Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

Luo Qingyu smiled again: "Does that mean Lord Yanchi also agrees to my opinion?"

Yan Chi: "..."

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

Luo Qingyu didn't expect her to be so thick-skinned, so he 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 wonder if Lord Yanchi has ever heard of an idiom called '

Thief shouts "Catch the thief'?"

Every word in her words had a meaning. Even though Yan Chi was thick-skinned and calm-tempered, he was a little uneasy at this time.

Her pretty face sank: "Qinglan, what do you mean by this?!"

Luo Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "That's the literal meaning. Could it be that Lord Yan Chi knows another meaning?"

Yan Chi was stuck for words, his pretty face was blue and white, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to refute in order to appear generous and decent.

He pursed his lips and suddenly grabbed one of Di Shiyin's arms: "Shiyin, look, this little girl has such sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

Suddenly, the warm fragrance of nephrite came to his upper body. Emperor Shiyin stiffened slightly and said lightly: "Why bother with this useless verbal dispute?" without brushing Yan Chi's hand away.

Luo Qingyu's eyes glanced at their linked arms, and his heart felt as if someone had stabbed him again, the pain was heartbreaking!

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

Suddenly there was a feeling of powerlessness in my heart.

Di Shiyin, you have forgotten that you said that I am your only one. You have forgotten that you said that we will stay together forever. You have forgotten that you said that no matter how difficult it is, you will hold my hand and go on. You have also forgotten that no matter what happens, you will hold my hand.

Whenever, wherever, no matter what, I will always love you. Forget my self-esteem and my pride...

I want to refuse to let go, but I don’t know how long I can hold on, and I don’t know how long I can carry it (ahem, this paragraph is excerpted from a short comment by a netizen)

I'm really tired——

She didn't want to see the two of them standing side by side and leaning on each other again.

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

Her little hands were soft, with slightly calloused palms. When she clasped Lan Xiu's palms together, Lan Xiu's heart shuddered inexplicably, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly.

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

It would be fine if Di Shiyin keeps losing his memory. Once he recovers his memory, thinking of this scene will probably kill him——

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

After a brief pause, he nodded slightly to Di Shiyin: "Emperor, you are free to do as you like, let's say goodbye first." He held Luo Qingyu's hand and walked away.

Di Shiyin said nothing and watched them leave.

The wind was slightly chilly, and the Manzhushahua flowers were still in full bloom, with red petals flying in the air, reflecting the pair of figures walking farther and farther away, as beautiful as a painting.

For some reason, he felt that this picture was a bit dazzling and made him feel faintly uncomfortable...