The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Qiongying looked outside the hall, the tree shadows stretched very long, and the sky was dim, so he got up and went back to the bedroom.

Caiyi hurriedly followed, before she could take a few steps, Qiongying waved her hand, signaling her to step back and not follow.

At sunset, she walked westward alone, the setting sun came oncoming, and the shadow behind her was very long.

Not long after Qiongying left, she ran into Qingjun unexpectedly. The news that she had left the palace spread quite quickly.

Facing the pale golden sunset, the long and narrow eyes showed a smile as warm as this spring day, and the red clothes were extraordinarily gorgeous and warm.

"Are you free?" Qing Jun came, the beautiful Chinese clothes drew a beautiful arc, as if even the sunset was extraordinarily soft.

"Well, what's the matter?" Qiong Ying asked as usual, seemingly concerned, but also seemingly careless.

"It's better to go for a walk in the garden." Qing Jun looked at her with anticipation in his eyes, he was a little uneasy after not seeing her for seven days.

"It's getting late, let's try another day." Qiongying looked at the setting sun in the west that was about to completely set.

In the mountains, there is only a faint red light dancing, and the dusk is gradually coming.

"Okay then, don't forget to change the day." Qing Jun said with a faint smile, with his back against the setting sun, his expression was a little gloomy.

"Well, I remember." After finishing speaking, she left alone again.

Qing Jun didn't move his footsteps, the smile just now disappeared, and he heard the footsteps getting farther and farther behind him, and finally, there was only a blank space left.

That red dress seemed to melt into the reddish sunset in the mountains, and finally, it was swallowed up by the night and drowned by the night.

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It was dark, and there was no one in the bedroom, and the lights had not yet been lit.

When Ye Chen woke up, suddenly, the blank in his mind was instantly filled, and in January, when he had forgotten everything, it seemed like a dream.

She always knew that he didn't remember, but she didn't tell him, took advantage of this to tease him, and even told him not to use it in the future.

Suddenly, seeing the hazy gauze curtain, such a familiar arrangement, he sat up immediately in shock, and looked around in amazement.

Here is her bedroom.

He is on her bed.

In an instant, he was in a state of confusion, and even suspected that it was another dream, whether it was a dream or not, he should not exceed the rules.

So he got out of bed immediately, and there happened to be his clothes next to him, he put them on with a guilty conscience, and then fled in despair.

But after walking two steps, he felt a little weak, and he couldn't feel a trace of phantom power, or even vainness.

His face became paler, and he felt great panic. He lost all his phantom power, his meridians were broken, and he might no longer be able to cultivate, or even become a cripple.

Night falls.

The veil was slightly raised, and there was a slight sound of footsteps. When stepping into the palace door, the pace paused, and then went straight to the bedroom.

Ye Chen froze, he wanted to run away, but his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't move even a bit.

He recognized the rhythm of the footsteps, very familiar.

The veil rose without wind, and her figure was reflected in the night, so ethereal and mysterious, she was getting closer and closer to him.

"Don't remember me again?" Qiong Ying finally walked in front of him, there was something called joy in her deep phoenix eyes, it was very faint, but it was enough to soften her expression.

"Master." Ye Chen looked at her, unable to calm down, and said slowly, his voice was hoarse and slightly trembling.

"Why did you get up? Are you hungry?" Qiong Ying asked softly, looking at the bed, the quilt was folded very neatly, without a single wrinkle, who asked him to do these things?

Ye Chen hesitated for a while, then shook his head lightly, he didn't know how to answer, how could he be on her bed?As for whether he was hungry or not, he didn't feel it.