The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Dongfang Lie's eyes froze. He didn't pay much attention to the girl just now, thinking it was just an ordinary rich lady making trouble. Now that he looked carefully, he couldn't detect the girl's aura.

"Father, what's going on?" Jing Ao looked at Dongfang Lie, it would definitely be of no benefit to have a grudge against Han Yueqiongying.

"I've never seen you before, who are you?" Dongfang Lie's inquiring eyes fell on Qiongying, as if he wanted to see through Qiongying.

"Hehe." Qiongying chuckled twice, and slowly took off her veil.

Everyone watched Qiongying closely, for fear of missing something, as if it took a long time to take off the veil, and they hadn't seen the appearance under the veil for a long time.

Jing Ao and Nan Gongchen were even more shocked, as if they were not even breathing, they were curious about the appearance under the veil not for a day or two.

At the moment when the black veil was completely lowered, it seemed that even the wind had stopped.

Her red lips are weeping blood, her phoenix eyes are deep, her long eyebrows are drawn into her temples, there is a smear of ice between her eyebrows that cannot be melted away, and there is a half-finger long scar on the left side of her face, which seems to have been burned, which is particularly shocking on her snow-white skin. Grim and sinister.

Unfortunately, most people were either standing directly opposite her or on the left.

In just a split second, everyone's eyes changed several times, curious, nervous, astonished, shocked, and finally frozen in shock.

She is like a little queen, sitting gracefully and lazily, and her gestures are dignified and calm. Even the flaws on the left side of her face can't hide her peerless, glamorous, unparalleled in the world.

It seemed that even the air had condensed, and the breath was holding.

Jing Ao's eyes narrowed slightly, no wonder she wore a veil, not because of disfigurement, but because she gave people too strong a sense of shock.

The most shocking thing is the red lips, which seem to be weeping blood, there is no scarier red than the red lips, and the pair of eyes that seem to see everything, the ancient well is calm and bottomless.

Nangong Chen's gaze froze, and he couldn't help but feel suffocated, perhaps because of shock, perhaps because of nervousness, or inexplicable loss, or even heartache...

Dongfang Lie's vicious eyes sized up Qiong Ying, she was just a girl.

But he had never seen such an imposing and mysterious girl, and he only thought of two possibilities, the princess of a certain country, and the woman of a hermit clan.

"Sister, don't you want to ask a question?" Qing Jun blinked his eyes curiously, and asked with curved lips, breaking the silent atmosphere.

"I don't know if you still recognize me?" Qiongying glanced at the Dongfang family members lightly, and finally settled on Dongfang Lie.

"It's ridiculous, I've never seen you before, who are you?" Dongfang said sharply, this girl is so calm?

Suddenly, with a snap, Zi Ling fell down on the snow, her face was pale, her eyes were full of panic, she looked at Qiong Ying, her lips trembled, she opened her mouth, unable to utter a word.

"Ling'er, what's the matter?" Li was so frightened that she didn't even have the strength to pull Ziling up.

"Am I scary?" Qiongying looked at Ziling and chuckled twice.

Zi Ling was trembling all over, her eyes were full of horror, her little face was bloodless, that scar, she remembered, was scalded by her with the fire.

"...Fifth, fifth sister."

The voice was very faint, with endless fear, but it was probably too quiet for everyone to hear.

One word stirred up thousands of waves, everyone's expression changed, as if struck by lightning, either Zi Ling was talking nonsense, or they heard it wrong.

The air condensed again, and the temperature dropped again and again.