In fact, Bai Qing's heart was indeed broken. The immortal was stern. The scene just now almost scared him to death, okay? !
I originally thought that this Lord Lao Shizi, the Son of God, was really kind and caring.
Damn, feelings are like a villain who doesn't care about the life and death of the people! A villain!
Even the wheel of the underworld can be stopped. His little old man's heart is about to jump out, okay
However, this is to save Chang Le, and of course he won't have any objections. Well, look at the sky, it's calm, so nothing happened here.
Di Shifang nodded slightly, and the smile on his face made people feel like he was taking a breath of spring breeze.
Immediately afterwards, Emperor Shifang summoned the silver dragon, flew up on the dragon's back, turned into a white light, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Seeing this, Luan Feng immediately stepped forward.
If his body hadn't been stretched to the extreme, he wouldn't have used the silver dragon as a mount. I'm afraid this time... Di Shifang's energy has been severely damaged.
When Luan Feng rushed back to the temple, Di Shifang was sitting motionless on the throne, with coquettish scarlet blood stains on his robes, making the cold and empty temple even more ghostly.
Di Shifang's appearance is still the same, but his holy silver hair and silver eyes have turned into black hair and black pupils, and there is no trace of power fluctuations on his body anymore.
At this time, Di Shifang was no longer the aloof Son of God. Any strong man could easily kill him.
"Are you back?" Di Shifang smiled and slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at Di Shifang like this, Luan Feng couldn't help but feel his breath stagnant.
His eyelashes are long and graceful, fluttering gently like butterfly wings, and his pure black pupils stare at you quietly, reflecting countless streams of light.
That clear and innocent look was as fragile as a newborn baby, as if it could break at the touch of a touch.
Peaceful, beautiful, impenitent...
Yes, you just don’t repent!
Seeing that he still looked the same, Luan Feng recalled the scene after scene just now, and his chest was heaving with anger.
He held his hand back, and inches of ice condensed from the entrance of the temple, protecting the Emperor Shifang. There was no trace of laughter in Luan Feng's charming eyes.
"Di Shifang, if you act like this, your life will be short."
The bone-piercing ice covered the emperor in all directions, and the young man's exquisite face had turned into an ice sculpture.
He slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "But, I can't see her feeling sad alone..."
Luan Feng sarcastically said: "Then do you think she will be happy if you die?"
"I won't die, I won't leave her alone..."
"you… "
Luan Feng wanted to say something more, but Di Shifang could no longer hear it.
He fell into a deep sleep quietly, like an ice sculpture sleeping forever.
"Damn it." Luan Feng rubbed his long hair fiercely. He really wanted to jump up and beat this girl up, but with his current appearance, he couldn't do it no matter what. After he recovered, he couldn't do it anymore. Not necessarily beatable.
Alas, what a capital word of helplessness!
Luan Feng felt that no one in this world was more miserable than him.
But in fact, such people abound.
Next to the Wheel of the Underworld, a certain general who had finally completed the repair work was now as tired as a dead dog and collapsed on the side. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and felt miserable in his heart...