The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Spacious sleeping hall, exquisite and complicated patterns, spotless jade floor, no superfluous items, it is clear at a glance.

Luxurious but not luxurious, deserted and dark, but exuding brilliance, momentum and dignity coexist.

Under the candlelight, the veil is dim and shadowy.

Qing Lan stood alone in the center of the hall. He was dressed in a light blue and elegant robe, his black hair was like a waterfall, and his hair was as elegant as a white lotus. His handsome face was slightly pale, and his palms were sweating.

It was so quiet and deserted, as if only the sound of my own breathing and heartbeat remained.

Such an empty and silent space made him involuntarily fear.

"come over."

Suddenly, a cold and charming voice floated from behind the veil, which was especially clear in the silent hall.

It also smashed into Qing Lan's mind like ice, and his whole body tensed up instantly.

Even after half a month, he still recognized that voice, it was the female voice who asked questions on the street that day, as cold and charming as before.

His steps were light and slow, but extremely heavy and extremely stiff, without making a sound on the jade floor.

The closer he got to the veil, the slower his pace, and his cold eyes looked at the veil coldly, as if probing.

Qing Lan paused for a while in front of the veil, only determination and despair remained on her face, she stretched out her hand stiffly to lift the veil.

Beyond the veil, it is still empty, with a carved bed in the center, maybe it is too open, and no one has been seen yet.

"What's wrong?" A cold and charming voice came from the window.

Qing Lan was startled suddenly, and immediately turned her head to look sideways at the source of the sound, only to see a purple figure standing by the window, and the night wind lifted her hair slightly.

In an instant, he had calmed down, with no concealment of hatred and disgust in his eyes. He was worthy of being the Lord of the Underworld, and just a background was enough to shock people.

Suddenly, he was a little curious about what the blue-faced and long-toothed female devil looked like.

The candlelight suddenly dimmed, and Qiong Ying turned around, and met the pair of eyes that were staring at her back, his eyes were contempt and disgust.

With just one glance, her breath became strange, probably because of anger. She had seen many such gazes when she was in a wheelchair.

"You..." His disgusted eyes paused for a moment, and gradually turned into amazement and fear, unable to speak, and took two steps back involuntarily.

I don't know what happened behind me, the vase worth tens of thousands of gold fell, followed by a crisp shattering sound.

The torn pieces scattered on the ground, breaking the silence of the night, it was very loud, and echoed for a long time in the empty bedroom.

There was a moment of silence, leaving only a strange atmosphere.

The sharp shards emitted a cold light.

Qing Lan held her breath, not daring to move half a step, probably because of the debris at her feet.

"Hate me?"

The red lips parted slightly, and the purple figure came to Qing Lan in an instant, looking down at him with an incomparable aura and a cold and charming tone.

"...No." Qing Lan shook her head in horror, and said a word tremblingly, with such an oppressive aura that he couldn't refute it, as if his heartbeat had stopped, and he had forgotten the original intention of coming here.

"Are you scared?" Qiongying smiled suddenly, her bright red lips slightly curled up, charming and cold.

"No." Qing Lan still shook her head, that kind of smile made him feel trembling, her eyes didn't have any smile, only deep black.

"You lied." The tone was mixed with anger, and the deep phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with ice, and they were suddenly cold.