The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Heihu kicked the boy and shouted, "Shut up! You lowly slave!"

The boy grunted and was thrown to the corner of the wall, a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Two wretched men stopped the cloaked man, who was only half tall, one after the other: "Hee hee, little guy, let my brother take off your hat."

The little body didn't move at all, and the lips parted slightly: "If you don't want to die, get out."

Childish childish voice, without the slightest tone, very soft, quiet eyes seem to be looking at a dead person.

The man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes stretched out his dirty and black hand: "What a big tone, when you get into the prison car, just wait and cry."

Before the words fell, the ugly hand stopped abruptly, staring at the thief's eyes in fear, the blood in the whole body froze, and he fell straight backward, without breathing, and the sharp ice pierced his heart.

If the ice is pulled out, there will be blood spray.

There was a dead silence, and a strange and cold breath spread, which was also the breath of death.

"He, he is, an illusionist?" Hei Hu's cloudy triangular eyes widened, his lips trembling.

It can be seen how powerful it is to transform into icicles without making a move, at least they have reached the third level. They are only first-level cultivators. They have no power to contend against such a strong person.

"Quick, run quickly." The man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks immediately turned around and ran away.

However, before he took a few steps, the water vapor in the air quickly condensed into ice, which pierced the man's heart accurately, and the blood stained the ice red, seeping into the ice like blood threads.

Heihu was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he moved his legs with difficulty to escape, but he ended up the same, falling down with his eyes staring at fear.

The three corpses were lying in the alley. The ice slowly melted under the body temperature, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and the smell of blood spread.

There were no ripples in her eyes, she lifted the corner of her too long robe, walked around the bloodstains on the ground, and continued to walk forward, as if she was not the one who killed.

Her steps are elegant and calm, her whole body is full of noble and Qinghua, and there is an indelible ice between her brows.

The teenager reacted from the shock, it was not uncommon to see people dying in prison cars, and what shocked him was the kid who was shorter than him.

She walked up to the boy, holding a sharp icicle in her small hand, aimed at the boy's heart.

"You, are you going to kill me?" The young man was covered in stains and his hair was disheveled, only his pair of desperate eyes were clear. He was only shocked, not afraid.

"Yes." The voice was still toneless, and it was necessary to kill him, but she was not in a hurry to kill him.

"Okay, then you can kill me." The boy closed his eyes in despair, but after waiting for a long time, he could not feel the pain in his heart.

"Who are you?" Bingling pressed against the boy's heart.

The boy opened his eyes, and the chill from the ice made him shiver.

"I, am a slave." He lowered his head and slowly revealed his humiliating and humble status.

"How about being my slave?" The icicle in her hand had already pierced his thin clothes. If he said no, the icicle would pierce his heart.

The young man froze for a moment, and the stabbing pain in his heart woke him up. He looked at her eyes that were only exposed. He had never seen such eyes, like a mystery, like dead silence.

"I have seen my master, thank you for saving me." He ignored the ice in his heart, his indifference and dignity did not allow him to kneel down, but he knelt down and said at this moment.

"What's your name?" She asked, and the icicle in her hand turned into water vapor and disappeared.