The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Feeling the change in the atmosphere around him, he trembled, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked at her innocently and fearfully.

"Don't you want to?" Her voice was a little low, and her childishness faded away, with a hint of strangeness.

"Yes, I am willing, sister." He looked at her in panic and called out obediently.

"Very good, from now on you will be called... Hanyue Qingjun."

"Yes, sister." He nodded obediently, with a smile in his eyes again, silently chanting the name, Hanyue Qingjun.

It was dusk when we returned to the fort, and it was dark everywhere. Through the fog, we could vaguely see the setting sun jumping between the peaks.

Qing Jun looked at this place curiously, and his eyes showed shock and panic from time to time, as well as deep confusion.

Qiongying only confessed to arrange Qingjun in Qingxin Hall to the east, then returned to Nether Hall, Ye Chen silently followed behind her.

She didn't care to listen to this arrangement, and she, who has always been calm, now also calmed down, giving her a name, a hall, and an unshakable position, just because of her similar appearance?

Qiutong just came back from training the falcon, and she was shocked when she saw Qingjun. She is just a young boy who looks so stunning. When she grows up, she will definitely be a city and country. The most shocking thing is that she looks five points like her master. If the master hadn't been disfigured, wouldn't he be so stunning, stunning everyone's eyes.

"Who are you?" Qiu Tong was almost a head taller than him, looking down at him and asked, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.

Qingjun bent his lips, raised his head slightly to meet Qiutong's eyes, and smiled childishly: "My name is Hanyue Qingjun, how about you?"

Hearing this, the arrogance on Qiutong's face immediately faded away, replaced by shock, Hanyue Qingjun, who has the same surname as the master, and also looks like the master, so who is he?

The smile on Qingjun's face remained undiminished, and he walked away two steps, avoiding Qiutong's condescending eyes.

"Wuxin, who is he to the master?" Qiutong asked in disbelief. She had been with the master for two years and never knew that Hanyue Qingjun existed.

"I don't know." Wuxin returned to her usual indifference, and never looked at Qiutong from the beginning to the end.

Qiutong snorted coldly, with a stern look in his eyes, except for the master, Wuxin never put anyone in his eyes.

Even though she lost in the illusion contest, she grabbed Wuxin's neck, and Wuxin looked at her with cold and mocking eyes. If Wuxin wasn't brought back by the master, she would have killed Wuxin long ago.

"Where is the Palace of Qingxin?" Qing Jun asked, looking around for a week with suspicious eyes, the scenery here is extremely spectacular.

"Follow me." Wuxin gave Qing Jun a sarcasm, he is really a pretentious child, what a pity.

"Yes." Qingjun bent his lips, and followed Wuxin with brisk steps, as if he was just playing in the garden.

Qiutong was surprised again, Qingxindian?Qingjun?The master bestowed the Palace of Devotion to him?

There are only two halls in the fortress, and the highest residence is on the west side, which is the Nether Hall of the Master.

The second is the Qingxin Hall in the east, which has been vacant and no one has set foot there. If she hadn't mentioned it today, she would have forgotten that there was such a hall.

The rest are pavilions, pharmacy refining rooms, book storage pavilions, kung fu rooms, and torture rooms that make life worse than death.

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There have never been maids in the fortress, but the next day there were four more fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids in the Qingxin Hall.