The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Wuxin didn't look sideways, completely pretending that no one existed, and she didn't bother to deal with anyone except the master's order.

"Where's the boy who drove with you last time? Why didn't you see your master?" Jing Ao persisted, but the girl didn't even give him a look, which made him very frustrated.

"You can see my master too?" Wu Xin said coldly without concealing her contempt.

Jing Ao was pleasantly surprised, she was finally willing to speak, and it turned out that the child was her deathbed.

"I know your master can't see anyone. He was wearing a black cloak at a young age, which was tightly covered, and his voice was childish, but he also pretended to be indifferent. He looked like a young man, it was ridiculous..."

"Shut up!" Wuxin stopped suddenly and looked at him coldly. How did he know that the master was wearing a black cloak? Even if he accidentally saw it in the Zhuijin Tower that day, it was impossible to hear the master's voice.

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean to slander your master, I was just joking just now." Faced with her anger and coldness, Jing Ao still smiled unabated, with a personable demeanor, and there was a little more playfulness in his eyes.

"Such jokes are not funny at all, keep your mouth shut, or I will make you unable to open your mouth forever!"

"It's a harsh punishment, so I have no choice but to talk about something else instead of your master." Jing Ao covered his mouth with his hands pretending to be scared.

Her arrogance has always been so arrogant, and she pretended to be indifferent at a young age. It is not good to learn from that child. Children should be more interesting and cute.

"What did you say about my master's voice just now, when did you hear it?" Wuxin asked coldly.

"You want to know? But I dare not say it. What if after I say it, you make me unable to speak forever?" Jing Ao said with embarrassment.

"You!" Wuxin glared at him angrily, snorted coldly, stopped talking, and walked quickly towards the city gate, leading the horse.

"Don't be angry, if you ask me, I'll just say it. Two years ago, I saw the child and the boy twice, and we even watched the auction together in the private room."

Jing Ao chased after her and said, after he finished speaking, seeing her still indifferent, he regretted teasing her.

Seeing that she was about to reach the city gate, Wuxin quickened her pace again, she wanted to get rid of the troubles behind.

"Where are you going? Are you going alone?" Jing Ao suddenly stopped in front of her, blocking her way.

"Get out of the way!" Wuxin said coldly, she couldn't make a move because she knew that there was a huge disparity in strength between her and Dongfang Jingao.

"You tell me, I'll get out of the way, oh no, tell me your name by the way, you can run rampant in Chaoyang City."

"Thank you so much." Wu Xin sarcastically said, bypassing Jing Ao, immediately got on the horse, and galloped away with flying hair and fluttering clothes.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jing Ao used the Wind Control Technique to catch up to her.

She is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl traveling alone, which is very dangerous, and that child's heart is too cruel, to be so hard-working her subordinates.

"Go away!" Wuxin yelled angrily, stretched out her hand and conjured up a white ball of light and threw it out.

Jing Ao was caught off guard, facing the flying ball of light, neither dodged nor opened it.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the white figure walked away.

The direction the girl is going is north. What is she going to do in the north?

He stopped at the spot and hesitated for a while, finally sighed, and turned back. Chen should have been impatiently waiting in the auction house, so forgive him for missing the appointment.