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

Her complexion turned cold, and she was about to exert some strength to make a bloody gash on Feng Qingyu's neck, but unexpectedly, Feng Qingyu stretched out a snow-white and delicate finger and flicked the Hidden Sword: "Do you want to use this sword?" Threatening me with scrap metal?"

She obviously just flicked it lightly, like a child hitting a glass ball, but Qing Huan's wrist shook violently, and the Hidden Sword in her hand flew into the air with a whoosh!It swayed in the air, then fell off the cliff...

Qing Huan was dumbfounded, took two steps back, and looked at the little baby in disbelief: "You...you..."

Is this really the little servant boy?

She actually flicked away the Hidden Sword of her Sanxian with just one finger! [

Feng Qingyu clapped her hands, flicked the snowflakes on her little robe, ignored her, turned around and walked towards the gate of Melting Snow Valley.

How to entertain Qing Huan is Di Shiyin's business, and has nothing to do with her. She doesn't want to be a bridge for them to meet, nor an obstacle for them.

She'd better finish her own business first, and then go back to sleep.

"You... who are you?" Qing Huan called out from behind her, this pink and tender little guy who looked like a ginseng fruit was definitely not as simple as a servant boy.

"Who I am has nothing to do with you." Feng Qingyu replied lightly, turned around and performed a spell, and entered the gate of Melting Snow Valley.

Seeing her break through the barrier, Qing Huan wanted to follow her in.

Her movements could not be described as unpleasant, and it could not be said that they were not violent, but unexpectedly, the barrier that was clearly broken closed in an instant, and she bumped her head against the barrier!

It felt as if she had bumped into pig iron. Stars stared into her eyes, she kicked back a few steps, and sat on the ground with a plop...

........................

The bamboo building is still that bamboo building, and the house is still that house.

Feng Qingyu paused for a while downstairs, then went directly upstairs, the light of the night pearl in the corridor was emitting a soft light, this scene was very familiar, it made her feel dazed for a moment...

Too many things happened in this bamboo building, and scenes flashed in front of my eyes.

Her first time, her big wedding, he had held her hand and shuttled through this bamboo building countless times...

What he used to like most was walking with her fingers intertwined, or sometimes he thought she was walking slowly, so he just bent over and hugged her.

And she hugged his neck, and let him hug her all over the world, all over the world with a smile...

There was a slight movement in her heart, and she felt a strange feeling, which she couldn't tell what it was like.

She shook her head, shaking away the chaotic memories again, relying on an instinctive memory, she pushed open the door where Di Shiyin usually lived.

The moonlight shone obliquely into the door, and the scene inside the house was unobstructed.

The furnishings in the house are simple and elegant, which is the style she once liked. [

Under the light of the faint night pearl, his slender body was half hidden in the shadow of the bed curtain, as if standing between darkness and light...

Feng Qingyu paused for a moment, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, why didn't anyone stay in front of him?

He meditates here alone, as if someone disturbs him, I'm afraid it will harm his body... Bleak 