The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Qiutong's face changed, and there was a hint of anger in her beautiful almond eyes: "What about you, young master? Who were you before?"

Qingjun smiled, and said indifferently: "They said that I was a monster, and I was hit with evil, and my father and mother were restrained, so they threw me away. After that, I was arrested by the slave master and taken to Chaoyang City. I ran away again, so I had to wander around in Chaoyang City."

"There must be many people who look down on you and beat you with a whip." Qiutong murmured, lost in memory.

"Yes, Qiutong, how do you know?" Qingjun asked puzzledly without feeling any sadness.

"Who doesn't know? All slaves are like this." Qiutong snorted coldly and left.

Qingjun looked at her going away figure, his enchanting lips were slightly raised, all slaves are like this, so was you also like this in the past?

He is not a slave, he is an evildoer, he has always believed that he will not die humblely, because he is an evil evildoer, destined to be extraordinary.

After seeing through the ugliness of the world, you will understand that only by climbing high enough can you look down on those who once looked down on you.

Then he still needs an opportunity, and waits for an opportunity to appear. If he chooses right, his fate will be reversed. If he chooses wrong, he may be doomed, or even die.

He will use time to justify his choice.

Looking to the west, there stands a daunting palace, which is as mysterious as its owner and cannot be prying.

Everyone in the fortress is not simple. He has been here for a month, and he doesn't even know the name of its owner.

When I saw her appearance for the first time, I was shocked not only because of her dignity, but also because of her appearance. I also knew the reason why she asked him to call her sister.

Does she look like him, or does he look like her?

He was thinking that maybe he met the same kind, and she was definitely more enchanting than him, so he began to want to stand with her.

She was so mysterious that he couldn't even see her face clearly, he couldn't get enough of her every time he glanced at her, let alone guessing her thoughts.

He surveyed for another week, and it was so empty that it made people feel flustered. Even so, he still loved it very much, because this fortress was a symbol, and the Nether Palace was the ruler of the symbol.

So what about the Hall of Desire?

Why are there only two halls, one east and one west?

Glancing west again, he turned and headed east.

The sky gradually darkened, and the fortress fell into a mist again.

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The next day, the sun was shining brightly, washing away the oppressive sky yesterday, the sky was clear and white clouds were thousands of miles away.

Chaoyang City.

A luxurious carriage drove slowly towards the city gate. The drivers were two young girls of fifteen or sixteen years old. A man in black was leading the way on a horse.

This kind of scene is the most common in August, most of them are students going to school or going to study, and young illusionists come out in large numbers in Xuantian Continent.

The maid entered the carriage lightly, sat on her knees, saluted, and then said, "Young master, it will take about ten days to go to Yunhai Academy. Master Jiangxue said that with your current qualifications, young master, you can pass the test." It was a bit difficult, so hall master Jiangxue forged an identity for the young master, young master, you are now the young master of Jinli Kingdom Zhuijin Tower."

"I see, you go out first."

"Yes, young master." The maid nodded, then walked out sideways lightly, and continued to drive.

Qing Jun raised the curtains and watched the people coming and going on the street.