The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Qiong Ying was about to hand Wu Yue over to his subordinates, but Wu Yue jumped down first.

Wu Yue stood steadily, how could he let a man hug him, it was disgusting to think about it.

Qiongying looked at his legs, his face gradually condensed into frost, and finally waved his sleeves away.

"Qiongying..." Wu Yue didn't know why she was suddenly angry, and he called her innocently.

Qiongying didn't hear it, and saw that the fortress was almost buried in snow, and could barely stand on the roof. It seemed that this winter could not be spent in the fortress.

Qiong Ying walked in front of Ye Chen and noticed that he was in a bad mood with just one glance, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Ye Chen said calmly.

"Then let's go." Qiong Ying walked away on the glazed tiles.

"Okay." Hearing what she said about us, Ye Chen's uneasiness and sullenness instantly dissipated.

"Where do you want to go?" Qiongying asked.

"Here..." Seeing that this place has become a veritable snow castle, Ye Chen lost his mind.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to melt all the snow until summer," Qiong Ying said.

Ye Chen was a little bit reluctant, but what made him most fortunate was that he could still stand by her side.

"Qiongying, where are you going?" Wu Yue limped up two steps and asked anxiously.

"These are irrelevant." Qiongying didn't look back, just like her bare hands, she rolled up the wind and snow, blocking Wu Yue's pursuit.

When the snowflakes fell, the two had disappeared into the snow without a trace.

Wu Yue's figure was frozen in the wind and snow, looking at the white snow in front of him, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Didn't he finally see her safe and sound as he wished?Why is he not happy?

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Unintentionally seeing that all the three gates had been breached, he was terrified and ran up to the fort in one breath, only to see that the gate of the fort had been buried by snow.

"Here is..." Jing Ao's eyes were full of shock, this palace is a marvelous workmanship, inlaid among dangerous peaks.

Nangong Chen has already guessed where this is, Yan Dian.

The Hall of Light is built under the abyss, while the Hall of Hell is just the opposite. It is built on a majestic mountain peak, pointing directly at the sky.

Wuxin was as light as a swallow, jumped over the gate, and landed on the roof, the entire fortress was almost covered, there was no one she wanted to see, but there were many people she didn't want to see.

"Wu Yue?" Jing Ao had already guessed what the situation was like, and it was rare to see Wu Yue in such a mess.

Wu Yue glanced at the visitor, but said nothing.

"Where's my master?" Wuxin asked coldly.

"She's gone." Wu Yue said with a gloomy expression, and left step by step, leaving deep footprints with each step.

"Where did you go?" Wuxin asked anxiously.

"I don't know." Wu Yue walked away, and there were snowflakes in the sky again.

Wuxin was extremely remorseful, how could she not have guessed that the master would return to the fortress, and she missed out on this moment with the master.

At this time, Caiyi came out of the Nether Palace covered in snow, and couldn't help being surprised when she saw Wuxin, and then stepped forward to greet her: "Miss Wuxin, why are you back?"

"When will the master come back?" Wu Xin's face was cold, her former arrogance remained undiminished.

"Honorable Master has been back for a while." Caiyi answered respectfully, not being able to speak clearly.

"What's the matter with Master coming back?" Wu Xin was puzzled.

"My subordinates don't know very well. The Lord hasn't left since he came back, until he left just now." Caiyi vaguely said that she can say anything about the Lord.

"Where did you go?"

"This subordinate doesn't know. This subordinate will go to clear the snow first." Caiyi stopped talking, not knowing when the Lord would return.

Wuxin left disappointed, Jing Ao didn't want to stay any longer, and left with Wuxin.

Nangongchen didn't leave, looking at this snow-colored fortress, where she once stayed.

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ps: I recommend Shi Hong's "The True Colors of a Son: Chasing a Man as a Wife"