The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Looking into her eyes, there is no trace of drunkenness, everyone is drunk, but she alone is awake, maybe she is not drunk, but he must be.

"Qiong Ying, what do you like?" He suddenly asked, it has been eight years since we met, she has no special hobbies, at most she just hangs around, or goes to the mountains to watch, or reads in the library, These are not likes, or even a habit.

"I don't like anything." Qiongying looked at the horizon, which is where the sky and the earth meet, thought for a while, and then pointed to the horizon: "Sometimes, I like to look there."

"The horizon? Why?" Feng Feili asked curiously. She also said that she liked to look at the horizon in Ningdu Plum Blossom Forest that time, but he still didn't know the reason.

"I like watching the changing horizon." She didn't know why, but she always looked at the horizon habitually.

"Replacement." Feng Feili pondered for a while, relieved in her heart that she was the most sober person, standing outside, indifferent to the replacement in the world.But she never liked anything.

"But what do you like? Do you like playing flute on the mountain at night?" Qiong Ying also asked, he is as indifferent as water, sometimes melancholy, power is nothing but smoke in his eyes, what would he like?Because she couldn't see him being depressed.

At the beginning, she deliberately approached him because she felt that his flute sound and gentleness were a bit like her father's queen, and as time passed, it became a habit.But it cannot be ignored that he is the most radiant person in the world.

"In the past, there was no such thing as liking or disliking, but now, maybe it has become a habit, I like it very much." Feng Feili replied in a low voice. He is used to going to the mountains to play the flute, and he likes to wait for her to come, even if he can't.

"What else do you like?" Qiong Ying asked again, she wanted to make him happy.But I never saw him like anything or anyone.

"No more, that's my favorite, and the only one I like." Feng Feili said slowly, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

The deep voice seemed to turn into musical notes, drifting into the night sky, turning into stars, accompanying the bright moon.

"Qiongying, I'm leaving tomorrow..." He looked at the stars in the sky, could he be one of them?

The two were talking, the moon was already in the sky, and the sky was full of stars.

It wasn't until late at night, when the night fog was thick, that the two went down the mountain.

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The next day, Yanfeng's army had already formed a team at the city gate, preparing to return to the dynasty.

Nangongchen and the others all came to see him off, not only because of their gratitude to Feng Feili for his unconditional assistance, but also because of their heavy friendship.

Feng Feili brought out a small animal from the carriage. It was the size of a puppy and covered in snow white. It was shaped like a squirrel, but with pointed ears, a smaller body, and a fluffy tail that was bigger than the body. He got up and wrapped his body, his belly was bulging, slightly heaving, his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.

"This is a snow mountain squirrel?" Jing Ao recognized it at a glance. It is an extremely rare little phantom beast. It doesn't have much magic power, but it looks very cute and simple.

"It's a fat squirrel." Feng Feili held it helplessly, but it still showed no sign of waking up.

"Is it sleeping? Or is it sealed?" Jing Ao asked suspiciously.

"Neither, it's probably because he hasn't woken up from hibernation yet." Feng Feili said.

Jing Ao was speechless, he thought Feili would have some powerful phantom beast, but unexpectedly it was a lazy little squirrel that could only be kept as a pet.