The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The battlefield was full of blood and blood, and the smell of blood mixed with sand and dust almost made people sick.

There were countless casualties, and the lives of soldiers were like dust in the hands of the living dead, killing with one blow.

Qingjun was being chased by two living dead men, and wanted to leave the battlefield, but he couldn't see the direction. He felt a little regretful about his impulse just now, but his attack was even more ruthless, and whoever stood in his way died!

Suddenly, a cold wind hit, wrapped in sharp icicles, blowing away the oncoming sand and dust, cooling the air, the sand and dust gradually dispersed, and the sight gradually became clearer.

Qing Jun suddenly stopped, she came?

The living dead had already caught up, attacking Qingjun one after the other, and the profound phantom power made the air vibrate.

Qing Jun was startled, it was too late to dodge, so he had no choice but to give it a go, his enchanting lips curled up, and a large area of ​​flames immediately bloomed around him.

The two living dead seemed to have not seen the flames, and they came stepping on the flames, their dry and stiff hands were as fast as lightning.

At the critical moment, the flames were suddenly extinguished, the temperature plummeted, the blood on the ground coagulated, and icicles grew.

A sharp cold wind swept across, and with two bang bangs, the two living dead were thrown ten feet away.

Before Qing Jun could react, he suddenly fell into an embrace, and she hugged her tightly. He smelled her breath, cold and mysterious, it was her.

Qing Jun was ecstatic, it was she who came, and was about to reach out to hug her tightly, but he froze suddenly, and his smile froze.

"Lingjun, don't be afraid..."

The flames of war raged, and the voice was buried in the sound of fighting.

The sand and dust dissipated, as if the fog had been lifted, and the vision was finally clear.

Qingjun's face was pale, and he leaned stiffly on her shoulder, looking at the killing ahead in horror, and what caught his eyes was blood and scarlet.

He could hear her clearly, her voice was so soft and tender like never before.

But her embrace was so cold, without a trace of warmth, it was so cold that he fell into an ice cave, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

He wants to say, who is Lingjun?I am Qingjun.

There was no trace of blood on his pale lips, and in the end, he didn't say anything. He was too scared to speak.

In the middle of the battlefield, there seemed to be only two people embracing each other, purple clothes, red clothes, and black hair entangled.

Wuxin and the others looked at the center of the battlefield, feeling suffocated, is Qingjun injured?

"Master." Ye Chen and the others came immediately and greeted in a low voice.

Qiongying was indifferent, and suddenly the phoenix eyes opened, deep and dark, only endless black, returning to peace.Immediately, he let go of Qingjun and stared at him intently for a moment.

Qingjun's face was pale, her eyes were full of panic, reflecting her shadow, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak for a long time.

"Qingjun, are you injured?" She was as cold and charming as before, her voice was as soft as ever, and it disappeared in an instant.

"...No." Qing Jun shook his head stiffly, his fingertips were cold, he was not injured, but very cold, bitingly cold.

"Let's go back then." Qiong Ying said lightly, retracting her gaze.

"Okay." Qing Jun nodded stiffly, followed her footsteps, bypassed the corpses on the ground, and headed towards the tower.

Ye Chen and the others had different expressions, silently following behind Qiongying.

Feng Feili came and looked at the people suspiciously. Except for Qiong Ying, they all seemed a little strange, especially Qing Jun, who seemed a little pale.

"Qiongying, do you want to go to the tower to watch the battle, or go back to the palace?" Finally, Feng Feili looked at her and asked in a warm voice.

Qiongying didn't answer, looked sideways at Qingjun, and said: "Qingjun, your breath is not good, go back to the palace first."

Qing Jun shook his head quickly, a little at a loss: "No, no, I'm fine, I don't want to go back, don't let me go back."

Qiongying hesitated for a moment, then acquiesced: "Go to the tower."