The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Why not?" After walking for a while, Qing Jun asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to go anywhere." Qiongying looked ahead with deep eyes, and she didn't know where she wanted to go.

"Then let's go back to the fortress." Qing Jun looked at her expectantly, as she walked further and further away, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up.

"Qingjun, Chaoyang City is not suitable for you."

It's not suitable for her either. Some people are born to live in power, they are used to scheming, they are used to controlling everything in their hands, and they can't settle down in one corner.

"Why isn't it suitable?" Qingjun was completely puzzled, the power he wanted, all the hatred in the past, and the killing of Helian Jiuge, all of these, he was willing to use this as a price in exchange for her heart.

Because compared to her, Helian Jiuge and hatred are not worth mentioning.

He was even afraid that when all the hatred and identity were revealed, he would lose her, so he wanted to bury it forever.

Qiongying remained silent and continued to walk up the stream.

There was no sound all the way, and three clear reflections passed by in the stream, and the fine water shone.

The forests in the mountains are all dyed, and before you know it, dusk falls, coating the fiery red maple leaves with a layer of gold.

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Jing Ao and others searched most of the mountain, and finally saw someone at dusk, but they couldn't help but stop.

Facing the setting sun, the three people not far away walked in the mountains, casting long shadows.

Qiongying stopped, and so did Qingjun and Yechen.

Qiongying turned around to look, and Qingjun and Yechen followed suit.

The autumn wind raised the sleeves of the clothes, and occasionally maple leaves fell, blurring the vision.

The sound of Lingling water is neither far nor near, but it seems like thousands of mountains and rivers, unreachable and untouchable.

Qiongying stood a little higher, somewhat condescending, seeming to look down on the few people down the mountain, and remained silent for a while.

Qingjun looked at the uninvited guests with a half-smile.

Ye Chen was silent, completely silent.

The few people not far away didn't know what to say, they seemed to be disturbed.

Nangongchen looked at Qiongying, with a hint of sadness in his deep eyes, he thought she would be a couple with Feng Feili, but now, Feng Feili is gone, and it is not him who can stand by her side.Or maybe it was never him.

Suddenly, Jing Hao turned around, without looking at anyone, left silently, and disappeared into the maple forest in a short while, leaving no trace, as if he had never been there.

Jing Ao looked at it, and sighed slightly in his heart, Jing Hao's heart was still unresolved, he seemed to hate Zihan, seemed to be indifferent, and seemed to be...can't hate, can't love.

It was not until today that Qing Lan officially saw her. Ever since he woke up, he had never said a word to her. He only glanced at her hastily or from a distance, but failed to resolve the doubts and longings in his heart.

Even Wuxin, who is always the most qualified to speak, is silent at this moment, the distance is too far, no, no matter whether it is far or near, she can't speak, and everything can only be buried in her heart.

"Let's continue to go up the mountain, or..." Qing Jun looked at her and asked for advice. Of course, he hoped to continue climbing with her, and standing on the highest peak was her habit.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Qiongying walked down the mountain.

A few maple leaves curled up on the corner of the clothes, and then fell with her footsteps.

Qing Jun's gaze sank, and he pushed aside the maple leaves falling off the tree with some irritability. He didn't like anything blocking him and her!

Ye Chen silently followed her footsteps and followed her away.