The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

The man in white put his arms around the woman in red's waist, backed away like flowing clouds and flowing water, stood still flutteringly, and stretched out his hand to rub the woman's head in red: "Stupid, it's good to be a husband, who will tell you?" Did you touch other men's hands?" The voice was like jade ringing in the corridor, very pleasant.

Di Shiyin stood still, the blood on his body was almost drained, his face was almost pale to transparent, his expression was distant and clear, complex and difficult to distinguish, it was a look of extreme despair, as if he was tired of the world everything of.

He looked indifferently at the two people who appeared in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "You can't stop me." The voice was indifferent, as if telling a fact.

The man in white couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his nose, frowned slightly, and looked at him calmly: "Yes! Di Shiyin, if you insist on seeking death, we really can't stop you..."

His long and narrow dark eyes narrowed into a beautiful arc, his thin lips curled up, and he smiled leisurely: "Di Shiyin, you are the only person I hate, if you die, I can sleep peacefully. After a few years In the future, this Heavenly Court can also be incorporated into the territory of my Dragon Clan.”[

His voice was long and flat, as if he was stating a fact.

Di Shiyin slightly closed his eyes: "What does this have to do with me?"

The man in white clapped his hands, flicked his skirt, and said with a smile: "Yes, I don't think it has anything to do with you, then you go die!" He turned around and hugged the woman in red and walked: "Xuanji, let's go back ?”

Ye Xuanji looked at her husband helplessly. Since he was reborn, he has become more and more like his human nature.Free and easy, without any taboos...

She coughed and pulled out her husband's sleeve: "Wuxiang, don't you know how to weave souls?"

Hua Wuxiang yawned lazily: "So what? It's time-consuming and labor-intensive. I don't owe such a big favor to Heaven..."

Di Shiyin's originally dead eyes suddenly lit up, as if a traveler who had been thirsty for several days in the desert suddenly saw an oasis!

Couldn't help but pounced forward and grabbed Hua Wuxiang's sleeve: "Holy Master, you—you can weave souls, and people who have been disarmed can also weave them again?" Very tight, eyes fixed on Hua Wuxiang's eyes, like a drowning person staring at a piece of driftwood.

Hua Wuxiang's sleeves flicked, she broke free from his grasp, took two steps back, put a little distance away from him, and raised her eyebrows: "I said Dijun, just talk when you speak, don't talk about it, two big What did the man talk about?"

Di Shiyin: "..."

Lan Xiu: "..."

All the heavenly generals: "..."

The Heavenly Emperor stepped forward: "Thank you, Lord Wuxiang, for your help."

Hua Wuxiang smiled slightly, her smile was overwhelming, as if a spring breeze was blowing on her face: "It's easy to say. This time, the Dragon Clan can finally pay off the debt they owed earlier?" He flicked his fingertips, and a golden scale disappeared from his palm: " This is the last piece used by His Majesty. The Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Court will not owe each other any more,"

(For details about the story between Hua Wuxiang, Ye Xuanji and Tianting, please refer to "The Concubine Stealing the World: The Husband is as Fierce as a Tiger". Bleak 