Fei Yue finally returned to Luojia Mountain, but she was tied up with an invisible rope.
She was tied into a sedan chair, which had no curtains, so she could see clearly and clearly what happened outside her.
Under his feet is the demon-demon coalition with the demon clouds rolling, and opposite is the Zi Lian Sect with the fairy-steamed spirit.
The two armies confronted each other, and the shiny magic weapon made the sun and the moon dim.
Indra was still wearing a white robe, and the white jade mask on his face was emitting a faint light in the sunlight.
He stood there with his hands behind his back, and everything around him became a set that foiled him: "Feng Xiaoxun, you are finally here!"
Feng Xiaoxun laughed to the sky: "Ti Shiyin, you are not dead! You are so artificial, don't you just want me to come?"
Di Shiyin also smiled: "Feng Xiaoxun, I will never die before you die. You are very capable of turtle husks. If you don't, how could you come to your door obediently?"
"Uh--so, you deliberately pretended to die under this woman to attract me to come out?"
Feng Xiaoxun suddenly pointed at Fei Yue tied there with his finger.
Fei Yue's body shook slightly. Yu Jin, she finally believed that Di Shiyin was really not dead, and it was not someone from the Demon World who was lying to her.
She didn't know what it felt in her heart, so she just stared at Di Shiyin opposite her.
Did his own knife really have no effect on him?
Indra Shiyin's light eyes swept across Fei Yue's body and said lightly: "I am just using the trick. Her little Taoist practice..."
He didn't say it any more, but anyone understood what his last sentence meant.
Fei Yue lowered her head and felt miserable.
It turns out that everything is just that she directed a play like a jumping clown...
Feng Xiaoxun snorted coldly: "But this stupid woman is obsessed with you! Because your death is still there and crying..."
Fei Yue was so embarrassed that she wanted to get into the ground, but she was tied up there but couldn't move, so she could only lower her head...
A joke, she is really a joke!
This time, Di Shiyin was too lazy to look at Fei Yue again and said calmly: "Feng Xiaoxun, since you are here this time, let's just let us see the truth once! Why are you talking nonsense?"
Feng Xiaoxun laughed wildly: "Nonsense?! Do you think these are nonsense?! Indra, this silly woman says she loves you! What about you? You have been entangled with her, don't you have any incense feeling?"
Fei Yue was even more embarrassed, and her whole body was as cold as if she had been thrown into an ice hole.
She simply closed her eyes, not wanting to face this extremely embarrassing scene.
"Incense Love? Love?" Indra's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Feng Xiaoxun, you haven't been stuck in your mind? How could I fall in love with a little demon?"
"Hahaha, it seems that this stupid woman is really being self-indulgent!" Feng Xiaoxun glanced at Fei Yue, who had almost shrunk into a ball, and once again cruelly sprinkled a handful of salt on her wound.