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, losing her childishness and carrying a hint of enchantment.
"Yes, I do, 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, his eyes overflowing with smiles, and he silently recited the name, Hanyue Qingjun, in his heart.
It was already dusk when we returned to the fortress, and everything was dark. Through the fog, we could vaguely see the setting sun dancing between the mountain peaks.
Qingjun looked at this place with curiosity, his eyes showing shock and panic from time to time, as well as deep confusion.
Qiongying only told her that Qingjun would be assigned to the Qingxin Hall on the east side, and then returned to the Netherworld Hall, with Ye Chen following her silently.
She had no intention of listening to this arrangement, and she, who had always been unfazed by changes, calmed down at this moment. She was given a name, a palace, and an unshakable status, just because of the similarity in appearance?
Qiutong had just returned from training the falcon, and she couldn't help but be shocked when she saw Qingjun. A young boy is so stunningly beautiful, and when he grows up, he will surely be the most beautiful girl in the world. The most shocking thing is that he looks exactly like his master.
If the owner hadn't been disfigured, wouldn't he be so stunningly beautiful that it would stun everyone's eyes.
"Who are you?" Qiu Tong was almost a head taller than him, looking at him condescendingly and asked, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
Qingjun curved his lips, raised his head slightly to meet Qiu Tong's eyes, and smiled childishly: "My name is Hanyue Qingjun, what about you?"
Hearing this, the arrogant look on Qiu Tong's face immediately faded away, replaced by shock. Han Yue Qingjun has the same surname as his master and looks similar to his master, so who is he?
The smile on Qingjun's face did not diminish, and he took two steps away, avoiding Qiu Tong's condescending eyes.
"Wuxin, who is he to the master?" Qiu Tong asked in disbelief. She had been with the master for two years and had never known that Hanyue Qingjun existed.
"I don't know." Wu Xin returned to his usual indifference, not even looking at Qiu Tong from beginning to end.
Qiu Tong snorted coldly, a vicious look flashed in his eyes. Except for his master, Wuxin never put anyone in his eyes.
Even after losing the illusion contest, she grabbed Wu Xin's neck, and Wu Xin's eyes were still cold and mocking. If Wu Xin was not the person brought back by his master, she would have killed Wu Xin long ago.
"Where is the Qingxin Palace?" Qingjun asked, looking around with doubtful eyes. The scenery here was extremely spectacular.
"Follow me." Wu Xin glanced at Qing Jun mockingly. He is such a pretentious kid. What a pity.
"Yes." Qingjun curled his lips and followed Wu Xin with brisk footsteps, as if he was just playing in the garden.
Qiutong was surprised again. Qingxin Palace? Qingjun? The master gave him the Qingxin Palace?
There are only two palaces in the fortress, and the highest residence is in the west, which is the Master Nether Palace.
Secondly, there is the Qingxin Hall in the east, which has always been vacant and no one has set foot in it. If she hadn't mentioned it today, she would have forgotten that such a palace existed.
The rest are pavilions, alchemy rooms, library rooms, exercise rooms, and execution chambers that make life worse than death.
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There had never been any female guards in the fortress, but the next day there were four more maids in the Qingxin Hall who were fifteen or sixteen years old. They were all among the most outstanding secret guards in the Palace of Hell.