Di Shiyin didn't want to argue with him again about this boring topic, and his eyes fell on Yunkong: "Yunkong, where is that blue phoenix? Not dead yet?"
His voice was as light as flowing water, but there was also a touch of coldness, a touch of bone-bone coldness.
Yunkong nodded and answered very briefly: "Yes, she is still alive."
Indra nodded: "Very good! Let's go and take me to see her."
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The prison arrangement of the Phoenix tribe is very humane, spacious and bright.
Yan Chi was lying on a green jade bed. Her face was pale, she was skinny and skinny, her cheekbones were deep, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She had long lost her noble and gentleness as she once was.
My body curled up in a ball, moaning and rolling there, as if it was extremely painful.
Hearing the slight sound at the prison door, she reluctantly raised her head and looked at it. Her body shook slightly, she rolled out of the bed, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Shi... Emperor... Save... Help..."
After walking a few steps on his knees, his hands trembled and stretched out, he wanted to pull the hem of the clothes of Indra.
As soon as Di Shiyin flicked her sleeve, a faint white light flashed. Yan Chi screamed in pain, as if she had been kicked hard, and she rolled a few times, unable to stand up for a while.
"She is still using this body?" Di Shiyin opened her mouth lightly, but she was talking to Yunkong behind her.
"Yes, this body belongs to the Phoenix Emperor. The Phoenix Emperor has not woken up yet. I am afraid that this body will have another accident, so I use magic to lock the soul of the Blue Phoenix in this body. This way I will not
There is a loss."
If the Phoenix Emperor still needs this body, he can explain it.
Di Shiyin's eyes faintly swept on Yan Chi: "This body is already dirty, Qingyu will not want it anymore, so I'll send it to her!"
"No, I, I don't want it anymore! Emperor, I would rather not have this body. Please... Please untie my constraints and let me leave this body..." Yan Chi's face turned pale and rushed over again
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This time, she did not dare to pounce on Di Shiyin, and only crawled at his feet: "Emperor, please... please... give me... give me some fun..."
She is going to suffer so much!
Since the heart of this body was dug away by the Qingyue Knife, the big hole in the chest has never been truly healed, and the stinky yellow water is pouring out every day.
The pain was so painful that she could not sleep or fall asleep, which left her in a state of wanting to go crazy all the time.
She has been in pain for dozens of days! Such days are like purgatory, making her life worse than death...
Now she only seeks one to be free and the other to be happy, but her soul root is locked and she doesn't even have the power to commit suicide. She can only endure the years.
When Di Shiyin looked at her face, she knew what crime she was suffering at the moment. Mei Feng raised her slightly and said coldly: "Yan Chi, since this is what you want, then you can enjoy it!"
He turned around and walked outward: "Yunkong, let her live forever, live well."
"Yes. But - the wound on her chest... it's not a solution for her to keep hurting like this. And she also applied a lot of spiritual medicines to her, but she has not recovered. I wonder if the Emperor has a good way to heal her wounds and relieve pain?"