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

Yunkong looked up to the sky and smiled: "God Shiyin, we know that we are not your opponent, but if you forcefully take away our Phoenix Emperor today, the next immortal will have to commit suicide to apologize to the Fenghuang family!"

He pointed his sword falsely at the gate of his life, as if he would stab it at any time.

The other seven elders froze, looked at each other, imitated, and pointed their weapons at their gates of life, and said in unison: "If God Shiyin insists on going his own way, we can only wait in front of Feng Huang. Apologize to death!"

After saying these few words, they also broke out in sweat.

Unexpectedly, the eight elders of the majestic Phoenix Clan would want to imitate that shrew and force the opponent to die... [

Di Shiyin didn't expect them to sing like this, he naturally has no feelings for the eight elders, their life and death have nothing to do with him.

But—they are Qingyu's relatives at this moment, if I force them to death, I'm afraid Qingyu will hate him even more—

How could he get his wife back?

He lowered his head and glanced at Little Phoenix, who was looking at him angrily with his dark eyes.

It probably knew that it couldn't escape the opponent's palm even if it struggled, so it stood firm and said, "Di-Shi-Yin!"

It said word by word: "If the eight uncles have good or bad things, I will never forgive you even if I die!"

Its voice is delicate and cold, but its words are like knives: "Do you rely on your ability to suppress people? Do you know that you are annoying like this?"

Di Shiyin: "..."

"Qingyu, do you hate me now?" He asked in a low voice, and there seemed to be a touch of pain in the bottom of his black eyes.

But Little Phoenix didn't look at him anymore, opened his pointed mouth and spit out a word: "Yes!"

Di Shiyin's body froze, and his fingers loosened slightly. The little phoenix took the opportunity to flap its wings and fly away from his palm, and flew directly into Lan Xiu's arms: "Master!"

Lan Xiu hugged it, couldn't help but glanced at Di Shiyin, seeing him standing there quietly, seemed to be a bit - out of his wits...

Lan Xiu shook his head, was he dazzled?

How could someone as powerful as Di Shiyin lose his mind?

"Master..." the little phoenix in his hand called him again, and rubbed the tip of his mouth against Lan Xiu's palm.

Lan Xiu's palm was itchy from being rubbed by it, and his heart softened into a ball: "A Chi, what's wrong?"

Little Phoenix yawned lazily: "Master, I'm sleepy, take me to rest, okay?"

Lan Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that the words were ambiguous, and then shook his head. It is still a little phoenix that just hatched, so what's so ambiguous about it?

Besides n years ago, when he was Xiao Yanchi's master, the little guy would throw himself into his arms when he was sleepy after practicing, and let him take him to rest. [

Of course, it was sent back to her boudoir...

Its current memory will not be before Nirvana, right?

So I don't remember Di Shiyin, I only remember him and the Eight Great Elders...

"Okay, I'll take you to rest first." Lan Xiu had no choice but to agree, and then looked at the little phoenix in his palm. It simply nestled in his hand, with its head nestled against his thumb, eyes slightly closed, and had already begun to doze off. Bleak Bleak 