This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Di Zheng was still holding the broken spoon in his right hand.

Broken hand holding broken key, the picture is quite beautiful.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Di Zheng smiled, picked up the severed hand and put it back on his right wrist:

"Haha, it was just broken, and it hasn't grown up yet. It's scaring Aunt Wang."

Tsing Yi watched his wrist slowly return to normal, his eyebrows raised, showing a strong self-healing power.

"I am very curious. If you cut your head off, can you put it back on?"

Di Zheng touched his neck and said with a smile, "This curiosity is very dangerous."

Tsing Yi hooked her lips into a smile and looked at him with interest.

"Can you cut the right hand of the Emperor of Heaven as a pig's trotter, how can you not make people curious? Who in the Six Realms has the courage?"

Di Zheng touched his 'pig's trotters' and felt very helpless at this description.

His eyes fell on Tsing Yi, and he pushed the soup bowl away without revealing a trace, and said, "In this situation, Aunt Wang's invitation to my nephew should not be just for the sake of a feast."

Tsing Yi stared at the soup bowl, "Why push it away, it's too bad to drink?"

Di Zheng's smile froze, and his brows drooped helplessly.

"Aunt Wang will let my nephew avoid the topic, won't it?"

Tsing Yi smiled proudly: "No, I let you take the blame, wouldn't you hand over the initiative to your smiling tiger?

You aunt and me, I have always liked to be on it! "

As soon as Tsing Yi finished speaking, he received a slap on the forehead.

Mo Chi didn't know when to get up and stand behind her, with a gloomy face: "Speak well, don't think that no one cares about you when the old man is gone!"

If you have something, you don't have anything to do with a yellow accent!

"Zhu Heishui, you're going to die—"

Tsing Yi kicked him.

Di Zheng was stunned for a moment, a little unresponsive, why did the scene become like this?

At this moment, the Tianjie Shui Clan are all enemies of her, Yinchi framed the blame, and Beiyin was trapped in a deserted place.

Those ancient gods set up many tricks, all aimed at her.

Why is she still able to laugh under such circumstances?

There was not even a hint of melancholy on that face, and it was still so unrestrained and fresh...

Di Zheng watched her fight with Mo Chi, and for a while, a strange emotion came out of his heart... It seemed...

envy.

How did the evil land of Yinsi come to be such a wonderful flower?

Di Zheng became a little curious. Is it because of this special thing that Uncle Beiyin was heartbroken?

Di Zheng suddenly felt a little regretful. He seemed to have missed a lot of interesting things and people during his retreat for thousands of years.

If it weren't for those **** conspiracy calculations, would he be able to laugh so vividly and brilliantly like her.

For a moment when his thoughts drifted away, Tsing Yi was almost torn apart from Mo Chi, and he blew the messy hair on his forehead in a high-spirited manner, and returned to his position.

Di Zheng glanced at her chicken coop, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter could be held back at first, but it turned into a belly laugh at the end.

Zi Xiao looked surprised beside him, as if seeing Di Zheng for the first time. This stinky boy...how did he ever laugh like this?

"Hahaha...uh..."

Di Zheng was smiling when someone slapped the back of his head.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

He raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Shang Qingyi's disgusting eyes:

"It looks very good-looking, why does it laugh like a groundhog?"

Di Zheng blinked, a little stunned.

Emperor Ming Ming's smile was like floating light and gold, like the breeze and the bright moon, Xiao Xiao Su Su.

Cheerful and clear.

In her eyes, she became a groundhog.

"Aunt Wang... is indeed a wonderful person." Di Zheng was stunned for a long time before he could speak, and the back of his head was still aching.

"Are you scolding the old lady? Damn you, the old lady is a ghost!" Tsing Yi slapped him.

Di Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth and almost laughed again.

Tsing Yi looked at him with indescribable words, was this smiling tiger fooled by her hammer?

"Have you laughed enough? If you haven't laughed enough, make two more bowls of Wang Ba soup."

The smile on Di Zheng's face disappeared immediately, and he sat up straight.

"If Aunt Wang has something to say, let's just say it directly, my little nephew really doesn't want to drink soup."

Tsing Yi also stopped talking nonsense with him: "You see Aunt Wang loves you so much, your little pig's trotters were cut off, and Aunt still made soup for you, don't you think about further cooperation?"

Di Zheng's expression did not change, but his eyes darkened a bit: "Cooperation? In the current situation of Heaven and the Underworld, is it inappropriate for Aunt Wang to come to her nephew to discuss cooperation?"

"You shouldn't have ordered the killing order from Zi Xiao's old stick, right?"

Di Zheng did not answer, Tsing Yi continued:

"If you want to kill him, there was an opportunity at Nantianmen, so there's no need to do it. And he was given time to delay until he returned to the underworld with us."

Di Zheng's smile is intriguing, "I never thought that in the eyes of auntie, nephew is still a kindhearted person?"

"What kind of gold do you put on your face?" Tsing Yi looked at him with a smile: "Aren't you just a paper tiger controlled by others?"

"The skin of the two old women who created the heavens, just a few words will make you tie your hands and feet. You have been blind for so long, haven't you been enough?"

Di Zheng fell silent.

The look in her eyes changed slightly.

"You know all about it?"

"Those old immortal conspiracies, what secrets do you keep?" Tsing Yi sneered, staring at his right hand: "This time it is your hand that will be cut, next time, where will it be cut?"

Di Zheng's smile gradually rose, and he looked at Tsing Yi with deep eyes.

"Auntie is really good at negotiating, but since you know everything, you should understand that I have no reason to cooperate with you."

"How not?"

Tsing Yi shrugged, "The enemy of the enemy is the ally."

"Could it be that you are so foolish to think that after those two old women win, they will still give you a healthy heaven?"

"In their eyes, these six realms are the floating cloud ants, and they can all be sacrificed and used."

"It's not too late to abandon the darkness to the light, child."

The wicked woman spoke earnestly.

It was not long before the seriousness, the style of painting was a little crooked again, Di Zheng laughed, "Yin Si Mingfu, when will it become bright?"

Tsing Yi supported the table lazily, staring at him with beautiful eyes, especially clear.

"The black clouds in the nine-fold sky are not much lighter than the underground nether."

Her eyes fell on Di Zheng's wrist:

"You also want to resist, why not be honest and test each other, it's meaningless."

Di Zheng met her line of sight, and suddenly had a feeling of being seen through his heart.

Those eyes seem to have the power to see people's hearts.

Di Zheng lowered his eyes slowly and sighed: "Since you know that those old guys are still alive, then auntie should understand that our every move is in their eyes."

"At this moment, we are in the world."

"So what?" Tsing Yi raised her eyebrows.

"The creator of the world, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty; he is also an accomplice. Our cooperation cannot be concealed from their eyes."

"Really?" Tsing Yi sneered, staring at the fat cat not far away who was licking his paws and washing his face, "It's a coincidence, not long ago, this seat just fooled a silly dog ​​named Yuan Chu to cooperate. "

Ok?

Di Zheng's face changed slightly.