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

Lan Xiu sighed secretly, and bowed his hands to Di Shiyin in salute: "Why did the emperor come here?"

Di Shiyin said calmly, "I just came to the underworld to do something. You..."

His eyes turned slightly on Luo Qingyu, and then fell on Lan Xiu, his eyes were sharp: "Who are you?"

Lan Xiu just smiled slightly: "Xiaxian took her out to relax. It made the emperor laugh."

He glanced at Luo Qingyu again, lest she would get agitated—[

But he obviously worried too much. Although Luo Qingyu's face was pale, his eyes were so dark that they were transparent, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips. He stood there without saying a word.

Yan Chi's eyes flashed, he stepped forward to salute Lan Xiu, and said with a slight smile: "Master, this is the first time this disciple has seen you take care of the servant boy so much, so as to make him jealous."

Her tone was gentle, with a touch of coquettishness, obviously joking.

Lan Xiujun blushed faintly, coughed and said, "She's a girl, and she just became a fairy, so she should take care of her more as a teacher."

Yan Chi chuckled and blinked his eyes: "So that's the case. Hehe, but the disciple is also a girl, but I haven't seen the master take care of him like this..."

Lan Xiu was not good at words in the first place, and his handsome face turned even redder: "This... this, she...she..."

A cold voice added: "It's easy for Fairy Yan Chi to take care of you like this, and she just needs to get a fat beating. I think your master will feel pity for you even more."

The voice was cold and crisp, like a silver bell blowing by the wind, it was Luo Qingyu.

Yan Chi was suffocated, almost choked by her and couldn't answer a word.

After a moment of pause, she sighed softly: "So your real name is Qing Lan, Qing Lan, don't resent Dijun, after all, disturbing the Heavenly Court is not a small crime, Dijun just punished you, which is already considered a crime." It's for the sake of Master Lanxiu. Well, are your injuries healed? I still have a bottle of anti-scar ointment here, which is most effective for treating stick injuries."

A light flashed in her palm, and a bottle of ointment appeared out of thin air, and she handed it to Luo Qingyu.

Pack!You just pretend!

The gentle and magnanimous appearance is really painful to see!

Should she take this bottle of ointment or not?

She will feel aggrieved if she picks it up, and if she doesn't pick it up-it seems like she is stingy...

Luo Qingyu's eyes flickered slightly, and she leaned over to pick a manjusawa, and blew it lightly, the petals scattered, her smile was more eye-catching than this manjusawa: "There are also people who show fox tails even if they don't pretend anymore." Sometimes, no matter how big the trap is, there will always be traces to be found. Don’t you think so? Lord Yanchi?”

Yan Chi's face changed slightly: "You..."

Luo Qingyu smiled leisurely: "What? I'm not right? Could it be that Yan Chi Shenjun thinks that people who can pretend can always pretend to be able to pretend and not be punctured? Or does he think that the trap will not be seen through?"

Yan Chi: "..." This time she was confused, not knowing whether to answer 'yes' or 'no'. [

After a short pause, she finally answered a few words: "Of course not."

Luo Qingyu laughed again: "That means that Yan Chi Shenjun also agrees with the following point of view?" Bleak 