The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Wu Yue smiled and approved, she said her brother when she said it, and her sister when she said it silently, she said it with a smile, like a fox.

Qing Jun didn't know whether he was poor at words, or he was too angry to speak, his snow-white handsome face was faintly blue.

Feng Feili rubbed her forehead, this breakfast would probably be served in the smoke.

"Qiong Ying, what kind of food do you usually like to eat?" Wu Yue changed the subject, arguing with a child would indirectly belittle his IQ.

"I'm not picky." Qiongying thought for a while, then said.It's all about the same for her, and there's nothing she particularly likes to eat.

"It's a good habit. I'm not picky." Wu Yue was depressed. Could it be that the maid lied to him yesterday?

"Of course you don't pick what you eat, because the food on the table all tastes the same." Qing Jun smiled at her, all the food was so bland that it had almost no taste, only the original taste.

Qiongying smiled and said nothing, she can taste different tastes of food, how could it be the same taste?

"It's the original taste of the food." Feng Feili deliberately tasted all the food on the desk, and they all tasted bland.

He is not picky, maybe there is no food he likes, but at this moment, he has tasted another taste, and he has a feeling of liking it.

"So that's how it is." Wu Yue also tasted it once, and suddenly realized.

The maid didn't lie to him, Xiao Qiongying's taste is really unique, which is not good, too many eccentricities, she will become a weirdo.

Although everyone ate quietly, there was no tit-for-tat, talking and laughing, but there was still a dark tide, and the smoke of gunpowder was only on the rise.

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For the following lunch and dinner, several people ate together, but the food on the table had changed to a normal taste.

Until dusk, the conflict between Qingjun and Wu Yue finally intensified.

On the square, white snow, red clothes, and cyan robes confront each other, forming a beautiful picture, which is called "comparison".

"Qingjun kid, you can't beat me."

Wu Yue waved his feather fan, and his plain robe fluttered. In addition, he was already beautiful, like a banished immortal.

"Really?" Qing Jun curled his lips coldly, and a murderous intent flashed in his long and narrow eyes.

As soon as the words fell, a fire dragon sprang up in midair, and the surrounding ice and snow melted instantly.

"Since you are so persistent, I have no choice but to accompany you." Wu Yue jumped lightly and landed on the ice sculpture on the pool.

This ice sculpture has just been carved and has not yet formed, but it can be vaguely seen that it is a dragon jumping out of the water, with golden scales coming out of the pool.

The flames swept towards Wu Yue, and white mist rose up where it passed, and instantly turned into water vapor.

"It's okay to fight, but don't ruin my masterpiece. This is the ice sculpture I carved for your sister." Wu Yue shouted pretending to be panicked.

"After winter, your ice sculpture will disappear." Qing Jun snorted coldly, the cold light in his eyes seemed to shoot the ice sculpture into pieces.

"What in the world will never disappear? It completes the meaning of existence, even if it is a moment of brilliance, this is enough."

Wu Yue waved his robe sleeves, and the surrounding ice and snow were rolled up one after another, and fell into the flying flames.

Noisy, the flames of the fire gradually weakened, and the ice and snow turned into water mist, filling the entire square.

"Then it shouldn't be born!" Qing Jun sneered, raising the magic power to a higher level.

In an instant, ice and fire intertwined, and there was a bang bang bang.

There was chaos in the square.

Several cold-resistant trees around have collapsed, and even the blue stone bricks on the ground have been lifted up.