The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The sky is dark and the sky is dark, the strong confront each other, and the fighting on the battlefield has also become a foil.

There was a thunder, and the stone was shocked, and the city tower was already in ruins.

Sword shadows scattered!

The fire rises!

The Bingyi Sword belongs to the sword of the coldest, the blade is transparent and cold, and it is gradually unable to resist the high and deep fire.

With a click, the Bingyi Sword broke and turned into pieces, melting like ice, and finally dissipated.

ah!Luo Wanqing screamed, her meridians ruptured, her blood qi surged up, her phantom power faded, and she fell from midair like snowflakes.

The white gauze fluttered, the hair was scattered, the corners of the lips were stained with blood, the face was beautiful, and the once peerless elegance fell with her falling.

Nangong Chen froze slightly, then flew away, catching the touch of white.

When Luo Wanqing saw him, a trace of surprise flashed in her ashen eyes, but she was powerless to struggle.

Maybe it was because she was too tired, no one had hugged her for a long time, such a hug made her a little nostalgic and reluctant.

Scenes of the past emerged like tides, the proud daughter of the Jinli Kingdom, the daughter of the general of the East Vietnam Empire, her father's strict and loving teaching, and the encounter and acquaintance of Chen.

The first encounter with Ye Chen in the forest of Lance Academy, until the change of Jinli Palace and Ye Chen's rescue...

Everything about her was gone the moment the shadow of the cold moon appeared.

If it wasn't for Yan Dian's intervention, Jin Li could only submit to Dongyue and become Dongyue's vassal state, perhaps Chen would not hate her.

If his father hadn't died, the Luo family would not have fallen, and would still be the No. 1 family in Dongyue.

At that time, she returned to Dongyue with nothing, was defeated in the war, received all kinds of stares, and was ostracized by her family.

She endured humiliation and lived without hesitation, feeding the souls of the dead with the blood of her heart, succumbing to Xia Houjue, whom she did not love, and taking every step of her way in the royal power of Dongyue.

Six years later, she made a comeback. There should have been an undead in her hands, Ye Chen also lost her memory, Hanyue Qiongying must die, but why is the sky so unfair?

The undead disappeared, Yechen left her, Hanyue Qiongying did not die, but Xue Ke, who had been with her for more than ten years, fell into a pool of blood.

The Palace of Light cannot accommodate her, Marquis Xia seizes her chastity, and the royal family of Dongyue abandons her...

Now, even Yi Lan is dead, Bing Yi Jian has disappeared, and she has nothing left.

Jing Ao was slightly injured, and looked at Luo Wanqing calmly, he just did what he thought he should do, with a clear conscience.

Nangongchen hugged Luo Wanqing and put it down gently.

Looking at Luo Wanqing's desperate and empty eyes, he seemed to understand her despair, the despair of losing everything.

"Chen, do you still hate me?" Luo Wanqing opened her lips and looked at him with all her strength. She suddenly felt that Chen was very good-looking, and she would never tire of watching it...

"I don't hate." Nangong Chen's eyes showed sympathy and sadness. Hatred is just young and frivolous and unacceptable.

"Chen, do you still love me?" A teardrop fell from the corner of Luo Wanqing's eye, crystal clear and sad.

She and Chen met and got acquainted, but they didn't fall in love. If she had fallen in love with Chen back then, would all this have changed?

"I don't love, I don't hate, I don't love..." Nangong Chen said slowly, I don't hate, but my heart still hurts.

Luo Wanqing's eyes were dull, she neither hated nor loved, that is, strangers.

"Chen, I'd rather you hate me than be indifferent to me..."

Luo Wanqing looked at him sadly, she couldn't get enough of it, she wanted to catch the last trace of warmth, but she couldn't...

"Qing'er..."

Luo Wanqing leaned into her warm embrace, and Chen was calling her Qing'er, as if she had returned to her childhood, carefree.

Her body gradually cooled down, Nan Gongchen hugged her and left the battlefield.