The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"I'm going to kill you!" Jing Hao gripped the handle of the knife tightly in grief and anger, and rushed over desperately.

Caiyi wanted to step forward to stop her, but Qiongying waved her hand to let Caiyi back down.

The tip of the knife with a cold light pierced through the air, snowflakes, full of grief and indignation, distraught.

Qiongying stood quietly, looking at the little figure rushing over without any surprise or anger.

Jing Hao's eyes were full of hatred. When he met those deep phoenix eyes, he hesitated for a moment. Those eyes were bottomless, mysterious and bewildering. He was very familiar with them, but he would never understand them.

The tip of the knife stopped just a foot away from the shadow of the sky, trembling slightly, it was so heavy that he could hardly hold it steadily.

Hatred, struggle, and hesitation filled his nerves, and the eyes of hatred reflected a strange face, why those mysterious eyes?

"...Who are you?" Jing Hao asked hoarsely, trembling slightly, was it a dream?

Snow fell between the two of them, blurring the appearance in front of them, hazy, but not a dream.

"Who are you? I will kill you!" Jing Hao roared, clutching the handle of the knife tightly, but couldn't move or stab.

Qiongying remained silent, stretched out her hand, clamped the blade with her slender fingers, squeezed it lightly, and with a light click, the knife shattered into pieces, scattered on the ground like ice and snow.

"Why did you kill my parents?! I want to kill you!" Jing Hao's eyes were red, and the pieces on the ground were like his broken heart.

"You can't kill me now." Qiongying said lightly.

"No! I will definitely kill you!" Jing Hao roared hoarsely, and he was very familiar with that voice, no!impossible!

"Hehe, okay, I'll give you four years, come and take revenge on me after four years." Qiongying smiled lightly, finished speaking, turned around, and drifted away.

"...Who are you?" Jing Hao asked in panic, staring blankly at the distant black figure, so familiar, only a black veil was missing.

"Cold Moon Sky Shadow." As soon as the words fell, her figure was gone, leaving only snowflakes falling quietly.

Dozens of them were piled up messily on the ground, almost dyeing the snow red, exuding a terrifying breath of death.

The cold wind was piercing, and pain, grief, anger, and hatred were intertwined, and the remaining warmth of the past seemed to be an inescapable bondage.

Suddenly, Nangongchen chased him out, facing the wind and snow, he was almost numb, only the hazy figure remained in his heart.

Nangongchen stood in front of Qiongying, looking at her with complicated eyes, but he still didn't understand, and kept silent, maybe, he didn't know what to say.

"What's the matter?" Qiongying spoke first.

"...I'm not retiring the engagement." Nangong Chen said word by word, he is the proud son of heaven, and now he only asks her to change her mind, because maybe he wants to restrain her, or maybe he likes her.

Qiongying took another look at him for a while, then parted his blood-weeping red lips and asked, "Who are you?"

"...I'm your fiancé." Nangong Chen trembled slightly, as if falling into an ice cave, her eyes were full of regret, she didn't even remember him?Or does she hate him?

Seemingly hearing a funny joke, Qiong Ying chuckled lightly, passed him and boarded the carriage without saying a word.

The carriage drove away, and the sound of the ruts gradually faded away, leaving long ruts on the snow until they disappeared into the heavy snow.

Nangong Chen's face was slightly pale, like a sculpture in the snow, not numb.

Instead, something more terrifying than numbness haunted him. He didn't know what it was, but it was painful, an unspeakable pain, as if he had lost something forever.

At the end of the year, it seems that many things have ended. The snow is particularly heavy, and it seems to bury these ended things.