The sound of Indra's flute continued, and countless transparent flowers floated out of his jade flute, turning around and flying towards the courtyard, overwhelming those strange vengeful spirits...

His face turned pale, and it was obvious that playing this song also took great effort to think about it.

Luo Qingyu looked at him silently for two seconds, then turned his eyes and rose into the air.

The evil aura in the air is still extremely heavy, and the air seems to be stagnant and the pressure is so strong that people can't breathe.

As Luo Qingyu ascended upwards, he felt extremely heavy, as if countless hands were pulling her in the air to prevent her from rising.

Finally, she also rose to the same height as him, and Di Shiyin glanced at her: "What are you doing here? Go quickly and leave here!"

The voice is indifferent and cold, but it does not seem to be spoken by the mouth, but by the ventral language.

While speaking, the sound of the flute continues to continue-

Luo Qingyu ignored him and suddenly took action, and a colorful light shone towards the courtyard that seemed to be alive...

The colorful light brought Haopei's righteousness and enveloped the courtyard with the sound of flute. The entire courtyard trembled like a living, and the noise that made people almost burst into tears was a little less...

The sound of flutes and colorful lights cooperate with each other, constantly hovering and flying on the courtyard covered by black gas.

After about a fragrant plant, the chaotic black air above the courtyard gradually dissipated, and the sound of crying like a ghost was getting smaller and smaller, and finally it was silent.

The light flashed slightly in Indra's eyes, as if he didn't expect that the girl in front of him had such deep thought power-

He didn't say anything to Luo Qingyu anymore. He bounced his fingers and countless blood beads emerged from his fingertips, dripping in the air, forming countless golden spells floating into the courtyard-

The courtyard finally returned to its former peace, standing in the storm of wind and rain, like a sleeping monster.

"Let's go!" Indra said two more words, and turned around and did it.

His voice was cold and his people were cold. In the vastness of the sky, only the white clothes were moving forward like the wind.

Luo Qingyu's blood was about to boil, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and it became cold and silent.

He did not recover his memory!

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so cold to her!

Treat her like a stranger—

Since he has not recovered his memory, why did he come to save himself?

Did you happen to meet by chance? Or—

There seemed to be a fire burning in her heart, and she wanted to rush forward and slap him to wake him up!

I wanted to kick him over, and I wanted to throw him into his arms, hugged his waist and cried, which was earth-shaking... and then beat him again-

This complex feeling was too strong and could not be described in any sentence, which made her stand in place and forget how to react.

As if he noticed Luo Qingyu's stunnedness behind him, Indra's feet were like flowing water: "What are you doing while standing there? Keep up!"

The voice was still cold and indifferent, high above, and he didn't even look back, making people feel annoyed.
Chapter completed!