Chapter 952: Can't wait to kick him over

The sound of Emperor's release flute continued, and countless transparent flowers floated out of his jade flute, turning around to fly to the compound, subduing those weird grieving spirits ...
His face was faintly pale, and obviously playing the song also consumed his great mental energy.
Luo Qingyu looked at him silently for two seconds, then turned his eyes and rose into the air.
The wicked breath in the air is still very heavy, and the air seems to be stagnant, and people who are under pressure can't breathe.
As Luo Qingyu soared upward, she felt abnormally heavy, as if numerous hands were pulling her in the air to keep her from rising.
Finally, she also rose to the same height as him, and Di Shiyin glanced at her: "What are you doing up here? Hurry up and leave here!"
The voice is indifferent and cold, but it is not like speaking out of the mouth, but the belly language.
While talking, the sound of flute continued--
Luo Qingyu ignored him, and suddenly shot, a colorful light covering the courtyard as if alive ...
The colorful light brought a lot of righteousness, and the courtyard was covered with the sound of flutes. The entire courtyard vibrated as if it were alive, and the shouting noise that almost caused a headache was a little less ...
The sound of flute and Caiguang cooperated with each other, and hovered and danced continuously on the black courtyard.
It was about a fragrant effort. The chaos and black air over the compound gradually dissipated, and the sound of a cry like a ghost was getting smaller and smaller, and finally it was unseen.
There was a slight flash of light in Di Shiyin's eyes, and it seemed that the girl in front of her had such deep thoughts--
He didn't say anything to Luo Qingyu anymore, his fingers continued to bounce, countless blood drops popped from his fingertips, and they glided around in the air, forming countless golden charms floating into the compound—
The compound finally restored its former calm, standing in the storm, like a sleeping monster.
"Let's go!" Emperor Shiyin said two more words and turned around.
His voice was indifferent, and everyone was indifferent, in the middle of nothingness, only the white one was moving like a wind.
The blood that Luo Qingyu was about to boil was like being poured into a basin of cold water again, and it was cold and silent.
He did not restore memory!
Otherwise it would not be so cold to her!
Treat her like a stranger--
Since he didn't restore his memory, why did he come to save himself?
It happened by chance? still is--
There seemed to be a fire burning in her heart, anxious to slap him up and wake him up!
I can't wait to kick him over with one foot, and I can't wait to slap him in his arms and cry at the waist ... and then beat him again--
This complex feeling was too strong to be described by any sentence, which made her stand still and forget how to react.
It seemed as if he was aware of Luo Qingyu's puppet behind him, and the emperor's release sounded like a footstep: "What are you doing? Keep up!"
The voice was still cold and indifferent, high above him, and he didn't even return his head, making people hate itching.
His aura was too strong. The places where he passed, those who murmured in the air avoided them, and did not dare to block his footsteps--