The Girl in the Iron Cage: Lazy Little Beast Fei

Di Shiyin's body froze a bit! As if I was thrown in a basin of cold water, my **** suddenly disappeared without a trace, and a pair of dark eyes flashed a little light!

wrong! The woman in my arms is wrong! The tone is wrong, the name is wrong, and the feeling of holding in your arms is not right!

Although the body is still that body, the soul inside--

The palm of his hand clasped the back of the woman in his arms, and a white light flickered out. He called “Luo Qingyu” in his arms, his face turned white, and his body collapsed in his arms.

And in his palm, he held a light white soul with a faint light, a beautiful and elegant face, pure black eyes, shallow red lips--

This strand of soul is very beautiful, even more beautiful than Luo Qingyu now.

What's more, the fairy spirit is a fairy's soul ...

Yan Chi! Luo Qingyu's body was actually his good friend Yan Chi!

Just now, she was drinking with the gods, and she was so overwhelmed that she quit halfway, but she did not expect that she would now be attached to Luo Qingyu!

Di Shiyin reached out and looked at Luo Qingyu's face, his face suddenly changed!

The palms of his hands tightened, and Yan Chi's soul yelled, "It hurts ..."

She made a living in his palm, opened some confused eyes, as if just waking up, still a little confused: "Release ... release ... you ..."

"How are you here ?! Where is Aoha ?! What about her soul?"

The expression of Di Shiyin's face was not ordinary ugly, and anger was flowing in his eyes, staring at Yan Chi tightly.

Yan Chi shivered again: "I ... I don't know--"

"Don't you know ?! You don't know how to get on her?" The sound of the storm sounded in the sound of Di Shiyin's voice, which made the temperature of the room that was originally warm like spring suddenly drop by several degrees.

"I—I really do n’t know. I drink a lot, and walk in a vain footstep. I went to the guest room and wanted to go to sleep. I did n’t know how to get here. I dreamed of ... and worshiped you ... Yan Chi raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, looking blank.

When Di Shiyin's palm was turned over, Yan Chi's soul fell to the ground, and she stood firm: "Say—you—you don't believe me?"

Di Shiyin gave her a cold look: "Yan Chi, I have always been your friend, you better not do anything that is sorry to me! Otherwise, you can't afford it!"

Yan Chi's face changed slightly, her soul was able to form and look like a real person.

She slowly clenched her fingers and stared at him with a pair of eyes: "Release, I repeat, I really don't know what's going on ... Our many years of friendship, you should know me, I am a phoenix How could a tribe's princess get through with a mortal? You-don't you want our friendship for a mortal? "

Her voice was slightly trembling, obviously sad and angry, but she stood upright and dignified and didn't leave at all. She still looked like a noble lady.

Emperor Shiyin turned back suddenly, and there was a touch of indifference and sharpness in the dark eyes.