After the half-moon gate, a figure suddenly rushed out, anxiously running to the stone table, staring at Di Jun with a worried look, and carefully looked at his face, his eyes as if he was looking for an embroidery needle in the sea.

It was originally impossible to hear these two conversations silently with Feng Ling's cultivation, but it was a bit better for one of them to be on the verge of collapse of the soul, but the other one was better, but his cultivation was aborted, so he would not notice Feng Ling's appearance.

In this way, Feng Ling listened to a few words in a dignified manner, but unfortunately, she was only the last two words, and she became worried about the last two words: Husband, what's wrong with you? Why do you feel uncomfortable? Why do you die? Aren't you a god?

There was still sweat on Feng Ling's forehead. She seemed to have rushed back. The temples between her forehead were stuck to both sides, and a non-symmetrical head shape was pulled out to cover her eyelids.

She had heard some rumors about Wu Xiaojun on the street. In the mood of Wu Xiaojun as her subordinate and having the obligation to protect her shortcomings, she wanted to come back and talk to Wu Xiaojun, but as soon as she arrived at the door, she met Mr. Wu. After asking Wu Xiaojun's younger brother Wu Xian, she learned that Wu Xiaojun went to the woodshed to face the wall.

So Feng Ling wanted to come to Di Jun and asked him, but she didn't expect that when she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, she heard Hongyun and Di Jun talking about a deadly topic. Her heart became tight and a trace of sweat was inexplicably covered in her forehead.

Di Jun looked at Feng Ling's slightly breathing look, smiled faintly, reached out and pushed away the black hair that covered her eyes, and said carelessly: Do you believe Hongyun's casual words?

Di Jun's carelessness slowed down Feng Ling's anxiety. She breathed a little relieved, but the gaze in her eyes did not stop, and she still had a calm eyebrows and carefully distinguished Di Jun's face.

At this time, Hongyun, named by Di Jun, was sandwiched between Di Jun and Feng Ling, narrowing his eyes into a narrow range. He looked at Feng Ling's heart-wrenching eyes, and then looked at Di Jun's calm face. At present, Di Jun's face had recovered as before, without any sign of coughing up blood.

Hongyun weighed it for a while, slapped the folding fan, and said unhappy: Alas! I said to Feng Xiaoyou, you are a little unconscientious. I said so seriously that I was going to die, and you didn’t feel anything. Now that he just said nonsense, you were so heartbroken? The treatment is too bad, and I am your life-saving benefactor at least.

After Hongyun mentioned it, Feng Ling's worries dropped a little more. She came back to her senses and realized the keywords Hongyun said.

By the way! Hongyun also asked her seriously last time, would she be sad if he died? Oh, it turned out to be a joke, but do all the gods like to simulate life and death? They just like to use analogies, such as if they died?

Feng Ling sighed, the ancestor really likes to care about it, and said with confidence: Didn’t I agree? If you die, will I help you get revenge?

As soon as he finished speaking, before Hongyun gave a satisfied expression, Di Jun was dissatisfied and suddenly turned around and stared at Hongyun: Did you tell her to ask her to take revenge? He didn't know before that Hongyun and Feng Ling agreed to take revenge, obviously Hongyun took advantage of her. His Xiaofeng's advantage has always been his own. How can he be the other person's turn?

Di Jun knew who Hongyun’s enemy was, so he asked Feng Ling to take revenge, and he didn’t want her to die so much that she didn’t even have a scum left.

According to Di Jun's understanding of Feng Ling, although Feng Ling is usually quite smart and knows how to seek profit and avoid harm, and does not hit stones with eggs, to be honest, Xiao Feng's attitude is sometimes very courageous.

Then you must know that Hongyun was really killed by someone, so Feng Ling would indeed avenge Hongyun.

The bastard dares to plot against me! Di Junwei was angry, Xiaofeng, he would never be able to indulge her in organizing a suicide attack. If you want to take revenge, you have to do it yourself. In the end, Hongyun's revenge turned into him to avenge him?

Although Hongyun's enemy is indeed on Di Jun's blacklist, to solve that guy, the name of a master can only be to clear the portal. When did it become avenge personal grudges for Hongyun?

Di Jun couldn't help but be angry. His cold and cold eyes stared at Hongyun, as if there was a sharp blade hiding inside, hiding and waiting to be released, and in just a moment he skinned the person he was looking at and cramped.

Hongyun was so cold that he shivered. When he was joking with Feng Ling, he was just trying to get a verbal advantage. He thought to himself, I didn’t know that you are so precious to her, so you just accept your fate.

But after thinking about it, Hongyun quickly called out: Well, what she proposed herself is nothing to do with me. As she said that, she would go together, and took a folding fan to spare her forehead, and then ran away in an instant. I went to the woodshed to see my stupid disciple.

Feng Ling watched Hongyun disappear behind the door hole in a daze. She didn't understand the mystery of the two fighting. However, it seemed that Hongyun asked her to take revenge was true. Could it be that the ancestor would really die? Then what about husband? In Feng Ling's consciousness, he had become a god, so how could he die? Death was left to mortals.

She didn't know that the gods had a response to the catastrophe. Hongyun's catastrophe came to him, and he could not avoid it, either. As for Di Jun, he was a variable. Even Hongyun didn't know where Di Jun's catastrophe was. When did he come? What method should he use to avoid it.

Having said that, Feng Ling became worried again, unconsciously holding Di Jun's wrist on the stone table tightly, and said nervously: Which of your words are true? What are you going to die?

Di Jun glanced at Feng Ling's tightly held finger, and did not dislike it at all. With her holding her so much, she raised her eyebrows, her eyes were concentrated on her face, but the calm question was full of answers: Why are you worried that I will die?

Feng Ling was burned by Di Jun's burning eyes, subconsciously avoided her gaze, let go, lowered her head, and nodded in the sound of mosquito screaming: Yes, worry

Di Jun thought Feng Ling's expression was really interesting, so he raised his eyebrows again, his eyes still fixed on her face with a smile, and deliberately raised a tone and said: Oh?

The tone that was picked seemed to have a tail sound, like a small hook, captivating, which made Feng Ling suddenly withdraw her hand. Realizing that she was too nervous, she couldn't help but have a red face. She couldn't reveal her little thoughts about loving her husband so quickly. Just say it well, but if she doesn't say it well, you will be teased to the point of being teased.

Feng Ling withdrew her hand, looked so handsome in the dress, and waved her palm in front of Di Jun, and whispered: Because, you are my guardian saint, you are going to die, who will protect me? What if someone wants to harm me?

I didn't ask why you were worried.

Oops! Disguise is useless. Feng Ling paused and beat him up. Why did it become an explanation and cover it up? Feng Ling's aura was declining, and she lowered her head helplessly, hesitating to organize his words: Then that

However, before Feng Ling's words were organized properly, Di Jun responded that seemed calm and calm: Anxin, if I want to die, I will definitely kill you with my own hands before death and will not let others hurt you.

Well, Feng Ling has stuck the card, her husband is her husband, and the way to comfort people is really unusual! However, Feng Ling felt that she should be angry when she heard Di Jun's words, but why, she was very happy and relieved when she heard him say this.

She guessed that she was probably sucking her brain recently!
Chapter completed!