Di Moxuan looked at Fengling indifferently.
Her black eyes were as deep as black obsidian, without any emotion.
It was a vortex covered with frost.
That is the brilliance that makes people want to sink even if they are sucked in and die without a place to die.
Feng Ling's heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a cold hand.
She stared at Di Moxuan's face obsessively.
Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
The pitiful appearance couldn't impress the man in front of him.
After a few breaths, Di Moxuan had already walked to the bedside.
Feng Ling looked at him with love and hate.
Pale lips trembling.
She clutched the blanket under her body tightly.
Regardless of the quilt under his body, it was covered by Yuchi's blood.
Feng Ling understood Di Moxuan's temperament.
No one can change what Di Moxuan decides.
Di Moxuan wanted to kill her.
That would be true and would kill her.
Feng Ling raised her head, looked at the man who looked like a god, and asked with her lips trembling, "Brother Di, before I die, I just want to know one thing... From the beginning to the end, has there ever been a place for Xiao Ling in your heart? "
Di Moxuan paused.
His cold gaze swept across Feng Ling's face emotionlessly.
His thin lips moved slightly, word by word: "Never before."
Feng Ling's pupils tightened, and she laughed wryly.
Tears blurred her eyes.
She closed her eyes in despair, and smiled wryly: "You...kill me, if you can die in the hands of Brother Di, it can be considered...my dream come true."
Di Moxuan raised his hand, and the profound power gathered in his palm.
In his heart, the only thing left is Ye Qingluo.
It doesn't matter whether he is heartless or cold.
Insignificant people, he never exerts a trace of emotion.
Feng Ling could clearly sense that powerful profound force.
Tears, more and more turbulent.
She thought that she was showing weakness in this way, expressing her feelings in this way.
For the sake of the past.
Di Moxuan would at least spare her life.
But…
She said so much.
But still unable to shake Di Moxuan a bit.
Is his heart really made of stone
Feng Ling really wanted to dig out his heart and see how hard his heart was.
The surging profound energy hit him head-on.
The heart of the wind chime, referred to the apex.
Want to resist, but can't do anything.
You can only close your eyes and wait for death to come.
Suddenly, Feng Ling didn't wait for the severe tearing pain he imagined, but instead felt his body lighten.
She was dragged into an embrace by some force.
Feng Ling happily opened her eyes: "Brother Di..."
The words are not finished yet.
The smile on Feng Ling's face froze.
"Xiaoling!"
The old voice was extremely majestic.
That sinister, wrinkled face was full of anger.
Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat.
Tears kept pouring out.
She leaned forward suddenly, crying extremely sadly: "Grandma... grandma!"
The tense anger on the emperor's grandma's face finally subsided under the cry of her granddaughter.
She raised her dry hand and gently patted the back of Feng Chime.
She blamed her granddaughter for making herself like this for a man.
But I also feel sorry for my granddaughter.
Hearing the cries of the wind chimes, Grandma Digong's heart also clenched tightly.
The grandma of the imperial palace gritted her teeth, raised her dark and cold eyes, and glared at the man in front of her.
Di Moxuan's palm just now fell to nothing.
The whole bed was blasted to pieces.
It can be seen that Di Moxuan's palm just now was completely merciless.
It's true, I want to kill Feng Ling.
"Emperor! Mo! Xuan!"
The grandma of the emperor's palace was furious, pointing at Emperor Moxuan, growled.