The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Feng Feili, have I offended Wuxin?" Wu Yue still asked unwillingly.

"No, but you look very awkward." Feng Feili didn't mean to be joking, and then left too.

Wu Yue gritted her teeth, and quickly chased after Wuxin and the others, staring closely at the backs of Qiongying and Nangongchen, her pace getting faster and faster.

"Stand back!" Wu Xin looked at Wu Yue coldly and warned.

"It's not like they're talking about secrets, so it's okay to listen." Wu Yue pricked up his ears, checked with his eyes, and he could hear it a ten feet closer.

"Stand back!" Not only did Wu Xin's face turn cold, but Ye Chen and Qiu Tong also stopped Wu Yue.

Wu Yue was annoyed, the three of them were too united, how did Xiao Qiongying teach them?

Jing Ao's eyes were a bit worried, seeing that Jing Hao was still standing there numbly, so he walked over: "Seventh brother."

Jing Hao's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the lavender figure going away, only struggle and confusion remained in his eyes.

"Seventh brother, many things are unpredictable and powerless. What happened back then was indeed our fault and should not be borne by you." Jing Ao sighed.

"...Am I wrong?" Jing Hao's eyes were empty, he didn't know if he was asking Jing Ao or himself.

"No, no one is wrong. All mistakes were buried on that day six years ago. Otherwise, they all ended today. Afterwards, there will be a new beginning. Let go of some attachments that should be let go."

"Brother, don't you hate her for lying to you? Don't you hate her for killing our parents?" Jing Hao asked in a daze. He only had hatred for her. If he let go, everything would be over. What is waiting?

"She didn't lie to us. I also hate Zihan. I hate her for being cold-blooded and ruthless. We hate her just as she hates our parents. She can kill her father. How much do you think she hates?" Having said that, he felt that Zihan It's not hatred, so to speak, just to resolve the knot in Jing Hao's heart.

"She hates us too?" Jing Hao trembled slightly, he couldn't read her eyes, he didn't know...

"I don't know, she is a ruthless and ruthless person, maybe she doesn't hate." Jing Ao was a little disappointed. On that day six years ago, Zi Han didn't have any hatred in her eyes, she was calm, and the only emotion was a slight anger.

He even felt that Zihan's intention to kill his father might just be because she didn't like his father, or because his father made rude remarks, and she was angry. Whether she killed someone or not depended on her mood.

"Seventh brother, you can't make a move, which proves that you don't hate Zihan, you just can't pass your own test, deceiving yourself and others, in fact, you have already lost from the beginning, and what you lost is not your strength, but your heart."

At first he thought that Jing Hao wanted to kill Zi Han, but in the competition just now, Zi Han was just making a joke, Zi Han had already expected that Jing Hao would not be able to make a move, so he was indifferent.

Jing Hao's face was pale, he had lost from the beginning, his heart had been lost...

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The trees on both sides of the street had no leaves for a long time, and the side branches slanted out, and the branches were covered with snow, and they all became snow trees.

The two walked under the tree, and occasionally some snowflakes would fall from the tree and float away gently.

Nangong Chen didn't speak for a long time, this moment of tranquility reminded him of the peace and tranquility when he went down the mountain with her that night at the back of Yancheng palace.

"Didn't you have something to say to me?" Qiong Ying said indifferently, looking ahead without squinting.