The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The night is desolate, the cold moon is in the sky, and the shadows of the trees stretch their teeth and dance their claws, like ghosts and ghosts.

Qing Jun kept running south, surrounded by darkness, he had never been so afraid of the night, he couldn't see the front, he was scared and helpless.

He crossed one city after another, struggling in the long dark night, his Wind Control Technique was too slow, no matter what he couldn't get out of the dark night, he couldn't reach the top of the clouds.

The sky is gradually breaking dawn, not golden sunshine, not white clouds, but gray and colorless.

Qingjun's face was pale, and his body strength seemed to be exhausted. He fell on the snow and got up again.

It was finally dawn, and I could finally see the southern sky. There used to be continuous snow peaks there, but now I couldn't see anything. Is there still a long distance, or is he lost?

There is a vast expanse of white snow, messy, but there is not a complete snow peak, as if they have been punished by God, all of them have been split or collapsed.

Qingjun moved forward step by step, his feet seemed to be unconscious, and the enchanting red dress was also overshadowed.

how so?Where is the top of the clouds?where is she?

In the end, he didn't have the strength to stand up and let the ice and snow bury him. He was very unwilling. He hadn't called her name yet, and he hadn't waited for her to look back at him...

"Young master, please mourn." Jiangxue asked the doctors to take Qingjun away. Although Qingjun was vicious and vicious, there must be something pitiful about a hateful person.

The doctors immediately treated Qingjun, and Qingjun was fine, just collapsed and comatose.

Qingjun woke up in a daze, her eyes were bloodshot, her lips were extremely red, and only one thing was remembered in her mind, she died in Lingyun Zhidian.

"No!"

This scream scared several doctors.

Qingjun's expression was distorted, his appearance was strange, and those red eyes seemed to kill people.

"Young master, young master..." The doctors panicked and couldn't speak, their legs trembling and they moved back two steps.

"Get out!" Qing Jun was in a violent mood, uttering a word in a hoarse voice.

The doctors fled away immediately, and even Jiang Xue didn't dare to take a step forward.

Suddenly, there was a movement from behind.

Jiang Xue's face changed slightly. Judging from his keen sense as a strong person, the person who came was also a strong person.

A large number of strong men and flying beasts chased one person.

"Qiong Ying..." Looking at the ruins, Jiu Ge finally stopped powerlessly, and even took two steps back in disbelief.

They said that Hanyue Qiongying was buried in Lingyun, but he didn't believe it. Why did she die in Lingyun for no reason?

Seeing the familiar sunset, Jiuge's memory suddenly awakened, and it flowed back to yesterday's dusk. He forced her to the top of the clouds, forced her to jump off the cliff, and the snow peak collapsed, as if to be buried with her...

"Your Highness, the ones in front are the people from the Yan Palace." Lei Sen reminded worriedly, the queen said that there would be no pardon for killing the people from the Yan Palace, except Hanyue Qingjun.

Jiuge's eyes were empty, he couldn't hear any sound, he was immersed in the blankness, and walked forward step by step.

"Helian Jiuge, I'm going to kill you!" Qing Jun pulled out the sword when he saw it, and rushed forward frantically and desperately, the tip of the sword approaching Helian Jiuge.

"Your Highness! Be careful!" Lei Sen was shocked, and immediately slapped Qingjun with his palm.

Jiangxue's reaction was extreme, and the palm wind was even faster and fiercer. Not only did it defuse Lei Sen's palm wind, but it even sent Lei Sen flying.

Jiuge saw the stabbing sword, instead of avoiding it, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Swish!

There was a sound of scraping flesh and blood, blood spilled from his chest, spreading in large swaths on his clothes.

Qingjun grabbed the hilt of the sword, as long as he struck harder, the sword would pierce Helian Jiuge's heart.

Watching Helian Jiuge's life passing by his hands, he was not as happy as he had imagined. All he thought of was her, and he could no longer tolerate unnecessary hatred.

"... Please kill me." Jiu Ge remained motionless, as proud as he was, begging for the first time, waiting for the tip of the sword to take his life.

"You want to die? No! I won't let you see her! Perhaps keeping you alive is your deepest pain..." Qing Jun laughed wildly, pulled out his sword and dropped it, turned and left.

Blood poured out, falling on the snow, it was extraordinarily bright red.

Jiuge's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and finally fell on the snow.

"Your Highness!"

The entourage immediately helped Jiu Ge to treat him, and after the bleeding stopped, he quickly returned to the imperial capital.

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