The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Zifeng City was in chaos, and a large number of subjects fled out of the city in panic.

In midsummer, the white tea leaves are in full bloom, and the city is full of highlights, just like a snow scene in a prosperous age.

At the beginning of July, the coquettish red lotus blooms for the first time, and the pool is full of strange fragrance, red like weeping blood.

The interlacing of white and red enveloped the entire Zifeng City, which was strange and charming.

Both civilians and nobles fled Zifeng City in panic.

Four days later, Jing Ao and others finally arrived at the border town of Zifeng City.

"What's going on?" Qing Lan's eyes were full of disbelief. In just half a month, Zifeng City had almost become a deserted city.

It was bleak, and the only thing left was the pure white tea leaves, which were flourishing, filled to the extreme, and beautifully blurred.

Nangong Chen and the others were also full of astonishment, their expressions were heavy, and there was a faint sense of bad premonition.

"What happened in the city?" Jing Ao stopped a civilian man and asked.

The man looked at Jing Ao vigilantly, seeing these people's aura, he was terrified, and begged for mercy: "Your Excellency, please forgive me, I don't know anything, please spare me."

"I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately. What happened? Why did you leave Zifeng City?" Jing Ao became more worried, and his tone of question became a bit tougher.

"Everyone ran away, and the little ones had to follow suit. I heard that this tumi had never opened so strangely. The palace caught fire and many people died. Even His Royal Highness Feili was killed in that fire. The fire kept burning. Indestructible, it has been burning for three days, and it can’t be extinguished no matter what, I heard that there is still a magic sound, the wizard prophesied that the disaster will come to Zifeng City, and said that it is the soul of His Highness Feili..."

Hearing this, Jing Ao and the others were struck by lightning. They couldn't believe what they heard. The palace caught fire and His Highness Feili died...

"The little one is just hearsay, please spare the villain's life." The man saw that several people ignored him, so he ran away immediately and continued to run for his life.

Jiu Ge's expression froze, even though he knew it was late, he still rushed over without giving up.

Feng Feili almost died at his hands many times.But at this moment, he didn't want Feng Feili to die, nor could he imagine Feng Feili's death.

Feng Feili was killed by his Helian tribe, it was the same as him killing Feng Feili, he couldn't imagine what would happen if Qiongying found out.

Jing Ao and Jing Hao's faces were pale, and their hearts were cold. They and Feng Feili were not only classmates and friends, but also life and death friends.

"Squeak!" The kitten woke up startled, his eyes were no longer sleepy as usual, but filled with frost and sadness, his body suddenly fell to the ground, and headed into the city as fast as lightning.

Jing Ao and the others immediately caught up with the kitten and headed towards the palace recklessly.

The oncoming white tidbits are like a snow-colored funeral, full of sadness.

"What will the master do when he finds out?" Wuxin murmured to himself, with a sad brow between his brows, and pushed aside the flying tidbits in annoyance.

He looked up at the gloomy sky, collected his emotions, and headed to Yanfeng Palace. The master will definitely go there when he finds out.

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In the center of the royal city.

For three days and three nights, the flames soared into the sky.

The thousand-year-old palace of the ancient country was engulfed in flames.The millennium foundation, all the glory of the past have been burned away.

The sky above the palace seemed to be dyed red, and everyone's eyes reflected the blood-red fire, which was extremely dazzling.

Along the perimeter of the moat, there is no living thing, except Tumi and Honglian, who are not afraid of the fire and bloom enchantingly.

The tidbits are all over the sky, quiet and ethereal, there is not even the sound of burning, only the melodious flute sound echoing, dancing with the tidbits.

After listening carefully, it can be heard that it is a nocturne.