The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"No comment." Wu Xin still said the same thing.

Lulan couldn't bear to see, the anger in her heart surged up, and she glared at Wuxin: "This child is half dead, so pitiful, you still won't let my lady rescue him, and I don't know if your master will abuse this child!"

Wuxin's breath cooled down, and he took two steps forward to approach Lulan, and a warm voice sounded: "No one can blame my master for doing things, let alone you, a lowly maid!"

Lulan was startled, and staggered back two steps, obviously lacking confidence, she opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

The people around were taken aback, the tone was so cold, the words were so domineering, and they were too arrogant.

Jing Ao looked at the black wooden carriage, and said very politely: "Well, why don't you let your master show his face and discuss the ownership of this child."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked forward to it, who is the owner of this defiant girl?

Even the girl in the Xueyin carriage was a little curious, her eyebrows were raised, her white and flawless hands were waiting for the curtain to be lifted.

Wu Xin said sarcastically: "My master has to come forward to solve this trivial matter, so what's the use of master keeping me?"

These words not only refuted Jing Ao, but also secretly ridiculed Lu Lan for being useless.

Jing Ao's face was embarrassed, he and Chen were both stopped talking one after another, it can only show that this girl is too sharp-tongued.

Lulan's face turned red with anger, the girl's implication was that she couldn't even solve such a trivial matter, so what's the use of her.

"Your master wants this child, but has he ever asked if the child is willing?" Nangong Chen looked at Wuxin coldly. He admired the girl's courage, but he couldn't bear it if she was too courageous.

Wuxin curled her lips coldly, so what if she wants to?This child is not qualified to say whether he is willing or not.

Jing Ao stood up and said: "How about this, let this kid decide where he wants to go, choose which side to go to, or go to neither."

"This is a good way. If the child doesn't like my lady, my lady will not make things difficult." Lulan is full of confidence, she just coaxes the child, this kind of lowly beggar, as long as he is given a little food, he can do whatever he wants .

Passers-by all agreed with this decision, especially commoners, most of them have no rights to speak of, and those nobles can make you never recover with a single word.

Wuxin's face was cold, she was such a Dongfang Jingao, one word put her at a disadvantage, although she rejected the child in her heart, but the master said she wanted the child, so she had to send the child to the master.

The boy was still supported by guards, his hair was disheveled, his ragged coarse clothes could barely cover his body, his bare hands and feet had many scars, his face was stained, his lips and chin were stained with blood, the only thing he could see clearly was his pair of bright eyes , slightly curved, long and narrow, with a very beautiful shape.

Lulan came to the little boy, took out a handkerchief and wiped the boy's blood, and said softly: "Sir, my name is Lulan, would you like to go with me or with that veiled sister?"

The boy looked at Lulan and then at Wuxin, with confusion and longing in his eyes, as well as vigilance that didn't match his age.

Wuxin still looked at the little boy with a cold face, and said in her usual cold tone to others: "My master wants to see you."

The boy trembled, struggle flashed in his eyes, he knew that the decision now would change his life.