Feng Ao Jiutian: the Dark Demon Concubine Fights the Evil King

If even the sky is blocking her from getting closer to him, then what's the point of being a god? She is a god in heaven, but he is a king in hell. Who messed up whose world, and who lost his heart first? If their love is destined to be unacceptable to the world, then she has no choice but to go against fate. Mo Shaoqian stroked Feng Qingcheng's red hair with trembling fingertips, and his eyes were gradually covered by a layer of white mist. He said in a trembling voice: "Why, why." Feng Qingcheng curled her lips and smiled, with a smile as bright as a flower: "For you, even if I am killed by everyone in the world, so what? It's just a demon."