The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

In the middle of the night, the cold moon is in the sky, the cold stars are dotted, the night wind is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

The most remote corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xiyuan.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, and a small figure stood proudly. The cold moonlight added a bit of indifference to her. She was arrogant and fierce in her bones, and there was a murderous look between her brows.

A head of loose red hair, like bloodshot eyes, is coquettish and evil, bloody pupils are cold, there is a trace of deep confusion hidden, lips that are like weeping blood are pressed tightly, enchanting and cold.

The air was released and flowed normally, there was a rustling sound of wind, the dead leaves on the ground were rolled up, and the dark shadows of the trees stretched out their teeth and claws.

Step by step, she walked slowly towards the well. Through the moonlight, a pale face was reflected in the deep well. The bloody wound on the left cheek was ugly and ferocious.

The blood-colored pupils shrank for a moment, and a trace of cruelty flashed across them.

After a while, there was a splash, and the water splashed in the well, and the small body fell into the well. The cold water stimulated every sense organ and washed away the stains on the body.

Suddenly sober, it is a real feeling.

She didn't jump up until it was bitingly cold, and stood by the well, drenched all over.

She thought that her legs would never be able to stand upright again, but now such a real feeling made her heart beat that had not been touched for many years.

In an instant, the blood-colored pupils and red hair returned to black, and the breath of the whole body was restrained, and he walked into the room.

Through the moonlight, you can see broken tables and chairs, swaying windows.

This is her place?So old, but she thought it was new, and everything was new, because, she was born again.

Opening the cabinet, there were only a few coarse cloth clothes that had been washed white, a slightly larger black cloak, and some old gadgets.

A quarter of an hour later, she had changed her clothes and put on a black cloak, her wide hat was pulled low, and her erect collar covered her face, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes.

The lotus fragrance, she has smelled it since the morning, is not an ordinary lotus fragrance, but a red lotus that is tormented by the severe cold, tormented alternately by the flames and the severe cold, and bursts, turning red and red. It only blooms for one day. wither.

Looking at the moonlight, he dug out the high wall, came to a back mountain, and followed the lotus fragrance.

She panted slightly, revealing a trace of surprise, she was very weak, and the illusion was forced out by will, as if she had just practiced.

What makes her happy is that her body is healthy and can last for such a long time without drugs to maintain it.

In the middle of the night, following Lianxiang, a small black shadow passed through the back mountain, crossed the street, and came to the gloomy lonely peak at an extremely fast speed.

The moon is already in the middle of the sky.

Three solitary peaks stand tall, enveloping a bottomless green lake.

In the distance, near the side of the mountain, there are a few red lotuses blooming so red that weeping blood.

These few red lotuses are the real red lotus, and the red lotus with a radius of hundreds of miles blooms with it.

The cold moon is gradually slanting towards the west, its fullness is almost rotten, and it is about to decay to the extreme, as if it wants to destroy the world.

The bewildering crimson, the bewitching crimson, the cold crimson, the bloody crimson, the desperate crimson.

The scarlet red lotus is evil like a demon, implying an unknown lotus, but few people know the power it contains.

The moon in the sky reveals a trace of strangeness, and the cold wind in the mountains blows away the lotus fragrance.

In an instant, the ultimate red lotus began to wither, the emerald green lotus leaves dried up, the weeping blood petals withered, the lotus pods gradually formed, and gradually faded from tender green to dark black. Seven obsidian-like lotus pods stood proudly under the moonlight.