The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

In the Xiyu Pavilion, there is no one there. There is a plum blossom in the front yard, and it can be seen that it has just been transplanted.

Many items in the lobby are new and spotless, obviously freshly cleaned.

Qingjun walked in unscrupulously, he had never been in the Xiyu Pavilion before.

"Who are you?" The person inside heard the footsteps and came out cautiously to ask.

"I haven't asked who you are yet?" Qing Jun turned around, with a half-smile, and looked at the man with cold eyes.

It is undeniable that that face is very handsome, much more beautiful than when I saw it this morning, but it is still just beautiful, even Ye Chen can't compare.

After Qinglan saw who was coming, she couldn't help but be surprised. This man is too coquettish, feminine and seductive. He is dressed in red, extremely beautiful, but without a hint of femininity. On the contrary, he is very masculine, but he feels too cold , even a little annoying, that kind of annoying at a glance.

Qingjun sat down on the chair unceremoniously, without any intention of leaving, as if he was the master here.

"Excuse me, what's your business?" Qing Lan had to lower her stance, this person was blatant and his status was absolutely extraordinary.

"I'm fine, but it's you who has something to do." Qing Jun said lazily.

Qing Lan remained silent, with a wry smile on the corner of her lips. Indeed, he was the one who had something to do. He was not only sent to others, but even imprisoned and reduced to a plaything.

"Who are you?" Qingjun asked.

"...I am originally from Fansang Country." Qing Lan hesitated for a moment, he didn't want to mention it, and he felt that this person had bad intentions.

"Fansang Country? Where is it?" Qingjun raised his eyebrows, he had never heard of Fansang Country.

"It's just a small country, it was destroyed three years ago." Qing Lan frowned, a little sad.

"Tell me about your background." Qingjun said.

"Who are you?" Suspicion flashed in Qing Lan's eyes, he didn't even know who bought him, the palace in Yancheng, so it was from the royal family of Beiyan?

"The person who helped you." Qing Jun smiled, but the absurdity didn't reach his eyes.

"Why did you help me?" Qing Lan was even more puzzled, he didn't believe that someone would help him for no reason.

"It's just nothing to do, if you don't want to, then just pretend I didn't come." Qing Jun got up and walked out the door.

"Your Excellency, wait, I just don't believe it, please help me." Qing Lan begged quickly, he could not let go of any opportunity.

Qingjun sat back on the chair, with a flash of complacency in his eyes, he leisurely picked up the jade cup on the table and began to play with it.

"I was originally the prince of the Fansang Kingdom. Because the Fansang Kingdom was defeated, my father sent me to the enemy country, the Jinlang Kingdom, as a hostage. The King of the Jinlang Kingdom prevented me from escaping, so my meridians were abolished, and I can no longer cultivate. Three years ago, Fansang Country was destroyed, and I was useless, but I was still detained by Jinlang Country. Until a year ago, when Jinlang Country was destroyed, I took advantage of the war and fled, and was later arrested by slave owners I did, until someone bought me this morning and sent me here."

Qing Lan was a little self-deprecating, the unbearable experience, from a prince to a downcast proton, without cultivation, and finally reduced to a slave, he didn't know why he was still alive.

"That's really not a good thing. Do you have any relatives or subordinates in Fansang Country?" You can't send them away directly, which is a bit troublesome.

"Those who pushed me to be a hostage in the enemy's country are probably not relatives. As for my subordinates, I have no power or power, so I am alone." He didn't feel much sadness about this, but was sad that the country was destroyed.