"This time you can only save her..." Feng Xiaoxun added another sentence. He poked in front of Di Shiyin like a wooden stake, without retreating. His handsome face was tightly tight.
Yes, there seemed to be no expression, but a trace of fragility and tension flashed in his eyes—
The two brothers have been rivals for thousands of years. Feng Xiaoxun, whom Di Shiyin saw, either laughed proudly or became angry or laughed treacherously...
But this was the first time I saw him being fragile. Such an expression appeared on his face, which was really a world-renowned world.
Di Shiyin finally had a little interest and said lazily: "Give me a reason to save her." He glanced at Feng Xiaoxun again: "I don't owe you anything."
If you say you owe debts, it is Feng Xiaoxun owed him.
Feng Xiaoxun took a breath: "You really don't owe me, but you owe her, so you must save her!"
Di Shiyin's fingers tightened slightly, and a dark light flashed in her eyes. She finally looked at Fang Xiyan seriously and frowned: "Is she?"
Feng Xiaoxun said lightly: "You forgot her so quickly? She died under your palm in her previous life..."
Di Shiyin paused, and the eyebrows gathered lightly, suddenly waved his hand and signaled the disciples to go down.
The disciples quickly dispersed, and only the two of them stood opposite each other on Rongxue Peak.
"Do you think she is Fei Yue?" Di Shiyin glanced at Fang Xiyan again, her eyes slightly complicated.
Feng Xiaoxun snorted: "Can't you see her?" He lost his demonic power now, and it was understandable that he couldn't see it.
Now, Indra is full of magic power, and he should be able to see the essence through phenomena and see her soul.
Di Shiyin glanced at Fang Xiyan in his arms again, and without asking him, she asked him back: "So what if it's her?"
He said this very indifferently, and Feng Xiaoxun said angrily: "She died in your hands back then..."
Indra's expression remained unmoved: "There are so many people who died under my command." He was once a god of war, and there were countless monsters who died under his command. He didn't feel that he owed these people anything.
Feng Xiaoxun was suffocated, as if he hadn't expected him to say this, paused and said angrily: "Ti Shiyin, Fei'er is different from others! She...she-she and you back then..." The following words
He was a little difficult to speak, his handsome face was blue and white...
Indra simply leaned on an icicle, hugged his arms and looked at him: "How was she and me back then? Can't he even say something in a good way?"
Feng Xiaoxun's eyes turned cold: "How did she and you do and I mention it again? Do you don't understand it in your heart?" That thing was a thorn in his heart. Although he had been going through thousands of years, he still didn't want to go.
I thought, I was even more reluctant to mention it. If it weren't for saving her this time, he wouldn't want to use this matter to threaten Indra.
However, Di Shiyin curled her lips and smiled gracefully, not caring: "Well, are you saying that she came to me for the sake of you to do an undercover business? That's nothing. She used beauty tricks on me, but I just made up my mind.
Just a moment. And—" He paused: "And nothing happened to her and I, nor did I owe her anything."
What has never happened?! Feng Xiaoxun suddenly sneered: "Di Shiyin, it's too cowardly to say this! Do you dare not act like this? Fei'er did approach you purposefully for me, but you got her after all