The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Master, Qiutong brought it here." Ye Chen stopped two feet away from the shadow of the sky, and said.

Qiongying put down the book in his hand and raised his head. The hideous scar was exposed in the candlelight, like a scar formed by countless knives.

Ah, Qiutong's eyes were wide open, she let out a light cry of horror, took two steps back, and immediately covered her mouth, she saw the eyes on that face, they were the eyes of the master.

Qiongying didn't wear a cloak, but wore a plain long skirt, her black hair fell down like a waterfall, her originally lazy expression became cold, and a strange light reflected in her deep phoenix eyes.

"Master, master." Qiu Tong couldn't help trembling, trying to restrain her trembling legs, her almond eyes were full of panic.

"Are you scared?" Qiong Ying's voice was still very soft, especially clear in the silent hall.

But no longer gentle, but cold, bewitching and cruel.

"No, not afraid." Qiu Tong took a deep breath, she seemed to feel her blood stagnated.

This kind of fear is different from facing the whip that is about to be swung down in the dark cell. The whip brought her physical pain, but now it brings her soul trembling.

"What a dishonest child." Qiongying chuckled lightly.

"Qiu Tong, Qiu Tong knows it's wrong." Qiu Tong said timidly, the master just now was really terrible.

At this moment, the master seems to be very kind. The master is more moody and unpredictable than those slave masters.

"Since you know your mistake, will you still lie to me in the future?"

"No, Qiutong won't dare again." Qiutong shook his head quickly and said.

"Qiu Tong, are you still afraid?"

"I, I'm scared, but I'm not so scared now." Qiutong said in a low voice, her thin hands clenched slightly.

"afraid of what?"

"Scared, afraid of this place, the sound from the forest is terrible, there is no light, no sunshine here, I am afraid of the dark." Qiutong carefully looked at Qiongying, and replied in a low voice.

"Then am I scary?"

"Master,..." Qiutong trembled slightly. She was really scared by the master just now. If she said it, the master would be unhappy, and then sent her back to the slave master, and was locked in a dark prison again.

"What's the matter? Don't you dare to say it?" The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression in them was covered by the slender eyelashes.

"No, the master is not scary. I, I was just frightened for a while. I didn't expect the wound on the master's face. I thought the master was just like me. No, Qiu Tong was wrong. I am a slave. The master is the master. It's different. ..."

Qiu Tong spoke incoherently, and the more she spoke, the more confused she became. The master was about the same age as her, or even younger than her, so she thought the master was a beautiful little girl, innocent and lively, just like those noble ladies in the beautiful carriage.

And she could only envy her in the dark cell, watching them secretly, they were beautiful, they wore beautiful clothes, they were served by many servants, and they would act like a baby in the arms of their parents, laughing lively.

"It doesn't matter, I don't mean to blame you." Qiongying said softly, she is more satisfied with Qiutong than Yechen, she doesn't like fearless people, things will turn against each other.

"Thank you, master, for not blaming me." Qiu Tong relaxed a little, and she was not so nervous when speaking. Now the master's voice is very gentle and pleasant, not scary.

"Qiu Tong, are you afraid of death?" Qiong Ying looked at Qiu Tong, and a bewitching voice floated out gently.