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

Feiyue finally returned to Mount Luojia, but she was tied up with invisible ropes.

She was tied up in a sedan chair, and this sedan chair had no curtains, so she could see everything that happened outside her clearly and plainly.

Underfoot is the allied army of demons and demons rolling with demonic clouds, and opposite is the Zilian sect who is steaming with immortal energy.

The two armies confronted each other, and the shiny magic weapon made the sun and the moon darken.

Di Shiyin was still in his white robe, and the white jade mask on his face was shining faintly in the sunlight. [

He stood there with his hands behind his back, and everything around him became a backdrop for him: "Feng Xiaoxun, you are finally here!"

Feng Xiaoxun looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Di Shiyin, you really are not dead! You are so pretentious, don't you just want me to come?"

Di Shiyin also smiled: "Feng Xiaoxun, I won't die if you haven't died yet. Your ability to shrink a turtle's shell is very good. If not, how could you obediently send it to your door?"

"Uh—so, you purposely faked your death under this woman's hand to lure me out?"

Feng Xiaoxun suddenly pointed at Feiyue who was tied there.

Fei Yue's body trembled slightly, and now, she finally believed that Di Shiyin was really not dead, and it wasn't someone from the Demon Realm who was lying to her.

She didn't know what it was like in her heart, she just stared blankly at Di Shiyin who was opposite.

Did that knife really have no effect on him at all?

Di Shiyin's indifferent eyes swept over Feiyue, and he said lightly: "This seat is just doing tricks. Her bit of Taoism..."

He didn't say any more, but anyone could understand what his last sentence meant.

Fei Yue lowered her head, feeling miserable in her heart.

It turns out that everything is just that she directed a play like a clown...

Feng Xiaoxun snorted coldly: "But this stupid woman never forgets you! Because you are still crying over your death..."

Feiyue was so embarrassed that she wanted to get into the ground, but she couldn't move when she was tied there, she could only lower her head even lower...

A joke, she really was a joke!

Di Shiyin was too lazy to look at Feiyue again this time, and said calmly: "Feng Xiaoxun, since you're here this time, let's just let us see the real chapter once! What are you talking nonsense about?"

Feng Xiaoxun laughed wildly: "Nonsense?! Do you think these are nonsense?! Di Shiyin, this silly woman said she loves you! What about you? You have been with her before, don't you have any sympathy?"

Fei Yue was even more embarrassed, her whole body was as cold as if she had been thrown into an ice hole.

She simply closed her eyes, not wanting to face this extremely embarrassing scene. [

"Love of incense? Love?" Di Shiyin's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Feng Xiaoxun, you haven't been caught in your mind? How could I fall in love with a little demon?"

"Hahaha, it seems that this stupid woman is really being passionate!" Feng Xiaoxun cast a sideways glance at Feiyue who was almost shrunk into a ball, and cruelly sprinkled a handful of salt on her wound again. Bleak Bleak 