The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Suddenly, on the moat, the red lotus waiting to be released suddenly bloomed under the light of the fire. The bewitching petals were as red as weeping blood, flowing with a charming blood color.

The cold is coming, the ice and fire are blending, and the fire is flickering.

The corner of the black robe flicked across, raising the white tidbits. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could feel the icy aura.

Qingjun and Yechen came after them. Seeing the sea of ​​flames, they were inevitably overwhelmed with shock, and they were always one step too late.

"Master..." Wuxin looked at her from afar, trembling slightly, not daring to take a step forward.

I can't tell the look on her face, can't read her emotions.

The sky and the earth are pale, the wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, and it is gloomy.

The tea leaves on the branches are withered, and the sky is full of tidbits, and the youth is at its peak, indicating the withering, decadence, and death after the heyday.

Jing Ao and the others looked back, and couldn't help feeling suffocated. The Qiong Ying at this moment was indescribably strange, without a trace of emotion, but it was more terrifying than she had ever been.

"Qiongying..." Jiuge called softly. After more than two months, he saw her again, but he was not half happy. At this moment, he didn't even want to see her, and he didn't dare to face her.

Qiong Ying didn't seem to hear it, and stepped onto the bridge of the moat step by step, the firelight reflected in the deep pupils, like rubies, cold and charming.

She missed an appointment.

The buried memory suddenly revived, countless pictures interlaced, the smile of listening to the king, the melancholy eyebrows of the father, the appearance of Fei Li holding the flute...

Scenes of the past, and finally the scene of disappearing, Lingjun died in her arms, the tomb of her father, the sea of ​​flames in front of her eyes made her feel cold all over her body and unable to breathe.

The red lotuses on the river are competing to bloom, strong and sad, enchanting and sad.

"Qiong Ying..." Jiu Ge went forward to stop her, wanting to say something, but seeing her eyes, he couldn't say a word.

"Who are you?" Qiong Ying's eyes moved slightly, and she was confused for a moment, without any tone.

Jiu Ge was speechless, heartbroken, how could she forget him?

"Helian Jiuge?" Qiongying's eyes flickered, his whole body was full of hostility, and the surroundings were covered with frost, and the ice slanted horizontally.

"Qiongying, let's go back." Jiuge comforted softly, with a faint premonition in her heart, she is very bad now.

"Get out of the way." Dan's lips parted slightly, without a trace of warmth.

"Don't go! Feng Feili is dead, what are you going to do?" Jiu Ge was slightly annoyed, did she want to die for love?Don't think about it!

"Dead? He won't die, the sound of his flute is still there." Qiongying looked at the firelight, he often played nocturnes in the mountains, his very familiar voice.

"That's the forbidden technique of the Feng clan, the magic sound that confuses people's hearts. All you hear are hallucinations. Feng Feili is dead and gone forever!" Jiu Ge said word by word, Feng Feili was dead. , but got her heart, this is the real reason why he didn't want Feng Feili to die!

"Don't let me hear it again." Qiongying's pupils suddenly flickered, as if looking at a dead person.

Countless icicles were ready to go, her hand pinched Jiu Ge's shoulder, and her fingertips pierced his flesh and blood, almost freezing his blood.

Qiongying's figure moved slightly, pushing Jiuge away a few feet away, and walked to the bridge alone.

Every step of the way, lotuses grew, and red lotus-shaped flames bloomed under her feet, and her hair was reflected red, fluttering with the flames.

Jing Ao and the others were extremely shocked, and they looked at the figure walking into the flames in disbelief.

"Master..." Wu Xin turned pale and immediately chased after her.

"Sister!" Qing Jun yelled with great reluctance.

"Don't go." Ye Chen suddenly stopped the two of them, with silent eyes, he couldn't see why he didn't let them go.

"Master, she..." Wuxin turned pale with horror, and her six gods were at a loss.

"Don't go." Ye Chen repeated without expression.

"Why? She's going to die..." Qing Jun calmed down and looked at Ye Chen coldly with probing eyes. Ye Chen seemed to know too many secrets about her.

"No!" Ye Chen's expression changed slightly, his tone sank, and he coldly interrupted Qing Jun's words.

Her deepest illusion is not ice control, but fire control without temperature.