Qiu Tong's face changed, and there was a hint of anger in her beautiful almond eyes: "Where are you, young master? Who were you before?"
Qingjun smiled and said with an indifferent expression: "They said that I was a monster who was destined to be evil and could harm my father and mother, so they threw me away. Later, I was captured by the slave owner and was taken to Chaoyang City, but
I ran away again and had no choice but to wander around Chaoyang City."
"There will definitely be many people who look down on you and beat you with whips." Qiutong murmured, falling into memories.
"Yes, Qiu Tong, how do you know?" Qingjun asked puzzledly without feeling any sadness at all.
"Who doesn't know? All slaves are like this." Qiutong snorted coldly, and then left.
Qingjun looked at her retreating figure and raised her enchanting lips slightly. All slaves are like this, so were you also like this before?
He is not a slave, he is a monster. He has always believed that he will not die a humble death because he is an evil monster with evil fate and is destined to be extraordinary.
When you see 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 makes the right choice, his destiny will be reversed. If he makes the wrong choice, he may be doomed or even die.
He will use time to prove that his choice is right.
Looking to the west, there stood a forbidding palace. It was as mysterious as its owner and could not be spied on.
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 he saw her appearance for the first time, he was shocked not only by her dignity, but also by her appearance. He 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 had met someone of the same kind, and that she was definitely more evil than him, so he began to want to stand with her.
She was so mysterious that he couldn't even see her face clearly. Every time he took a look, he couldn't get enough of her, let alone guess her thoughts.
He walked around for another week, and it was so empty that it made people nervous. Even so, he still loved this place very much, because this fortress was a symbol, and the Nether Palace was the holder of the symbol.
What about the Qingxin Palace?
Why are there only two temples, one in the east and one in the west?
He glanced to the west again, turned around and headed east.
The sky gradually darkened, and the fortress fell into mist again.
…………
The next day, the sun shone brightly, washing away the oppressive sky of 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 rode in front of him to lead the way.
This kind of scene is most common in August, when most students go to school or study, and young illusion masters emerge in large numbers in Xuantian Continent.
The maid entered the carriage lightly, sat down on her knees, saluted, and then said: "Young Master, it will take about ten days to go to Yunhai Academy. The master of Jiangxue Hall said that with your current qualifications, young master, you can pass the test."
It was a bit difficult, so the master of Jiangxue Hall forged an identity for the young master, and you are now the young master of the Jinli Kingdom's Zhujin Tower."
"I understand, you go out first."
"Yes, young master." The maid nodded, then quietly stepped out and continued driving.
Qingjun raised the curtains and watched the people coming and going on the street.