"You're still mean to me! I almost died!" Lu Jiuque took the lead and protested through gritted teeth.
Di Shifang was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion, "I didn't feel any wounds on your body. Are you really doing this because you were playing in the mud?" This smell is so overwhelming...
Lu Jiuque: "..." So what the hell is Wanyiba? She is not a naughty kid!
There are no wounds on her body, that's because Zi Lingzhu healed her while she was on the way!
fall!
Lu Jiuque's expression became even sadder as he thought about it, like a child who had lost his favor, stubborn and pitiful.
Di Shifang couldn't bear to see her aggrieved expression, even if he knew she was most likely faking it, he couldn't bear to part with it.
He sighed, stepped lightly, and appeared next to Lu Jiuque in a blink of an eye. He didn't care about the disgusting dirt and mud on her body, and pulled her into his arms domineeringly but gently, stroking her back. , said in a cold voice that was completely opposite to his gentle movements: "Okay, who made you become like this?"
Lu Jiuque was not afraid of Di Shifang's stern look and inner anger. She had completely figured out his temper. In front of her, he was just a paper tiger.
She clutched Di Shifang's robe tightly, her face puffed up, and she explained clearly the cause and effect of the matter, and then asked doubtfully: "Now, the Great Demon King, who is the soul that you said was nourished by the Wordless Heavenly Book? Why did he You want to save me? According to Xiao and the others, Yi Li should be dead, so why did he reappear? As if nothing happened? He doesn’t remember anything? "
Di Shifang narrowed his eyes and whispered: "That soul will save you because you are the master of his Horcrux. Finally, the other Yi Li is a clone."
"Clone?"
"right."
After Di Shi spoke in dialect, he picked up Lu Jiuque and jumped. The scene in front of his eyes was reversed, and the two of them were in front of a mist-shrouded fairy spring in an instant.
"What clone?"
Lu Jiuque still wanted to ask, but Di Shifang hugged her and jumped into the water. The spring water filled her with a gurgling sound, which was so overwhelming.
"big… "
Lu Jiuque just opened her mouth, but was silenced by his gentle kiss. As the young man continued to swallow her breath, a deep tiredness came over her. She blinked and gradually fell asleep.
Seeing Lu Jiuque's peaceful sleeping face, Di Shifang reluctantly left her lips and patiently removed her worn clothes.
Seeing her curled up under the water like a newborn baby, Di Shifang's eyes were full of tenderness.
He hugged her, pressed a kiss on her forehead, and whispered: "Good boy, take a rest first."
When you wake up, these worries will disappear.
"Wow-"
Di Shifang stood up from the water, with his long hair clinging to his slender body, and the spring water falling down his long eyelashes. He was like a bottle of white jade sculpture, interpreting the elegance and slender beauty to the extreme.
He slowly opened his eyes, stared at the calm water, and called, "Come out."
"GuluGulu..."
Deep in the clear spring water, an ink-colored lotus bloomed leisurely, and a young man in a cloak waded out of the water, like the incarnation of soul and darkness.
There was no trace of blood in the young man's pale face, and even his thin, graceful lips were so white that they were almost transparent.
But his eyes are deeper than the Nine Netherworld Water.
He and Emperor Shifang stood face to face, and the ripples of water spread in circles under their feet, one white and one black, one existence and one destruction, life and death, like reversed day and night, inlaid reincarnation, reflected stars...