The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Yechen, do you have the mark of that slave?" There was a faint smile in her eyes.

Ye Chen froze, he was carrying the candlelight behind his back, a slender shadow fell, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

It took about half a cup of tea, but it seemed as long as a century, and then he slowly replied: "Yes."

"Where is it?" Her voice was full of jokes and a smile.

"On the right side of the back of the neck." His body was even stiffer, and even his voice trembled.

"You sit on the chair." Her smile deepened, her deep phoenix eyes didn't let go of any of his expressions, he was actually flustered, it's good.

Ye Chen trembled slightly, turned sideways and sat down on the chair next to him.

The candlelight fell on his side face, still unable to illuminate those indifferent eyes, but illuminated his gloomy expression more clearly.

"Ye Chen, are you afraid of pain?" Qiong Ying walked behind him and asked mysteriously.

"Not afraid." Ye Chen replied in a low voice.

Qiongying frowned slightly, apparently dissatisfied with his answer: "It's more painful than the blood lotus seeds I ate in Xiyuan that time, aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid." Ye Chen shook his head and said very calmly.

Maybe there was nothing to scare him anymore, he knew maybe she was angry, even so, he answered truthfully.

"Very good, great, it's on the right side of the back of the neck, right?" Her tone was very gentle, but also very cold, her slightly cool fingertips ran through the hair on the back of his neck.

Ye Chen's mood, which had been slightly relaxed, became stiff again at this moment.

He didn't know what she was going to do, but her fingers were colder than ice, and her fingertips were more piercing than ice, revealing his ugliest side.

Qiong Ying lightly picked up the black hair behind him and moved it to the left, revealing the slave mark on the right side of the nape of his neck.

It is very obvious under the candlelight, and the deep ravine is probably branded with a piece of iron that was burned to red.

No matter how many years pass, this imprint will never fade away.

"Don't move." Her voice was cold and bewitching, and she held extremely sharp icicles in her small hands.

Ye Chen didn't move, he felt something sharp scratching the right side of the back of his neck, causing slight pain.

It wasn't a pain to him, and it felt a little cool.

Blood streaks seeped into the ice, and it was dyed ice red.

About half an hour later, Qiongying scratched his fingertips with his nails, a drop of blood overflowed from the fingertips, slowly condensed, and then fell.

There was a slight sound of dripping water, and a drop of blood fell on the mark on the back of his neck, and it quickly melted away, and the scar slowly healed.

After a while, the branding disappeared, and the skin was smooth and smooth, leaving only the marks of being pierced by the ice, which were blood-red scratches, lingering on the skin like blood threads, outlining an extreme pattern.

Ye Chen's heart trembled slightly. If he felt right, the drop that fell on his skin was blood. At this moment, even the slight pain in the back of his neck disappeared, but there was something more painful entangled him.

Qiongying curled her lips slightly, quite satisfied with her masterpiece, the blood lotus seeds that had not been absorbed remained in her blood, they were lukewarm, just right for healing injuries.

"Yechen, what scares you?"

"...Yechen doesn't know." He hesitated for a moment, then replied in confusion.

"I don't know?" Qiongying chuckled, it's better than not knowing, she doesn't like people without weaknesses.

The moon is already in the middle of the sky, and the fog in the mountains and forests is particularly hazy at night.

Su Yi raised slightly, and Qiong Ying walked away under the moonlight.