The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

In Wuxin's eyes, that smile was ridicule and mockery, but she sneered in her heart, as expected of the master's desired person, they are all so extraordinary.

"Master let you in." Ye Chen's face was expressionless, but when his eyes touched the boy's exquisite face, he couldn't help but sink a little.

The boy boarded the carriage, opened the curtain carefully, entered the carriage with his head down, sat on his knees, bent down and said, "I have seen the master."

The carriage was very spacious. The girl was half a foot away from the boy. She took off her black cloak and wore a lavender brocade suit.

The phoenix eyes swept across the boy's lowered face, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

The carriage continued to move forward slowly, the speed was neither fast nor slow, and the silver silk cushion was padded inside the carriage, so it didn't feel bumpy.

The boy kept his bent posture, not daring to look directly at him, and put his folded hands on his knees, waiting for his master to speak.

"Raise your head." A very soft voice floated out.

"Yes, master." His slightly trembling eyelashes revealed his nervousness and fear.

He was sure that the person in front of him must be a shivering venerable, and his fate could only depend on a word from the person in front of him.

He raised his head slowly, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the corner of the purple clothes inlaid with gold thread.

Then there is a white and flawless child's hand, with black hair falling on the Chinese clothes, and a small body.

What came into my eyes again was a slightly rounded chin, bright red lips...

The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, shock and horror flashed in his long and narrow eyes, his hands clenched slightly, and the cloth on his knees was caught in several wrinkles.

It was an elegant and noble girl, but she was disfigured, but her dignity was not compromised at all. She was very small, even smaller than him, but she had an extraordinary bearing, which made him tremble involuntarily.

"Are you scared?" Qiongying smiled lightly, without any intention of blaming her.

"No." He tried his best not to show panic, and the enchanting aura on his thin face dissipated, leaving only pale stiffness.

"What a stubborn child." There was a hint of doting in her tone, obviously, she liked to hear his stubborn lies.

Hearing her cheerful tone, he felt that there was no better sound than this, surpassing all the music, which immediately made him relax a little.

"How old are you?" The demonic aura in her body subsided, her voice was as cold as spring water hitting a stone.

"Twelve years old." His lips curved into a smile, and his eyes seemed to reflect the most beautiful colors.

"It's a good age, would you like to come with me?" Qiong Ying asked softly.

She kind of didn't want him to die, because as long as he said no, she would destroy him without hesitation.

"Yes." His lips curved even deeper, exuding a lovely childishness, and his voice was sweet.

"What's your name?" She hasn't been in such a happy mood for a long time, and she is very satisfied with his answer.

"I don't know, others call me Ono Zhong." He shook his head in disappointment, his delicate brows were furrowed, and his red lips were tightly pressed.

"It's a very ugly name. If you want to call me sister, I'll give you a nice name."

"Really? But you are so small, you seem to be younger than me, why don't I call you sister." His long and narrow eyes were full of brilliance, shining brightly.

"Huh?" She frowned slightly, and a dangerous look flashed in her deep phoenix eyes.