The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Nangong Chen's eyes were empty, his feet could not move half a point, and his mind was blank.

The woman turned pale with fright, rushed out of the hall, passed Nangong Chen, and ran out of the gate desperately.

The entourage at the door saw a crazy woman rushing out, and was shocked. Could it be that something happened to His Highness?

"Your Highness, Your Highness." The entourage rushed into the gate immediately and called twice.

"Grab, grab that woman, quick, quick..." Nangong Chen fell to the ground, his face pale, panting in horror.

The two attendants immediately went after the woman, and the other two quickly helped Nangong Chen up.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, are you injured, do you want to call the imperial physician?" the attendant asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm okay, hurry up, go and grab that woman..." Nangong Chen said incoherently.

"Suifeng and the others have already gone after him, please rest assured, Your Highness."

After tossing for a while, the crazy woman was caught just now, and the crazy woman was tied up and supported by two guards.

After closing the gate, the attendant lit a torch, which immediately illuminated the palace.

"You, who are you?" The woman shrank back in horror.

"Is it true what you said just now?" Nangong Chen's eyes were red, and his gloomy and cold voice overflowed, like a demon from hell.

"Are you her son?" The woman's legs trembled in fright, and she fell to the ground. The face in front of her was very familiar, very similar to that bitch.

The followers who had been with Nangong Chen for ten years were also frightened. Sometimes His Highness is cold-blooded and iron-blooded, but never as scary as now, those eyes can kill people.

"Is what you just said true?" Nangong Chen took a step closer, squatted down, and looked at the woman with red eyes.

"I, I was talking nonsense, I was already crazy, I was talking nonsense, I was driven crazy in the cold palace..." The woman was so frightened that she collapsed, her old face turned pale, and she said crazily.

"Pretending to be crazy? Looks like I'm going to use torture." Nangong Chen pulled out a dagger and stabbed it on the back of the woman's hand without warning.

"Ah!" The woman trembled all over, and her shrill voice broke the silence of the night, making her hair stand on end.

The guards and entourage shuddered. The current Highness is terrible, and he will torture a woman who is powerless.

"Don't say it? That's true." Nangong Chen's eyes were full of hatred, and he almost wanted to crush the dagger. Even if he killed this woman, he couldn't relieve the hatred and pain in his heart.

"No, no, I'm talking nonsense, I'm already crazy, crazy..." The woman shook her head violently, with tears streaming from her eyes, and said in horror.

"Where is she now? Which cold palace is she in?" Nan Gongchen pulled out the dagger, aimed at the woman's other hand, and asked word by word.

"Who? I don't know, I don't know anything, I'm crazy, don't force me, crazy..."

"You know, where is she?!" Nangong Chen roared, his handsome face was a little distorted, reflecting a bit of monster and cruelty, and the dagger stabbed fiercely on the back of the woman's hand.

"Ah!" The woman shivered in pain and screamed, her hands were covered with blood.

The shrill cry almost pierced the eardrums, and the attendants couldn't stand it any longer. This unkempt crazy woman was already scary enough, but she screamed like a ghost.

"How is she? Where is she?!" Nangong Chen threw the dagger and grabbed the woman's neck fiercely, his eyes full of evil and cruelty.