The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Before you know it, the sun has set in the western mountains, the sky is dim, and the faint afterglow pours in.

Jing Hao's complexion has returned to normal, his eyes are bright, his lips are rosy, but there is a trace of tiredness, like recovering from a serious illness, a little weak.

"You can sleep now." Qiong Ying gently put Jing Hao down, then lifted the quilt to cover him.

Jing Hao's expression flickered, and he looked at Qiongying for a long time. He didn't want to sleep, and there were thousands of words to say, but he didn't know where to start.

"Close your eyes and sleep." Qiong Ying stretched out her hand to cover his forehead again, warming it slightly.

Jing Hao closed his eyes obediently, her hand was on his forehead, it was slightly cold, her hand must be cold.

Qiong Ying withdrew her hand, stared at him for a while, and said, "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Qiongying got up and left silently, even the sound of opening and closing the door was inaudible, leaving only a quiet room.

The last bit of the sun has gone down, and dusk is coming.

Ye Chen and Qing Jun were still there, and seeing Qiong Ying come out, their emotions became more complicated.

Wuxin lowered her head slightly, unable to even say a word of greeting.

"How is Jing Hao?" Jing Ao looked anxious, and the long wait almost made him vulnerable.

"Sleep." Qiongying looked indifferent, and left down the steps.

"Jing Hao woke up? How is he?" Jing Ao strode after him and asked in surprise.

"It will be fine in the future. Don't follow." Qiongying didn't stop, and replied lightly.

"Slow, wait, Chen is also very serious, can you..." Since she was able to save Jing Hao, it must be by some means.

"There's nothing I can do." She no longer had blood lotus seeds, and she had to wait for the red lotus to bloom. I don't know when and what month it will be, and it will never bloom again.

"No, you have to find a way. If you can save Jing Hao, you can also save Chen." Jing Ao immediately stopped her. Chen's life and death are uncertain, maybe he will make it through, maybe he won't wake up again...

Qiongying stopped, looked at Jing Ao suddenly, and said indifferently, "What's the matter? Jing Hao is my seventh younger brother."

Jing Ao was stunned, and it was inevitable that he would be shocked again. He never expected that she would really admit it?He thought that he had nothing to do with Qiongying, even if he met, he was just a stranger, and he never thought that Qiongying would still be his sister.

"You admit that I'm a brother?" He actually had a glimmer of expectation.

"You are not qualified yet." Qiong Ying passed him and left. She has lived two lives, and Dongfang Jingao is far from qualified.

That sliver of expectation was shattered, Jing Ao smiled wryly in his heart, because he overestimated his identity and underestimated Qiongying's cold-bloodedness.

When Qiongying passed by Wuxin, she said, "Go see Nangong Chen with the doctors, and do your best."

Wuxin just took a small step, but after listening to Qiongying's words, she had to stop, her body froze slightly, she nodded and replied: "Yes, master."

Qingjun glanced at Wuxin, no matter what attitude Wuxin had towards Nangongchen, as long as she said a word, Wuxin would not let Nangongchen die, it was God's will.

Ye Chen followed her silently, following her through the twilight.

Qing Jun was not far behind, and walked directly to Qiong Ying's side. For some reason, he became more and more uneasy.

"Ye Chen, you don't need to follow." Qiong Ying said, just a short sentence was enough to go far.

The night was very quiet, shrouded in the hazy faint moonlight, her voice was exceptionally clear.

Ye Chen stopped walking, listening to the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing, until her figure disappeared, the sky was already pitch black, and she was plunged into darkness.