However, Di Shiyin's body suddenly froze! It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and his lust disappeared without a trace. A pair of black eyes flashed slightly!
No! The woman in your arms is wrong! The tone is wrong, the title is wrong, and the feeling of holding it in your arms is wrong!
Although the body is still the same body, the soul inside-
His palm suddenly grabbed the back of the woman in his arms, and a white light flashed out. "Luo Qingyu" in his arms screamed, his face suddenly turned pale, and his body collapsed in his arms.
But in his palm was holding a light white soul with a faint light, a clear and elegant face, pure black eyes, and a shallow red lips—
This soul is very beautiful, even a little more beautiful than Luo Qingyu now.
And the fairy spirit is a fairy's soul...
Yan Chi! The one who possesses Luo Qingyu is actually his good friend Yan Chi!
Just now, she was drinking with those gods with him. She couldn't drink halfway through and left the stage, but she didn't expect that she would possess Luo Qingyu now!
Indra reached out to explore Luo Qingyu's face, and his face suddenly changed!
The palm suddenly tightened, and Yan Chi's soul screamed: "It hurts so much..."
She struggled in his palm, opened her somewhat misty eyes, as if she had just woken up, and was still a little confused: "Shi...Shiyin...you..."
"Why are you here?! Where is Qingyu?! Where is her soul?!"
Di Shiyin's face was unusually ugly, and there was anger surging in her eyes, staring at Yan Chi tightly.
Yan Chi's body trembled again: "I... don't know--"
"You don't know?! You don't know how to possess her?!" Indra's voice seemed to have a storm, causing the temperature of this originally warm spring-like room to drop by several degrees.
"I-I really don't know. I drank a little too much and my steps were empty. So I went to the guest room and wanted to sleep before leaving. I didn't know why I got here. I dreamed of having a prayer with you...
"Yan Chi raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, looking confused.
Di Shiyin flipped her palm, and Yan Chi's soul fell to the ground. She staggered and stood firm: "Shi Yin--you-do you believe me?"
Di Shiyin looked at her coldly: "Yan Chi, I always treat you as a friend. You'd better not do anything to be sorry for me! Otherwise, the consequences are not something you can afford!"
Yan Chi's face changed slightly, and her soul could condense and form, looking like a real person.
She slowly clenched her fingers, and her eyes stared at him: "Shi Yin, I'll say it again, I really don't know what's going on... After our years of friendship, you - you should know me, I'm a phoenix
How could the princess of the clan be unable to get along with a mortal? Do you - do you want our friendship for a mortal?"
Her voice trembled slightly, obviously sad and angry, but she stood straight and looked dignified and didn't leave at all, still like a noble lady.
Indra suddenly turned around, and a hint of coldness and sharpness were revealed in Mo Hei's eyes.