The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Go back." Qiong Ying frowned, and disappeared into the jungle in a flash.

Ye Chen finally couldn't restrain himself, and even spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, walking weakly, dragging his precarious body towards the mansion step by step.

In the huge hall, she was sitting leisurely, flipping through the map of Xuantian Continent, her expression was indifferent, her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Master." Ye Chen returned here as quickly as possible.

Seeing her flipping through the book again, his expression darkened again, his pale face was slightly blue, without any blood.

"Go back and rest, go out with me tomorrow." Qiongying said flatly without even raising her eyebrows.

"Master, where are you going?" He knew he shouldn't ask, but he asked anyway.

"Ye Chen, do you know the consequences of disobeying my order?" He raised his eyelids, and a strange look flashed across his deep phoenix eyes, brutal as a demon, evil as a blood lotus.

"Yechen knows." Yechen's face was expressionless, but his heart was slightly cold. Is the consequence death?

He is already dead, so he is not afraid of death, but something more terrifying than death is eroding him, and he doesn't know what it is.

"Don't try to disobey my order, I will make your life worse than death." There was a slight smile on the red lips.

She knows that he is not afraid of death, and she doesn't like people who are not afraid of death, because dealing with people who are not afraid of death requires extremely cruel and complicated methods.

"Yechen knows his mistake." He lowered his head slightly, he knew that she had this ability, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart not to disobey her orders.

Suddenly, he felt a little confused. He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid that life would be worse than death. As for what it was, he didn't know.

"Go back, don't make me repeat what I said in the future."

"Yes, master." Ye Chen nodded, without any fluctuation in his voice, like a puppet, he walked out slowly, his steps were as light as possible, but every step was extremely heavy.

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The next morning, when the sun was rising, Yechen was waiting outside Qiongying's room early on, and she said she was going out today.

There was no sound of footsteps, and the door opened, interrupting his contemplation.

A small foot stepped over the threshold, and only then did the footsteps sound.

"Master, breakfast is ready."

Ye Chen deliberately changed into plain colored clothes, if it weren't for the indifference between his brows and the humbleness in his tone, he would have looked like a nobleman.

And she was still wearing an ordinary black cloak, any fancy clothes could no longer set off her dignity, and she was not even qualified to be a foil.

"No need, do you know where the largest underground trading place in Chaoyang City is?"

"At the end of the East Street." Ye Chen replied, is she going there?

There are snakes and dragons mixed there, and there are all kinds of people. People die there every day, and there are many people with high cultivation levels. He knows that there is a sky beyond the sky, and he is too weak at this moment.

The summer sun is a bit strong, and the streets of Chaoyang City are still full of traffic and flow.

One short and one tall, the combination of the front and the back looks a bit weird on the street. A child in black is followed by a handsome young man. His face is slightly pale, and there is a kind of indifference that rejects others.

Suddenly, a few men in samurai uniforms rushed from the street in the south. They were all in a mess, throwing away their helmets and armor, and ran rampant on the street as if they were running for their lives.

"What happened?" Some passers-by were knocked down and dared not speak out.

These people wearing samurai uniforms usually have some cultivation, and most of them are powerful and noble people.