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

Luo Qingyu laughed again: "Then Lord Yanchi also agrees with my opinion?"

Yan Chi: "..."

She also smiled slightly: "Qing Lan, what you said is naturally reasonable, I also hate people who are good at pretending..."

Luo Qingyu didn't expect her to be so thick-skinned, so she couldn't help but smile: "It turns out that Lord Yanchi also hates this kind of people. This is a bit beyond my expectation. I don't know if Lord Yanchi has heard an idiom called ' A thief shouting 'stop thief'?"

Every sentence in her words meant something, even though Yan Chi was thick-skinned and calm-tempered, she was a little restless at this moment. [

The pretty face sank: "Qing Lan, what do you mean by that?!"

Luo Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "It's the literal meaning, does Lord Yanchi know another meaning?"

Yan Chi, who was stuck in a sentence, had a pretty face with blue and white intertwined, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to refute to appear magnanimous and decent.

Pursing her lips, she suddenly grabbed Di Shiyin's arm: "Shiyin, look, this little girl has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

Suddenly, the nephrite jade Wen Xiang approached his upper body, Di Shiyin's body stiffened slightly, and he said lightly: "Why do you have to engage in this useless verbal dispute with others?" He didn't push Yan Chi's hand away.

Luo Qingyu's eyes flicked over their hooked arms, and her heart felt as if someone had stabbed her again, and it hurt so badly!

That should have been her patent, but now it has become another woman's show off...

A sense of powerlessness suddenly surged in my heart.

Di Shiyin, you forgot that you said that I am your only one, you forgot that you said that we will stay together forever, you forgot that you said that no matter how difficult it is, you will hold my hand and go on, you also forgot that no matter what Wherever, no matter what, I love you.I forgot my self-esteem, and also my pride...

I want to hold on to it, but I don’t know how long I can hold it, and I don’t know how long I can carry it (cough cough, this paragraph is taken from a netizen’s short commentary with thousands of miles of paper)

I'm really tired--

She didn't want to see the two of them standing side by side, cuddling each other.

Pulling Lan Xiu's hand: "Shangxian Lan Xiu, let's go. Didn't you say you want to take me to hell?"

Her small hands were soft, with some callouses on the palms, and when she held Lan Xiu's palms together, Lan Xiu's heart fluttered inexplicably, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.

In his heart, he felt that this was wrong, especially in front of Di Shiyin.

If Di Shiyin keeps losing his memory, that's all. Once he regains his memory, remembering this scene, I'm afraid it will kill him——

However, her little hands were too soft, and the sadness deep in her eyes made his heart ache, and he couldn't bear to let go of her little hands.

Pausing for a while, he nodded slightly to Di Shiyin: "Dijun, you can do whatever you want, let's say goodbye first." He walked away holding Luo Qingyu's hand.

Di Shiyin didn't speak, and watched them leave. [

The wind is slightly cold, but the manjusawa are still blooming, and the red petals are flying, floating in the air, reflecting the pair of figures who are getting farther and farther away, as beautiful as a painting.

For some reason, he felt that the picture was a bit harsh and made him feel a little uncomfortable... Bleak 