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

The red candles, the wine and the food, and the words spoken, all of them are the reappearance of the past scenes, which coincide with a kind of past that can barely be said, but all things are aligned, so it is not as simple as a coincidence!

Moreover, apart from the two parties involved, no third person knows about these things——

Di Shiyin hugged her casually, and scratched her upturned nose with his fingers: "Little Feather, what do you think?"

His voice was cold, but the sound of a little feather was soul-stirring.

Feng Qingyu was completely stunned, she didn't even notice that she was in the opponent's arms, she just stared at him in a daze: "Xiang... Xiangwan..." [

Di Shiyin smiled, and kissed her soft lips: "Well, it's me."

His voice changed, it was He Xiangwan's voice back then, clear and magnetic.

"You... how could you..." Feng Qingyu felt like she was dreaming.

"I said, never to be against you in the next life." Di Shiyin whispered something in her ear, like a sigh: "And you also said that if you meet again in the next life, you will make up for it." I...Qingyu, tell me, how should you compensate you?"

Feng Qingyu's body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and her heart was in a mess, she couldn't tell what she was feeling.

She stared at him blankly, her fingers trembling slightly, trying her best to suppress all kinds of memories welling up in her heart: "You...how could you be him? He—he is your descendant?"

Di Shiyin sighed softly: "He is my wisp of soul..."

Tell her the ins and outs of that one soul reincarnation.

To Feng Qingyu, this news was like an atomic bomb, which made her unable to digest it for a while.

Di Shiyin put her on his lap, and said slowly: "Qingyu, you said, you will make it up to me, um, how do you want to make it up?"

Feng Qingyu's head was buzzing, and she subconsciously wanted to escape: "That——you said that your skill will recover after a long time?"

Di Shiyin smiled leisurely, and patted her head: "I have lost my mind power for 5000 years, so I said it will take a long time to recover."

The dizziness caused by that bomb has not yet recovered, Feng Qingyu was immediately stunned by his latest bomb, and almost didn't mention it in one breath: "Wh...what>

Di Shiyin patted her on the back, comforted her, smiled and didn't speak any more.

He knew she could hear...

It seems that he threw too many bombs in one go today, which made her stunned...

"How did you lose 5000 years of mind power?!" Feng Qingyu finally came to his senses, couldn't help but grabbed his pulse door, and carefully tested it.

The mind power on his body is about 3000 years old, and he really lost the mind power of more than 5000 years...

Di Shiyin rubbed the top of her head, but didn't answer her question, he didn't want her to know the truth, let alone make her feel guilty—[

What he wanted was her love, not the feelings of guilt...

He only said lightly: "Well, losing is losing, don't worry about how you lost. Qingyu, you promise to stay with me until I fully recover my mind power, don't go back on my word." Bleak 