Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 15
Before Di Xian'er left, she looked back at Di Jiu, her eyes were full of worry, she smiled slightly, and left.

At the entrance of Ziyang Palace, Li Yuan was standing there, and Di Hong met him when he came out.

"emperor."

Di Hong looked at the gentle and elegant man in front of him, his indifferent gaze faded a bit, "This time it happened because I didn't protect him well, so Li Yuan should not be angry with me for this."

Li Yuan took a step back and cupped his hands, "No, if the eldest prince hadn't appeared in time, Li Yuan wouldn't be able to stand here intact now. I really admire the emperor for being able to teach such an excellent prince."

The emperor smiled, a little proudly, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

If you want to say why Emperor Hong is so polite to Li Yuan, it must also be attributed to Li Yuan's intelligent head and unpredictable martial arts. He must win over such a talent.

Di Jiu leaned against the pillar at the entrance of the hall, smiled evilly with his chest in his arms, and blew a hooligan whistle.

Li Yuan looked back and looked at the man standing there covered by the moonlight from a distance. At this moment, he still looked slightly uncomfortable.

"How does the master of the country know that His Highness didn't come to you for something?"

Li Yuan smiled like a gentle Clivia.

"No matter what the reason for going to Huaxu Palace, Li Yuan thinks that the First Prince heard the sound of fighting and went to rescue him."

Di Jiu narrowed his eyes, looking at the red mark on the side of Li Yuan's cheek, which was left by the fight just now.

It was also such a shallow red mark, after following him for many years, on a good face, there was an ugly light mark, but unexpectedly it didn't look embarrassing and hideous, on the contrary, it added a bit of charm.

Di Jiu stared at him deeply for a long time, then turned and entered the hall.

After flashing into the space, she soaked in the spiritual spring to purify her body, closed her eyes, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

The emperor's actions may seem like a big deal to others, but only Di Jiu understands the emperor's intentions.

He needs himself, he needs himself to guard the country for him, and he needs himself to open the ethereal door for him.

In the entire imperial capital, no one is afraid of mentioning the eldest prince, and in the domain of the gods, her name, Emperor Nine, is also well-known.

There was only one reason, and that was Di Jiu's natural evil spirit. It was said that when she was born, it rained red and the mountains and forests outside the imperial city were on fire.

A Taoist said: If this son teaches You Fang, he must be a talent who can stabilize the country and stabilize the country. If he goes astray, he will be...the country will be ruined and his family will perish.

But Di Jiu also hides a secret, a secret that no one knows.

Di Jiu stretched out her hand in the air, rubbed her fingertips lightly, and instantly a ray of flame jumped between her two fingers. The color of the flame was very pure, and there was still a trace of black light in it.

Her eyes gradually deepened, her red lips were pursed thinly, indifferently like a puppet without emotion.

"You said what would happen if this ray of flame was thrown into the imperial city?" She laughed lazily, her voice accompanied by a little sinister.

"Don't be impulsive, Xiao Jiujiu, you will ruin those precious virgins, hehehe!"

Di Jiu stood up abruptly from the Lingquan, she bent down to look at her reflection in the water, and gently stroked her abdomen and heart.

It was here that he was stabbed dozens of times.

Whenever she sees those hypocritical people, Di Jiu can't wait to burn them to death! !
The hatred spread infinitely in her heart, like a vine, tightly entangled in her heart and even her internal organs!

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The first ray of sunshine in winter is not warm, but gentle, illuminating the entire snow field and reflecting infinite light.

Han Lang knocked on the door and asked, "Eldest Prince, the Queen's birthday will be in two days. Do you want to prepare any gifts?"

Di Jiu's voice was cold, "No need."

Han Lang was taken aback, "Okay."

Speaking of the empress mother, Di Jiu smiled deeply. I haven't seen you for many years, my mother.

(End of this chapter)