The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"If the history of Yanfeng and Dongyue didn't repeat itself, I might not have to come here." Wu Yue frowned, because there was no reason to come here.

"What do you mean?" Qingjun frowned, with a hint of doubt.

"You don't need to worry about it, I just hope that the present world will be stable, and she will no longer be attached to the past." Wu Yue looked at the palace in the distance, and left resolutely.

"Wait a minute, how do you know?" Qing Jun immediately stopped Wu Yue and asked in a cold voice.

"It's a coincidence." Wu Yue made a fool of himself, and Nan Xu's monarch and queen asked him personally with the portraits. It was difficult for him to know.Of course, he didn't say it, because only in this way can he grasp the handle of Qingjun.

"Who else knows?" Qing Jun asked in a low voice, his tone much better.

"Are you going to kill everyone who knows?" Wu Yue suddenly smiled cunningly.

"At least I can't kill you, can I?" Qing Jun gritted his teeth a bit.

"I have not forgotten that when I was in Nanxu Underground Palace, you drove me to death." Wu Yue snorted coldly, Qingjun was definitely more ruthless than Helian Jiuge, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to bite back.

"Don't forget, if she hadn't been trapped in Nanxu's underground palace, maybe she would have gone to Zifeng City, maybe Feng Feili wouldn't have died, so do you still want to keep her?" Qingjun questioned.

Wu Yue was speechless, fortunately he couldn't stop her at that time, otherwise she might be an enemy when they met today, so would Qiongying take revenge on Nan Xu?

"Who killed Feng Feili?" Although all the blame was pointed at Dongyue, he felt that it was not that simple.

"You tell me, and I'll tell you." Qing Jun put forward the conditions.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, your portrait fell into the hands of Monarch Nan Xu, but he hasn't confirmed if it's you yet." Wu Yue said bluntly.

The implication is that, yes or no, it all depends on his words.

"How could there be a portrait?!" Qing Jun's face changed, it's impossible!No one will know!Impossible to recognize him!

"I heard that it was the portrait sent by Heliantian." Wu Yue didn't hide anything, he believed that Monarch Nanxu would track it down soon, would Qiongying let Jun Qing leave?

"He Liantian again? I might as well tell you that Feng Feili was not killed by people from the East Vietnam Empire. All of this was planned by Nan Xu Heliantian. If you and Feng Feili are old friends, should you do it for him? Revenge?" Qingjun asked with a half-smile, he was the first to want Heliantian to die!

Wu Yue was not too shocked. Those who could kill Feng Feili were just a few people. One was the rebellion within the Feng clan, but they would not be so stupid as to rebel in the face of a national crisis; The poisonous hands of the Xiahou clan; the third is the silent and colorless Nanxu Helian clan.

Finally, Wu Yue and the people from Guangming Palace left the palace.

At this time, it was already dusk.

Qingjun didn't even pick up the sword on the ground, and went straight to the palace to the west.

"Young master, what's the matter?" Caiyi stopped Qingjun, lowered her head and asked politely, without any neglect.

"Where is she?" Qing Jun asked in a cold voice with his eyes fixed on Cai Yi like an ice cone.

"Honorable Master is in the bedroom." Caiyi replied.

"Ye Chen is here too?" Qing Jun's expression was gloomy.

Caiyi was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, nodded and replied: "Yes."

Qing Jun's gaze became gloomy, and his tone became gloomy: "What's the matter with Ye Chen?"

"It's probably nothing, the lord just let his subordinates pass on the meal." She didn't know what happened, but it was normal for the lord to summon Ye Chen, so there was nothing surprising about it.

Qingjun glanced at Caiyi inquiringly, even though she didn't dare to lie: "Then you go down."

"Yes." Caiyi hurried away.

Qingjun returned to his bedroom, planning how to seal Wu Yue's mouth and kill all threats to him.

Suddenly seeing Jiang Xue standing upright by the door, it is undeniable that Jiang Xue is very conscientious.

"Has the lord asked about me recently?"

"My lord never asks about you, young lord." Jiang Xue replied like a loyal subordinate.

Qingjun was full of anger, implying that he never cared about him anymore?

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