The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The next day, the snow stopped, and the fortress was completely covered in silver.

At the end of December, the end of the year, this year's winter seems to be extraordinarily cold. It is only the beginning of winter, and it has already been covered with a thick layer of snow.

Wu Xin and Luo Yi Cai Yi waited in front of the Nether Palace at dawn.

It wasn't until the sky was completely bright that Qiong Ying came out, followed by Ye Chen.

"Master." Wu Xin said lightly, with a little warmth in his eyes, as if the winter is not so cold.

"My lord." Luo Yicaiyi bowed his head and saluted respectfully.

After exiting the Nether Palace and heading towards the gate of the fortress, a series of scattered footprints fell on the snow.

The young man came from the east, dressed in fiery red, and looked extraordinarily eye-catching and enchanting on the white snow.

"Where are you going?" Qing Jun looked at her, his long and narrow eyes slightly curved, very bright.

"Why did you come out?" Qiong Ying also looked at him with a faint smile on his lips.

"I'm here to look for you, do you want to go out?" Qing Jun asked relentlessly, she took many people with her, but she didn't bring him.

"Go and solve some trivial matters." Qiong Ying hooked her lips mysteriously.

"Trivia? I'm going too." He looked at her unblinkingly, with a bit of stubbornness and anticipation, as if he was waiting for her decision.

"Okay." Qiongying smiled lightly.

Qing Jun bent his lips and smiled, his eyes were shining brightly, coupled with that fiery red dress, it seemed that even the sky and the earth would lose their color, and would be burned by such a color.

Qiongying's smile subsided, her phoenix eyes were silent and bottomless, there was only endless black in her pupils, no color could be reflected.

"What's wrong?" Qingjun's heart tightened, he felt her change, not angry, not happy, not indifferent, not clear what it was, it seemed to be sad?

"Let's go." Qiongying said lightly, took a step, and walked away.

Qingjun was stunned, and walked side by side with her silently. What exactly is he in her heart?What she saw just now was the real him, but she didn't seem to like him.

After leaving the fortress, there are continuous snow peaks, and the snow on the branches almost breaks the branches.

"Do you like snow?" Qing Jun asked suddenly, she was always neither surprised nor happy, what could be worthy of her attention?

"I don't know." Qiongying was silent for a while, then said lightly.

Qingjun's expression was gloomy, it turned out that even she herself didn't know, maybe it's better not to know, maybe one day she will like it.

"It seems to be very cold this year." Qing Jun said quietly, I don't know if it's because of being on the mountain, or his illusion.

"Qingjun, are you afraid of the cold?" Qiongying asked suddenly.

"Huh? Don't be afraid, I like snow." He likes extreme colors, such as icy white and voluptuous red. This is him, the unique Qingjun.

Qiongying was silent, looking at the distant sky, she walked in the front, no one could see the expression in her eyes.

The first time she saw Qingjun, she knew that he was not her younger brother Lingjun. With wolf-like ruthless eyes, she seemed to see her former self.

Almost the same appearance as Ling Jun, but with her heart.

Qingjun loves power, is good at planning, and is scheming. Qingjun is the manjushahua on the road of fire, coquettish and warm, brilliant and cold.

Legend has it that the red manjusawa will carry the memories of the previous life, but Lingjun is not Manjusawa. Lingjun likes snow but is afraid of the cold.