Qin Luo World: Concubine Yu, Don't Play Ambiguous

Chapter 365 The Cave of Death, Dangerous Life 1
Before Yiqin could react, Li Luo was already striding forward in the distance, glaring at Feng Yuxuan with a calm face.

Thinking about who that Feng Yuxuan was, he ran as fast as he could, turning his head to meow Yiqin from time to time, and said unwillingly: "Sister Yi, I will come to you later, remember to call out the enchantress Bingfeng."

Yiqin watched Fengyu Ze go away with a funny face, and then went to meet Li Luo's embrace.

"Qin'er, you are not allowed to get so close to other men in the future." Li Luo's cold face was covered with frost, and he looked like a young daughter-in-law who was jealous.

Yiqin was sweating, this petty and domineering man.

"Did you hear that?" Seeing that Yiqin didn't reply, Li Luo's expression darkened, and he repeated.

Yiqin pursed her lips and nodded slightly, ignoring his topic in her heart.

Rolling his eyes to Li Luo's nasty look, Xiaohu shook his head disdainfully inside Yi Qin's lapel.

There are three poles in the sun, and the warmth is everywhere.

Pulled to the dining table by Li Luo, facing the table full of sumptuous delicacies, Yi Qin picked up the chopsticks and chewed unceremoniously.

Well, it's delicious, I'm really hungry after thinking about it.

While Yiqin was feasting, Li Luo said casually: "Qin'er, I didn't even know that the enchantress Bingfeng is so amazing."

An Lei was very excited and described to Li Luo the scene of Yiqin building the ice bridge that day.

Li Luo's first feeling was that something was wrong.

The time I spent with the enchantress Bingfeng was not short, and I had a good grasp of her abilities, and I felt that there was something wrong with it.

He was the one who suggested that Qin'er let the demon concubine Bingfeng build the bridge, but he never expected that it would be a huge bridge that could accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

This... the enchantress Bingfeng has this intolerance?
Er... Yiqin swallowed half of her meal, thinking in her heart whether she should tell Luo the truth.

However, this mysterious ice spar was stolen by Xiaohu, if he said it directly, Xiaohu would suffer.

If he dared to steal it from Li Luo's head, that little fox would not be skinned alive by Li Luo.

Little dear, don't tell him, we won't tell him,

At this moment, the little fox huddled in Yiqin's arms, muttering while burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

(End of this chapter)