The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Qing Lan's pupils widened suddenly, and she accidentally kicked the fragments, the blood in her body seemed to freeze, and there was only one message left in her mind, that she would kill him.

"If you lie, you will be punished." Qiong Ying slowly approached him a step, stretching out her slender hand...

"No..." Before Qing Lan had time to explain, his neck was already pinched by a cold hand.

He has no power to resist, his body has been thrown out violently, passing the veil.

A fierce cold wind hit, the door of the main hall opened, and Qing Lan was thrown out.

With a bang, he fell outside the door, rolled down the steps, and landed on the icy snow. The force was so strong that his blood was tumbling.

"Go away." Her voice came from the hall.

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang, and the door of the main hall was closed by the cold wind, causing the snowflakes to bounce. It could be heard that she was angry.

"Ahem..." Qing Lan spat out a mouthful of blood, her face was pale, and she had no strength to get up.

The fine snow fell lightly, and he was covered in snow marks, and he was cold to the bone. He still doesn't know what mistake he made, but this result, he feels very good.

But for some reason, when he heard the sound of "rolling off", he felt a little lost and hopeless.

The candlelight in the hall was extinguished, and the palace fell into the night, blending with the night.

Qing Lan's face was pale, her lips were purple, she vomited a few mouthfuls of blood before she lost consciousness and fell completely on the snow.

I don't know if it's God pitying him, or it's been snowing for too long, and the snow finally stopped, maybe spring is coming.

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It was a long night, probably because of the sleepless night.

It was slightly bright, and in front of the door of Xiyu Pavilion, Wuxin had already left, leaving only the dark red figure leaning against the door, his clothes were frozen, and there were a few snowflakes on his shoulders.

His handsome face was bluish-white, his originally bright red lips paled, his long and narrow eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of darkness.

Luo Yi and Cai Yi passed by and couldn't help being surprised when they saw the person in front of the door.

Qingjun glanced at the two of them with a half-smile, but said nothing, his expression was extremely cold.

Luo Yi Caiyi didn't say a word, she looked back and continued to go west.

After a night of baptism, the palace became deserted again.

The bloodstains from last night had dried up and turned into dark red ice and snow.

The people on the snow were dying, almost buried by the snow, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Luo Yi and Caiyi were startled again, Caiyi hurried over to check on Qing Lan, and checked his breath, but luckily he just passed out.

Since she was not dead yet, Luo Yi Caiyi ignored the people on the ground, brought warm water, and entered the bedroom softly.

After a while, a lazy voice came from behind the veil.

"Come in."

"Yes, Lord." Caiyi was holding warm water, and when she crossed the veil, she saw fragments all over the place, and she couldn't help being suspicious.

"What time is it?" Qiong Yingying ignored him, dressed and washed, taking his time.

"It's You time." Caiyi replied.

"Hair." Qiong Ying put on a black robe trimmed with gold silk, and then sat lazily on the chair.

"Yes." Caiyi hurried over and picked up a comb to comb her hair.

A jasper hairpin tied up her black hair, spread it behind her back, and fell smoothly on the black robe.

After finishing, Caiyi hesitated for a moment, and said: "My lord, what should I do with Mr. Qinglan outside the door?"

She didn't know what words to use to express it, and she didn't know what the Lord meant, so she had to use the word 'dispose'.

"He's outside the door?" Qiong Ying's eyes turned cold, didn't he let him go last night?Not a little courageous!

"Eh? Yes, outside the door." Caiyi was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied.

"Throw it away, let's go down." Qiongying waved her hand, a little impatient, and didn't care about it.

"Yes, lord." Caiyi nodded, and then retreated softly.