Devil's Concubine

Chapter 123: The Love of the Night (5)
Qin Shurong has always been a tolerant person, he lives alone and lonely, no one really understands him, not in Molong country, not in Qin country, even less, he is a marginal person living in a place without sunshine, It is precisely because of this that he forced himself to live more wonderfully and stronger than anyone else.

15 years is neither long nor short, but how many 15 years can a person spend in his life?
15 years is enough to make a genius or a mediocre person. How to choose between a genius and a mediocre person is only a matter of thought.

Back then, when he first came to Molong Kingdom, he once gave up on himself and complained about the injustice of his fate, but complaining could not change his fate at all, but his powerful self, the force and wisdom that swept away everything could.

This is the root cause of Qin Shurong's transformation.

Because Qin Shurong knew that if he was not strong enough, he would die in Molong Kingdom sooner or later, and if he was not strong, he would be abandoned by Qin Kingdom sooner or later.

He is not the only one, all he has to do is to become the only one, indispensable!
Qin Shurong had never said these words to others, maybe he didn't need to say them, or maybe he didn't find the right person to say them.But no matter what, the repressed emotion in his heart has been accumulated for too long. If he is not crazy, he will become a demon.

Yao Yaozi listened carefully, without giving any answer to this question, he asked slowly: "Qin Shurong, is the Wushuang Token in your hands?"

Qin Shurong didn't show any unexpected expression, he smiled slightly and shook his head slightly: "I don't know."

He didn't say he wasn't there, but that he didn't know.

Yaoluo didn't know what these words meant, but now and here were clearly not the time to think about these issues. As Qin Shurong's defeated general, Qin Shurong needed only one hand to kill him.

Life is hanging by a thread, thinking about anything is futile.

With another chuckle, Qin Shurong asked, "Is there anything else I want to ask?"

Enchanting lowered her head, dejectedly, then shook her head.

Qin Shurong raised his hand slightly, his enchanting heart froze, thinking that he was going to kill him, and there was despair in his eyes, but Qin Shurong just waved his hand: "You go, I won't kill you."

A faint sentence, without any emotion, Yaoluo thought that she had heard it wrong, and she couldn't believe it: "Why?"

"No reason."

"Do you think that if you don't kill me, I will be grateful to you? Absolutely not. One day, when I can kill you, I will definitely kill you without hesitation instead of letting you go. "The enchanting voice is absolutely ruthless.

Qin Shurong didn't take his threat seriously, and smiled gently: "I won't kill you, there is no other reason, just because, you won't survive tonight, so I don't need to kill you."

Enchanting doesn't believe it: "Then we'll see."

Yaoluo didn't know what Qin Shurong was thinking, but he didn't want to die, and he didn't dare to stay here. The figure rose into the sky and left quickly.

Qin Shurong didn't even look at Yaoluo, and turned back to the room.

What happened tonight left too much shock in Yaoluo's heart. He thought that killing Qin Shurong was like killing a chicken, but he didn't expect that he was completely suppressed and had no power to resist.

With three moves, Qin Shurong only made three moves, and he was completely defeated, without any thought of resistance.

While running, Yaoluo felt a chill in his heart. He knew what such powerful force meant. Once Qin Shurong left Molong Kingdom, no one could stop him.

"Escape, the farther you can escape, the better. You must not die, at least, you cannot die in Mingyue City." Escaping for life was the only thought in Yaoluo's mind.

But soon, Yaoluo realized that he couldn't escape, and he finally understood why Qin Shurong said that he wouldn't survive tonight.

It wasn't a threat, it wasn't intimidation, and it wasn't scaremongering. Although his injuries were serious, he could fully recover after a period of recuperation. The reason why he couldn't survive tonight was because someone else wanted to kill him.

Standing in front of him was a man in green clothes. This man was dressed in green clothes, which could not be said to be very luxurious, but the golden python pattern totems on his clothes gave people a kind of silent oppression.

It seems that this is an emperor, aloof and invincible.

Forcibly suppressing the throbbing in her heart, she asked enchantingly, "Who are you?"

"The one who killed you." The man in Tsing Yi sneered coldly. After finishing his sentence, he raised his hand and swung his sword, slanting towards Yao Luo.

He uses a sword, and enchanting also uses a sword.

Yaoluo didn't believe that this person could kill herself, and he didn't want to die either.

Almost as soon as the man in Tsing Yi swung his sword, the sword in his hand was faster and wiped towards the man in Tsing Yi's neck.

Two white sword lights flashed, and immediately, there was silence around, as if the air was all condensed together, so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

The sword light rises and falls suddenly, the figure of the man in Tsing Yi flashes, and a faint shadow flashes across, as if it has never appeared before, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Enchanting eyes widened, looking at the leaving back of the man in Tsing Yi in disbelief, his left hand slowly raised, and touched his neck, the neck was cold, as cold as the sword held in his right hand, cold There is no trace of anger.

The wind blew past, and the faint smell of blood blew to the whole city with the wind, and it also blew away the last trace of warmth from Yaoluo's body.

"Gollum...gollum..."

A few breaths escaped from the enchanting throat. On the white neck, a thin sword mark suddenly became obvious, and traces of blood emerged from the sword mark.

There was more and more blood, and the wound was torn deeper and deeper, and the bone could be seen deep.

The last drop of blood was drained, and with a bang, the enchanting body fell straight on the roof, smashing the tiles, smashing the hanging beams, and throwing up a cloud of dust on the ground.

He died, a sword, a sword that was as fast as peerless, a sword destroyed all his will, and also took his life.

At the same time, in that unknown small courtyard, by the side of the candlelight, Qin Shurong's slender fingers slowly brushed across the flames, extinguished the flames, and said word by word: "Killer, Qi Yifeng!"

(End of this chapter)