The Queen of the Return of the Tyrant Wants to Run Away from Marriage

Chapter 1 01 Destined to meet
On the wide flat ground, one after another corpses fell to the ground in a mess. The blood oozing from the body flowed all over the ground, turning black, turning red, seeping into the soil...

The hot sun makes people feel like they are in a stove, making the bloody smell more permeable and more unpleasant.

"Master Hou, the Eldest Young Master and the five candidates have been selected, and the others are down!"

The sound seemed to be very far away, so far away that it was a little ethereal and misty, like an illusion.

Na Lanqing's head was dizzy, she didn't know where she was, she just felt like she was being baked on the stove, her whole body was weak and painful, and she couldn't move.

"The losers are all killed and thrown into the mass grave!" A cold voice sounded, and the fiery temperature instantly cooled down.

They only felt that the bone-chilling coldness and the shadow of death shrouded them deeply, just because the unfathomable and moody man in front of them was their marquis, Nalan Ling.

"Master Hou, the second young master's aura seems to be getting weaker and weaker..."

"Pull it and bury it!"

There was no trace of warmth in Nalan Ling's cold eyes, but only indifference and boredom.

Perhaps, he doesn't care whether these children are still alive at all, what he cares about is just looking for an interesting thing for him to entertain.

Nalan Qing's drowsy head heard this cold voice that went deep into the soul, and his whole body trembled, waking up from half-drowsy.

The black eyes that were as deep as a secluded pool suddenly widened, startling the young man who came forward to collect the corpse to jump up, and sat down on the ground, screaming.

Like a corpse, Nalan Qing sat up slowly, with a bewildered expression, raised his hands, unable to recover for a long time.

She should have died, yes, world-weary suicide.

She is an arms dealer in the 21st century. She roams the battlefield and earns a lot of money. She is spurned by thousands of people and feared by thousands of people. She is courteous to all countries...

Such a woman is ridiculously weary of the world and commits suicide...Destroying that world and destroying herself at the same time...

"Hehehe... what is this?"

time travel?Rebirth?
What the hell is this?
Covering her face with bloody hands, Nalan Qing smiled strangely.

A pair of dead, empty eyes appeared between the blood-stained fingers. There was no emotion at all, and what was there was only evil and cold.

Nalanqing's gaze turned slightly, and he met an unfathomable gaze.

Immediately, the big eyes met the small eyes, the same coldness, the same wickedness, the same wildness, staring at each other coldly, neither willing to give in.

Nalan Ling's bored black eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly.

interesting!

When Nalanqing looked at Nalanling's cold and charming eyes, memories flooded his mind like a tide.

The owner of this body has the same name and surname as her, and is the 'bastard son' of Nalan Ling, Marquis of Wu'an.

The cold, cruel and evil man in front of him is the original owner's father, Marquis Wu'an who overshadows the sky in Huaguo!
"Master Hou, the second son is still alive, what should we do?" The servant looked at Nalan Qing's weird movements carefully, tilted his head, and asked softly.

Nalan Qing looked around, five blood-covered teenagers around her age were staring at her with doubts and puzzlement in their eyes.

Holding on to the painful body, his left hand was broken, Nalanqing frowned slightly, turned his hand back without changing his face, and the bones made dislocation sounds, which sounded like it was very painful.

Although the voice was small, it could clearly reach everyone's ears. Seeing her calm face without any pain, my heart was full of inquiry.

The second young master, who was timid and scared to death, seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, he couldn't feel the pain anymore?

Nalan Ling sat on the main seat, quietly watching the second son who was as timid as a mouse, looking at him playfully and thinking.

"The loser, kill!" Staring at Nalan Qing, Nalan Ling's tone was cold, and he didn't care that it was his second son who would determine life and death with one sentence.

Cold and ruthless, he sentenced her to death directly, without the slightest emotion.

Nalanqing stood up slowly from the ground, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, including old wounds and new wounds...

Standing upright proudly, exuding nobility and arrogance all over his body, his slightly pursed lips drew a cold arc, exactly the same as Nalan Ling.

"Isn't the selection of five people over yet?" Nalan Qing slowly scanned the surroundings, looked at the few people in the distance, and smiled faintly, but without any warmth.

Nalan Ling supported his head with one hand, looked at Nalan Qing coldly, and sneered faintly.

"so?"

Nalan Ling raised his eyebrows in interest, he had no impression of this concubine's second son at all, this son, how did he feel in his memory?
Facing Gang Lanling's scrutiny, Nalan Qing walked slowly among the five surviving people, and walked to one of them, his hand was like lightning, instantly piercing the heart of one of them.

With all his strength, he pulled out a beating red heart in his hand, raised his eyes and sneered at everyone, and squeezed his tender white hand...

Blood splattered everywhere, and her heart was crushed and exploded in her hands...

Nalan Luohao and the other three retreated one after another, staring at her vigilantly, frightened by this sudden and ruthless behavior, subconsciously took a few steps back and surrounded her.

Nalanqing stuck out his red tongue, licked the blood spattered on the corner of his lips, and smiled charmingly: "Father, look, there are exactly five people now, and the selection is over!"

Nalan Lingyou's delusional black eyes flashed a sinister and ghostly dark light, the corners of his lips curled up playfully, and he got up.

"Not bad!"

Leave a word, Nalan Ling left directly...

The boy and everyone else understood that the two young masters could survive if they fell into Lord Hou's eyes.

Nalanqing ignored everyone's gaze while sorting out the messy information in his mind.

The owner of this body seems to be about ten years old. Her biological mother deliberately raised her as a man in order to win favor. She is the second son of Marquis Wu An.

Cowardly and timid, he was scared to death in the Royal Colosseum.

Nalan Ling, Marquis of Wu'an, is so powerful that he regards the Royal Battle of Beasts as a place for him to play...but it is all his sons who fight to the death...

The original owner's father seemed to be a cold-blooded, ruthless and powerful man!

Unknowingly, she left the spot and walked outside...

After walking a few steps, she stopped, and stared coldly at a group of luxurious teenagers beating a boy or girl in the distance?

"Xiao Wu, you wear palace maid's clothes every day. Is it because the palace maid's clothes are very fragrant or do you want to become a woman?"

"His Royal Highness, look how beautiful he is in the maid's dress, little five maids, why don't you come over and serve His Royal Highness soon?" After finishing speaking, the son of a certain family kicked him over, "Didn't you hear me talking to you?" ?hurry up!"

"Yes, yes!" The thin body got up, and quickly bent down to please.

"Fourth, why are you angry, the son of a lowly criminal slave is also of royal blood..."

"That's the kindness of the father, otherwise how can the son of a sinful slave be ranked as the prince?"

There was laughter all around, the boy was pushed to the ground, punched, kicked, spit, stripped off his clothes... Amidst the contempt, cursing and ridicule, the boy kept silent.

Nalan Qing glanced coldly, as a theatergoer, she didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

But for some reason, after everyone left, she came to the boy's side, took out a dagger from her bosom and threw it in front of the boy.

"For you, either commit suicide or kill others!"

The light and fluttering voice was cold and penetrating. It should have made people terrified, but to the young man, it was like a breeze blowing by.

The young man raised his head and met Nalan Qing who was covered in blood and couldn't see his face clearly. A demonic light flashed in his calm and dead eyes, and quickly disappeared in his eyes.

The body trembled slightly, curled up slightly, and humbly crouched down.

But it was the demonic light in his eyes that aroused Nalanqing's interest, he grabbed his neck and brought him in front of him, looking at him with a cold gaze, "Do you hate?"

The young man was a little afraid to meet Nalan Qing's gaze, not daring to look at each other.

Lifting the boy's chin with the other hand, Nalan Qing slightly exerted his hand and asked again: "Do you hate?"

The words that were supposed to be cold and cold, but to the boy's dead heart, it seemed that a beam of warmth shot into his dark and dull heart.

As long as he has this warmth, he will no longer be afraid of anything.

The young man's beautiful eyes were full of tears. For the first time, he presented his fragility and pain in front of a stranger. While nodding his head, tears rolled down his face...but he was absolutely beautiful, unparalleled in beauty.

Especially his eyes, as black as ink, like the thickest ink in the world, which cannot be melted or washed away...

At a young age, full of elegance and beauty, there is a faint appearance of bewitching people.

People with this kind of appearance are destined to be miserable all their lives, and things that are too beautiful and too fragile will often only become the playthings of the strong.

Reaching out to wipe the tears from his eyes, Nalanqing let go of him, and put the dagger in his palm, "Your appearance is destined to make you miserable all your life, either you are so strong that you can kill the world, or you can destroy this piece of paper. Bear the pain in your face, waiting for the day when you become stronger!"

After saying this, Nalan Qing left.

She is not interested in helping others, but a relatively unique existence has aroused her interest, just, just a little bit of interest.

Whether it is life or death, it has nothing to do with her.

The young man sitting alone on the ground listened to Nalan Qing's words, his beautiful eyes seemed to be shining brightly, which was the desire for strength.

Holding the dagger that Nalanqing gave him, gently stroking... raising his hand, aiming at his face...

swipe hard...

A deep and deep wound appeared on his face, but the young man seemed to be unable to feel the pain, instead he smiled eeriely.

The boy's eyes were pure, but there was a distorted and evil smile on his face, "It hurts..."

Because of the pain, he will never forget it.

Under the scorching sun, the young man's face was covered with blood, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a strange arc. That bloody face gave people an inexplicable sense of brutal beauty.

Standing up with the dagger in his arms, the young man walked towards the dark and dilapidated yard, in a deserted corner, he closed his eyes with the dagger in his arms, and rested...

Let the blood drip, let the wound on his face continue to worsen, the blood on the boy's body is getting more and more...

While beautiful and enchanting, it also looks more terrifying and bloody.

Also twisted and permeated.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy's eyes opened, and a strange red flashed across them.

Reach out, look down at your hands...

spooky, spooky

No one would have imagined that this meeting is not just a meeting, but also the beginning of waves in this world.

The second cycle of blood and death...

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　　This article is the prequel of Concubine Sha, which is the story of Sister Qing. Anyone who has seen Concubine Moonlight knows the character of Sister Qing, so I won’t say whether they are strong women or strong men.

　　
　
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