925. Chapter 925 Meet and fight as if you don't see each other
Luo Qingyu smiled again: "That is the God of Yan Chi who agrees to the point of view?"
Yan Chi: "…"
She also smiled slightly: "Qinglan, what you said is naturally reasonable. I also hate people who are good at disguising..."
Luo Qingyu didn't expect her to be so thick-skinned, and couldn't help but smile: "It turns out that God Yan Chi hates this kind of people too. This is a bit beyond my expectations. I wonder if God Yan Chi has heard an idiom called '
The thief shouts to catch the thief'?"
Every word in her words is meaningful. Even though Yan Chi is thick-skinned and calm, she is a little uneasy at this time.
His pretty face sank: "Qinglan, what do you mean by saying this?!"
Luo Qingyu raised his eyebrows and said, "It's the literal meaning. Does God Yan Chi know another meaning?"
Yan Chi had a sentence and said something, and his pretty face was intertwined with white and blue eyes. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to refute it to appear generous and decent.
He pursed his lips and suddenly climbed on one of Di Shiyin's arms: "Shi Yin, look, this little girl is so sharp-tongued."
Suddenly, the soft jade warm fragrance leaned over her body, and Di Shiyin's body froze slightly, and she said lightly: "Why have to have such a useless dispute with others?" She did not brush away Yan Chi's hand.
Luo Qingyu's eyes swept past their hooked arms, and his heart seemed to be poked by someone again, and it hurt so much!
That should have been her patent, but now it has become another woman's show-off...
A feeling of power suddenly surged in my heart.
Indra, you forgot that you said I am your only one, you forgot that you said we will stay together forever, you forgot that you said that no matter how difficult it is, you will hold my hand and walk on your hands, and you forgot that no matter what.
Wherever and where, no matter what, I love you. I forgot my self-esteem and my pride…
I wanted to let go, but I didn't know how long I could catch it, nor how long I could carry it (ahem, this passage was cut from a netizen's short comment)
I'm really tired-
She didn't want to see them standing side by side, leaning against each other again.
He pulled Lan Xiu's hand: "Lan Xiu Shangxian, let's go. Didn't you say you want to take me to hell?"
Her little hands were soft, with a little thin calluse in her palm. When she clenched her palms, Lan Xiu's heart was inexplicably shaken, and her heartbeat accelerated slightly.
In his heart, he felt that this was wrong, especially in front of Indra.
It would be fine if Di Shiyin had been losing her memory. Once he recovered his memory, he would probably chop him when he remembered this scene.
However, her little hand was too soft, and the gloom in the depths of her eyes made him feel ache in his heart. He couldn't bear to let go of her little hand holding her.
He paused for a moment and nodded slightly to Indra: "Emperor, you can do whatever you want, let's say goodbye first." He walked away with Luo Qingyu's hand.
Indra said nothing and watched them leave.
The wind was light and cold, and the manzhushahua was still blooming, and the red petals were flying, floating slowly in the air, reflecting the figures that were walking farther and farther away, as beautiful as a picture.
For some reason, he felt that the picture was a little dazzling, making him feel a little uncomfortable...