Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

Di Shiyin lowered his eyes slightly and ignored her. He flicked his fingertips and an incense burner appeared on the table. There was an incense stick in the burner, and green smoke was rising. The incense had burned a little, and a faint ash was floating away——

Yan Chi's face changed slightly, knowing that he could do what he said.

He said that the time of one stick of incense is the time of one stick of incense, and there will be no discount at all...

If it really angers him, she and Xiao Qian will definitely get nothing good!

As soon as he turned around, the whole person disappeared in the room——

After about an incense stick, Yan Chi finally appeared again.

This time she appeared in her true form, with fluttering clothes and a fairy spirit lingering around her.

Behind her was Xiao Qian, who was now in human form, with his mouth pressed tightly together, looking a little unhappy, and a trace of fear flashed deep in his eyes——

"Shiyin, Xiao Qian is here, you - don't scare him." Yan Chi sighed softly and looked at Di Shiyin sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Dad, what are you doing to call Xiao Qian here?" Xiao Qian looked at the ground and lowered his head to ask.

Di Shiyin slowly withdrew his power. He glanced at Yan Chi first and then said calmly: "Yan Chi, who am I?"

Yan Chi was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly: "You - you are His Highness the Son of the Emperor - the God of Shiyin."

"What about you?" Di Shiyin's voice was still calm, but it conveyed a kind of coercion.

He just sat there quietly, but the overwhelming aura coming from him made Yan Chi almost breathless.

She lowered her head: "Subordinate - I am the princess of the Feng clan, and your majesty calls her the Phoenix Divine Monarch..." She was also considered smart, and she already understood what Di Shiyin meant when he asked her these two sentences.

In the heavenly realm, the level of the divine realm is determined by cultivation, and the one with the highest cultivation level is the superior god. In the heavenly realm, there are no more than six superior gods, and their status is extremely noble.

Once again, the first class is the Supreme Immortal, and again is the Divine Lord. Under the Divine Lord, there are Yuanjun, Sanxian, and Xiaoxian...

Emperor Shiyin was born as a child prodigy. It is said that when he was born, there was Sanskrit chanting in the air, which resounded for nine days, and ninety-nine golden dragons and ninety-nine phoenixes circled around the place where he was born. They left three days later.

His cultivation was astonishing since he was born, and after practicing for ten thousand years, he experienced the thunder tribulation and successfully advanced to become a god, on par with the Emperor of Heaven.

You must know that the Emperor of Heaven was also a prodigy back then, but it took him one hundred thousand years of cultivation to achieve the status of a god.

The emergence of Emperor Shiyin has become a myth in the heaven, and he is naturally recognized as the next emperor of heaven——

As for Yan Chi, although he can be considered a prodigy and is about the same age as Di Shiyin, his cultivation level is far different and he is not on the same level at all.

She can always be by his side and call him by his first name only because she grew up with him and became a bit of a childhood sweetheart.

That's why Emperor Shiyin left her alone. Now that he suddenly said this, it was natural to distinguish between superiority and inferiority——

Di Shiyin glanced at her and saw that although she was still majestic and calm, her slightly trembling hands still revealed her true mood...

Yan Chi risked life and death to save him once before, and the two of them practiced together and were considered schoolmates, so Di Shiyin regarded her as a friend and almost never showed any airs in front of her——

Unexpectedly, his connivance made her have special thoughts, and she actually wanted to interfere in his affairs——

"Okay, Lord Fengyin, just remember your own identity. Don't challenge my limits at will."

Di Shiyin's voice was cold, his eyes fell on Xiao Qian again, and he said bluntly: "Xiao Qian, hand over Qingyu's soul!"