchen, picked up a bowl of Jade Snow Lotus Seed Soup, and walked towards the Demon Lord's main palace.

In order to find a reason to meet, she specially brought lotus seed soup as a gift.

Sure enough, when she tried to enter the main hall, she was stopped by the demon guard guarding the door. Since she couldn't get in, Feng Ling could only find a way to let the devil out.

So, Nanchang Yue, who was staring at the scroll in the main hall, heard noisy sounds coming from outside.

"Why can't I go in?"

"I'm here to see the Demon King. Is he inside?"

.........

"Do you mean you are here by not speaking?"

.........

When no one responded, she simply chatted with the demon guard outside the palace.

However, she was the only one speaking. The demon guards stood firm and did not even look at her.

Nanchang became more and more upset by her chattering, it was too noisy.

She kept shouting "Demon Lord, Demon Lord..."

Finally, Nanchang couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the palace door with a heavy palm, breaking it into pieces. "Who asked you to come here?"

he asked coldly.