Chapter 1070: Qing Yu, you hate me now

Yunkong smiled to the sky: "God release, I know that you are not your opponent, but if you forcibly take away our Phoenix Emperor today, Xiaxian will only commit suicide to the Phoenix Emperor!"
His sword emptied his life door, and he looked like he would go down anytime.
The other seven elders froze, looked at each other, and learned everything. They all showed their life-gates pointing to themselves, and they said in unison: "If the gods are alone in their release, I will only wait before Feng Huang. Apologize! "
After these few words, they sweated.
I did not expect that the eight elders of the dignified Phoenix tribe actually learned that the vixen would force each other to die ...
Di Shiyin didn't expect them to sing like this. He naturally has no feelings for the eight elders. Their life and death have nothing to do with him.
But—they are Qingyu ’s relatives at the moment. If they force them to death, they are afraid that Qingyu will hate him even more—
How could he recover his wife?
He glanced down at the little phoenix, who looked at him angrily with his black and lonely eyes.
It probably knows that it can't escape each other's palms when it struggles, and stands still: "Emperor-Release-Sound!"
It said word by word: "If the eight uncles have a good deal, I will not forgive you even if I die!"
Its voice was crisp and cold, but the words spoken were like a knife: "Do you rely on your ability to overwhelm others? Do you know that you are annoying?"
Emperor Shi Yin: "..."
"Qing Yu, do you hate me now?" He asked lowly, his voice low, and there seemed to be pain in the bottom of the dark eyes.
Little Phoenix stopped looking at him, with a sharp little mouth, and spit out a word: "Yes!"
Di Shiyin's body was stiff, and his fingers were slightly loose. Little Phoenix took the opportunity to flap his wings and flew away from his palm, and flew directly into Lan Xiu's arms: "Master!"
Lan Xiu hugged it, and couldn't help but glance at Emperor Shiyin, and saw him standing there quietly, as if there were some—soulless ...
Lan Xiu shook his head, was he dazzled?
Powerful as the emperor's release, how could he lose his soul?
"Master ..." The little phoenix in his hand called him again, and pinched the palm of Tong Lanxiu with the tip of his mouth.
Lan Xiu was itchy by his scratching palm, and his heart was soft and lumpy: "Achi, what's wrong?"
Little Phoenix lazily yawned, "Master, I'm sleepy. Take me to rest, okay?"
Lan Xiu jumped in his heart, feeling that this sentence was a bit ambiguous, and then shook his head again. It is still a little phoenix that just came out of the shell. What can be ambiguous?
Besides, n years ago, when he was the master of Xiao Yanchi, the little guy was so tired of doing exercises that he would directly fall into his arms and let him take a rest.
Of course, it was her sweetheart who returned it ...
Will it not remember Nirvana before?
So I do n’t remember Emperor Shiyin, I just remember him and the eight elders ...
"Okay, I'll take you to rest first." Lan Xiu had to agree, then looked at the little Phoenix in the palm, it was nestled in his hands, his head was pinching his thumb, his eyes were closed, and he was already snoring.