Bei Yingya turned around suddenly, "Snow Dye!" However, his vision was blocked by the dazzling red light, and his divine sense could not peek into it, and after a while, the red light dissipated, and the melancholy moon and the emperor disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, Bei Yingya felt empty in her heart, as if she had lost the most important corner, and the only softness left in her heart dissipated as she left. Bei Yingya turned around, the back was indescribably cold and resolute, and Leng Yi's face was extremely firm: Xue Ran, I will definitely guard this reincarnation array for you, I, when you return, at that time, I will rejoice with you again!

At this time, Sorrowful Moon Xue Ran and Emperor Yin really entered the formation, completely cut off from the outside world. In the array, dark red light intertwined, enveloping the reincarnation altar, densely staggered, impermeable. A dark aura lingered all around, as if choking the throat, suffocating like drowning, and delicate and gorgeous dark lines shone as if to break through the restraints of the altar.

Standing in the center of the altar, his figure was covered by red light, he could no longer support this huge pressure, his body shook slightly, falling like a butterfly, Emperor Yin's face was eager to hide, and he flew into the center of the altar, the dark red light only put a layer of red light on him, but he couldn't stop half a minute, and his toes were light, catching the moon and snow.

Holding her petite and soft body tightly, he tried his best to protect her in his arms, the dark red light around her was surging, spinning like the wind, and scraping her back like a knife, Di Yin had only one thought in his heart: fortunately, Dye Er was not injured. A cold light flashed in Emperor Yin's silver eyes, and when he, the Saint Monarch of Destruction, was covered, he snorted coldly, raised his bony hand, and the silver light submerged, and the surroundings gradually turned pale red, returning to calm.

In his arms, the beautiful face of the melancholy moon and snow dyed was lost, and the already extremely pale face added a touch of morbid enchantment, the snow-dyed patterns at the corners of the eyes were silver, and the silver pupils were a little deeper, and the deep pupils were like bottomless black holes, which were breathtaking. The holy face became charming at some point, and on the wide-sleeved white feather skirt, a large blooming silver snow-dyed flower bloomed, scorching its brilliance. The gestures are seductive, and all things in heaven and earth are discolored.

"Dye..." The silver hair is intertwined like vines, the white clothes are flying, the clothes are dancing, and the emperor's gentle silver pupils are facing the clear silver eyes dyed by the melancholy moon and snow, and the picturesque eyebrows and eyes are close in front of him.

The distance between the two is short, Di Yin can clearly see the finely curled eyelashes of the Sorrowful Moon Snow at this moment, casting a circle of scallop-shaped shadows under the eyelids, Di Yin's heartbeat seems to have missed a beat, he lowered his head and approached the face of the Sorrowful Moon Snow, the Sorrowful Moon Snow Stain innocently blinked the crystal silver eyes, Emperor Yin's heartbeat was like a drum, and the Sorrowful Moon Snow Stained with a little pale lips, suddenly, deeply pierced his heart.

"I'm sorry, Dye'er. It's me who didn't protect you. The cold lip flap gently dropped a kiss on the forehead, light as if a feather was flying. Emperor Yin's deep silver eyes were full of self-blame and guilt. At this moment, he is no longer the cold-hearted Supreme Saint, just an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires who will blame himself and feel guilty for hurting his beloved.

Sorrowful Moon and Snow Stain looked at him enchantingly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, the slender hand was wrapped around his neck, and the green white fingertips drew circles on Di Yin's chest: "How does Yin plan to compensate others?"

Di Yin couldn't laugh or cry, Dye'er is like this, the state of weekdays is really very different, the warm fragrant nephrite is in his arms, and the woman he loves the most is close in front of him, almost seducing his sensitive nerves, facing Dye'er, his self-control has always been zero.

The white teeth as white as pearls bit his white earlobes, the tips of Di Yin's ears couldn't help but turn red, a suspicious flush appeared on his cold face, and someone's little hand restlessly reached into his placket, wandering around unscrupulously, accompanied by a crisp laugh like silver bells.

Di Yin's body stiffened, and he said a little hoarsely: "Dye'er, don't make trouble, you are playing with fire*." The slender fingers as jade pressed the white slender hand on his body, carefully placed it in the palm of his hand, as if he was treating a unique treasure, and gently held it, Di Yin's face involuntarily flashed with joy, as sweet and satisfied as a child getting candy.

Inadvertently, the divine consciousness was released, Di Yin's heart ached, and the other hand under the wide sleeve was clenched into a fist, and the green muscles were exposed. At this moment, the melancholy moon is dyed with snow, the breath is weak, the divine consciousness is almost dissipated, the divine power is completely gone, and it is clearly extremely weak.

Emperor Yin's indifferent face was furious, and his eyes were cold: what a reincarnation array, he dared to take care of him doubly, and he was reluctant to be dyed by a little grievance and weakened into such a look. When he returns, he can't stay in this array. Dye'er's current body, how can she bear the pain of removing her divine bones and stripping her divine sense, not to mention that Di'er has been injured, even if she is as strong as ever, he can't allow her to be hurt in the slightest. In that case, I had no choice but to break through.

"Hidden..." As if he had guessed what he was going to do, as soon as Sorrowful Moon Xue Ran spoke, Di Yin put his index finger on her lips, and his low and pleasant voice was full of infinite tenderness: "Shhhhhhhhh Dye'er, get some sleep, when you wake up, everything will be fine, trust me. ”

The soft voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and the sorrowful moon Xue Ran raised her eyes a little groggily, and saw a white dress like snow in a trance, and then fell into a coma. Di Yin gently hugged the snow dyeing of the moon, sniffed the faint fragrance of snow-dyed flowers on her body, evoked a charming smile, and walked forward slowly, with firm and powerful steps.