The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"What is that?" Feng Feili was a little curious, even his father wanted to know it.

"I might as well tell you, I don't know, and I've never seen it." Wu Yue said bluntly, and he was also depressed.

Even the old man Mu Feng had never seen that bead before, probably only Helian Jiuge had seen it, maybe Xiao Qiongying had seen it too.

So it is even more difficult to find it now.

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It was not until dark that we arrived at the next city to settle down.

When he arrived at the inn, Wuxin waved his hand and took over the entire inn, keeping Wu Yue and other idlers away.

Wu Yue was not stupid, so she immediately went to the opposite inn with a wave of her hand and took over the entire inn. Seeing that Feng Feili was pitiful, she took him in.

Helian Jiuge was very angry, because Wuxin was not as easy to deal with as Luo Yi Caiyi.

Wu Xin glanced at the shopkeeper, who was so surprised that he immediately closed the door.

On a snowy day, it was not long before it got dark, and people in the city fell asleep early.

There is no one extra on the street, only thick snow.

The cold wind howled, and the old black trees looked like demons with teeth and claws.

At both ends of the street, the two sides confront each other.The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"Helian Jiuge, hand over the things tactfully." Wu Yue's fierce aura was not weaker than Helian Jiuge's.

Feng Feili stroked his forehead, Wu Yue is an idiot?At this time, he is still playing a rascal, Helian Jiuge is not an oriental child.

"Hmph, do you think you have the ability?" Jiu Ge snorted coldly, the thing was in his stomach, and no one except Qiong Ying probably knew this secret.

"I may not be your opponent by myself, but don't forget Feng Feili next to me." Wu Yue looked proud, he really wanted to find out how strong Helian Jiuge was.

There was a faint black line on Feng Feili's forehead, Wu Yue was really treacherous, and he was going to be dragged into the water by life or death.

Jiuge's eyes darkened, he was still very confident in dealing with Feng Feili, but who was that Wu Yue from the Guangming Palace?How much strength do you have?Hard to guess.

"Hey, hand over the things if you are sensible, maybe I will spare your life." Wu Yue smiled inscrutablely, so arrogantly.

"Wait and see." Jiuge smiled evilly, whoever spared his life will see the truth soon.

All of a sudden, the cold wind hit, rolled up the snowflakes on the ground, and the bare old trees creaked and almost broke.

The windows on both sides of the street slammed, and the high-hanging lanterns were extinguished, and they were blown to nowhere.

"Feng Feili, don't you want to play a song on such a beautiful day?" Wu Yue looked at the jasper flute on Feng Feili's waist.

"In the dead of night, I still can't do it." Feng Feili didn't intend to help at all, the inn was next to him, and he was afraid that it would disturb Qiongying to sleep.

"Hmph, no loyalty, wait until I finish cleaning Helian Jiuge before I clean you." Wu Yue snorted softly and waved her wide sleeves.

Suddenly, the cold wind changed its direction, and its momentum was like a rainbow.

With a few bangs, the window that was still crumbling just now has been swept away by the air current.

The two officially competed, the sky was flickering, and there was no moonlight, it was the eve of the storm.

At the very moment, the upstairs door creaked open, revealing an indifferent shadow.

In an instant, the cold wind stagnated and the silence of the night was restored.

"My master is resting. If the three of you want to confront each other, please go to the city gate." Ye Chen said with a blank expression on his face. After saying this, he closed the door.

The street was so quiet that a pin could be heard falling to the ground.

Feng Feili regretted endlessly, he didn't participate at all, and was framed by Wu Yue.

"Hmph, Helian Jiuge, you're lucky this time, for Xiao Qiongying's sake, I'll let you go today." Wu Yue said mercilessly, and walked away angrily after finishing her sentence.

He Lian Jiuge's eyes were cold, with murderous intent, and he waved his sleeves away.

Night, deep, fell into sleep.