Flute was startled, and quickly jumped away from the little child on the ground, and burrowed into the grass, and that timid appearance was really different from the arrogant appearance of the boss he was injured.

Afraid of death, the flute is an absolute fear of death.

Suddenly, a stone came from behind him, and he was afraid that he would be able to catch up with Fengzhu.

The flute nested in the flowers, his two eyes kept peeking around, and his body did not dare to move, for fear that he would make a little noise, and his breath would be hidden in the previous moment. It's just that he lay down in the flowers for a while, but there was no movement outside.

No one came, and there was not a single ghost.

The little child on the road was still lying there, motionless like a dead man.

Diyin frowned, gathered his spirit, and carefully sensed his surroundings. And just for a while, he felt that there was an unconcealed aura in the flowers not far from him.

I was too nervous before, I didn't notice it at all, but now I realize that the figure hidden there doesn't seem to have any mysterious energy, just an ordinary person, and even from that breath, I can feel it, it's just a child.

It was just a child, and now the flute was not afraid at all, and he relaxed his vigilance, and walked out of the grass generously, enduring the pain of the injury in his body, pretending to be arrogant, and shouted to the grass where people were hidden: "Come out." ”

It's just a kid, he's not afraid at all.

The sound of the flute was louder and more powerful in this quiet place, and it directly frightened the small figure in the grass, and the flowers shook from the branches and leaves.

"Not coming out, are you?" Feng Zhu saw that the people in the flowers were still squatting there and didn't come out, and after snorting coldly, he walked to the side of the child in the middle of the road, and then shouted at the flowers, "If you don't come out again, I will kill your little friend directly." ”

He thought that he had just wanted to touch the little guy's throat to see if there was any breath, but he didn't want to be attacked by the little guy in the flowers. So, the one hiding and the one lying here should be a little friend. It's just because the one in the flower bush thought he wanted to kill the one lying on the road just now, so he hit him with a stone!

Sure enough, as soon as Diyin's words fell, the person hiding in the flowers immediately jumped out and shouted at Diyin in a panic: "Adults spare your life, adults spare your life." ”

As soon as the small body appeared, he knelt down in front of the flute, kowtowing desperately, desperately begging for mercy.

Diyin stared at the little guy who was rushing in front of him, ouch, isn't this the little guy he caught in the ruins of Prince Xianyunya earlier? Called Shuangshuang?

That's right, it's called Shuangshuang.

"You just hit me with a stone?" Seeing that it was Shuangshuang, Diyin's face suddenly became unsightly, this little guy kept calling him an adult, what was he doing just now? Sneak up on him with pebbles?

Looking for death?

"My lord's life, my lord, Shuangshuang is just afraid that my adult's martial arts are too high, and I will accidentally hurt my friend, so I offended my adult in a hurry, and please let Shuangshuang and Shuangshuang's friend go!" Both kept their heads sipping.

The palace was violent, and all the people in the palace who went to fight went to war, and those who didn't fight had already found a place to hide.

And he, since the day he was caught by Diyin, has been taken away by Diyin in his residence to do chores. For a small role like him, Diyin has no interest in making him a corpse, so he can still live until now.

Di Yin also took his men to the front door to join in the fun, and a small character like him would naturally not be noticed at this time, and only at this time could he wander around the palace so freely, without the need for a token, without needing anything, and no one would stop him when he went on a rampage.

He didn't choose to immediately find a hidden place to hide, but wandered around, the purpose of which was to find the whereabouts of the little dragon lion.

Since the accident in Huayang Palace that day, he fainted, and when he woke up, he was already gone, and he saw that Fengzhu was dead, and he was made like a dead person by the sound of the flute, he was very scared, very afraid that something happened to the little dragon and lion.

Wandering around like this, he really saw the little dragon lion.

It's just that the situation is very bad.

How could the little dragon lion be left in the middle of the road? How did the flute end up here? When he saw that Di Yin suddenly grabbed the throat of the little dragon lion, he was startled, picked up the small pebble next to him and threw it at Di Yin.

Hit.

And then there's the current scenario.

"This man is your friend?" Diyin looked at Shuangshuang, and then at the child lying on the ground behind him, these two people are too different in appearance and temperament.

The little child on the ground, he knew at a glance that it was an unusual person, and the faint body protection aura that lingered around him really surprised him too much.

"Uh-huh." Shuangshuang nodded desperately, "He is a very good friend of mine, just like me, he is just a little dancing boy by Wu Yueji's side." ”

Shuangshuang spoke so vigorously, and the flute listened carefully.

Is Xiao Ye's little dancing boy around?

Diyin looked at the little dragon and lion on the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"My lord, please let us go, we are just two children, please let us go in large quantities." Seeing the little dragon and lion again, Shuangshuang's heart was excited, and he definitely didn't want the little dragon and lion to have anything to do.

"You can go." After a long time, Diyin suddenly said.

"Thank you, sir." As soon as he heard the sound of the flute, Shuangshuang excitedly kowtowed a few times, and then quickly got up to help the little dragon lion.

"Ahem, I said you can go, I didn't say you can take him away." Diyin took a wrong step, walked in front of Shuangshuang, and said with a displeased face.

Both of them paused, looking at the flute in amazement.

"Go immediately, I will change my attention at any time, I am not a good person, I will kill old and young women and Confucians." Diyin said with a cold face.

Now he is in a very bad mood, and he came back with a breath of anger from Fengzhu, and he was looking for someone to vent. Now he knows that none of the people around Xiao Ye are simple people, just like that Fengzhu, didn't he say before that he was just a guard? But that cultivation was going to scare him to death. So this so-called little dance boy is definitely not a simple person, it can be seen from that temperament and that mysterious spirit. Encountering this unconscious good pawn here, how could he let it go so lightly?

Diyin's indifferent and fierce appearance scared Shuangshuang into a big tremble, both of them were suffocated in breath, and whispered a little timidly: "Big ...... Adult, my friend is just a little kid like me, what do you leave him to do, you ......"

"Get out of here. Otherwise, I'll kill you right now. Before Shuangshuang could finish speaking, the flute was interrupted. Now he doesn't have the leisure to talk so much about the little kid in front of him.

The flute is even more fierce, and both are really scared. At this time, he really didn't dare to say anything more, and looked at the little dragon and lion with a frightened and helpless look.

The little dragon lion seemed to be unconscious all the time, and even if they spoke so loudly at this time, they did not wake up the little dragon lion for a minute.

Diyin's face sank, and a breath of Xuan Qi immediately filled the palm of his hand.

"I'll go, I'll go right away." Seeing that the flute was really angry, both of them were so frightened that they quickly ran away, and after running a certain distance, he turned back from time to time and looked at the little dragon and lion on the ground from time to time.

Did you really leave the little dragon and lion like this?

Is it really good to have the little dragon and lion with Diyin? Although Diyin is not very old, his nature is very cruel and autocratic, and it will definitely not be a good thing to keep the little dragon and lion.

But...... But what could he do?

Both of them bit their lips, and the farther and farther they went, the figure of the little dragon lion became more and more blurred in his vision.

Seeing that Shuangshuang was gone, Diyin snorted coldly from his nose, then turned around and squatted down, and looked at the little dragon and lion carefully. Well, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this little guy is not simple, and such a person must not be let go lightly. Maybe it will be very useful later.

Thinking about it, Diyin stretched out his hand to pick up the little dragon and lion.

"Ahhhh

"You dead pervert, let go of the little dragon lion." Both of them rushed to the front of the flute with a bamboo stick, and with a wave of their horizontal hands, they hit the flute directly, and they were shouting and making a noise in their mouths.

Bang –

The flute did not dodge, and took the stick of Shuangshuang, although the stick hit him firmly, but it felt like an itch to him. But the face of the flute was extremely black and murderous.

"I don't care how powerful you are, I will never let you touch the little dragon lion." Shuangshuang yelled at the flute, and when he finished speaking, "I'm sorry! A big spit spat directly into the flute's face.

Flute: "......"

He supported the stick that Shuangshuang hit, and also supported the spittle of Shuangshuang, but the sticky liquid slid down his cheeks, and instantly made his heart rage come up.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the big wooden stick that hit him, and then pulled it back, and pushed it violently, the double of the bamboo stick at one end was pulled and pulled, and then the last pile of flute sound, one end of the bamboo stick slammed into his chest, and the pain was incomparable, like a powerful force that knocked him out fiercely.

Both screamed loudly in pain, and their small bodies flew out several meters away, blood spurted wildly in an instant, and their clothes were stained with blood.

Diyin threw away the bamboo stick in his hand, wiped the saliva on his face with his sleeve, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were full of disgust and anger, "Stinky boy, you dare to spit on me with saliva, you really can't die a hundred times." ”