The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Ye Chen's speech speed was a little slow, and her thoughts were a little chaotic. If she had ordered the burning of the city just now in a bad mood, then at this moment, whether she wants to continue burning the city or accept Wu Xin's opinion, it is her most rational decision. He would obey without question, not against her wishes.

Silence.

Several people present had different expressions, and it was undeniable that people were a little surprised by Ye Chen's answer.

Nangong Chen's eyes darkened, and he looked at Ye Chen again, and couldn't help thinking of what Jing Ao said jokingly that she cared about Ye Chen's feelings, maybe it wasn't a joke.

"Do as Wuxin said, and enter the city." Qiongying said indifferently.

"Yes, master." Wu Xin lowered her head slightly, hiding the complicated look in her eyes.

Hearing this, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, avoiding an indiscriminate disaster.

The vermilion city gate slowly opened, and what caught the eye was the blue brick avenue, towering buildings, endless and empty.

The carriage slowly drove into the city gate.

The sound of ruts drifting away indicates that the thousand-year-old royal city and foundation of the East Vietnam Empire will soon disappear.

"Wuxin, thank you." Jing Ao looked at her sincerely, as if he wanted to carve her figure into his heart.

"Thank me for what?" Wu Xin's eyes sank, avoiding his gaze.

"If it wasn't for your persuasion, hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians might have died." Jing Ao stared at her intently.

"If master's hatred can be resolved, so what if we slaughtered the Dongyue Empire?" Wuxin sneered, but even if he killed all the people in the world, it would not be enough for a dead Feng Feili.

Without waiting for Jing Ao to speak, he left Wuxin, following the carriage going away.

Jing Ao sighed softly, a little melancholy, after the collapse of the East Vietnam Empire, after their revenge, where would they go?

Jing Ao looked at the receding carriage, he thought, the territory under his feet with a history of thousands of years will be under the rule of Lord Yan Dian, it may be destroyed, or it may reach another peak.

And Ye Chen, who is inseparable beside him, should follow Qiong Ying for the rest of his life, so he is destined not to be ordinary.

As for Qiu Tong, who sticks to his duty, he will probably be content with whatever happens, such a person can live a stable life.

There is also Qingjun with a distorted personality, no matter how vicious and cruel he is, in front of Qiongying, he will always smile brightly, or feel a little bit wronged, and he cannot think of his vicious methods.

In the end, Jing Ao looked at Wu Xin who was dressed in white. He chased from Chaoyang City to Lingyun Zhidian, Nanxu Empire, and then to Yanfeng Empire, just for one person.

And this person, she is not unintentional, but her heart is probably filled with another person, she may be like Ye Chen, destined to be extraordinary.

After a while, the carriage drove into the city gate, and the sound of the ruts gradually became farther away until it could not be heard.

Qing Lan and others came forward, but they only stopped outside the city gate.

"Seventh brother, after this trip, let's go back to Chaoyang City." Jing Ao said suddenly, looking far ahead.

Jing Hao was slightly taken aback, his eyes fluctuated, and he remained silent. After all, he wanted to go back, and she probably would never go back.

Nangong Chen looked at Jing Ao in surprise, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. Jing Ao once said that he would not change Wuxin in this life. Could it be that Jing Ao gave up?

"Why?" There was anxiety and panic in Qing Lan's heart. Jing Ao didn't care about that... If Jing Ao returned to his homeland, what should he do?

"I'm just a mortal." Jing Ao said.