Long Siye looked pale and said nothing. Maybe he did have this thought deep in his heart
Mo Zhao sighed softly: "Although Wu Wuyan has plotted against you, we are a husband and wife. You and her have been married for a long time, and she really likes you..."
Long Siye interrupted him: "Her liking makes me sick! If you are just talking about this today, then you can get out!"
Mo Zhao stood with his arms folded, an unpredictable smile on his lips. He used a witchcraft to communicate with Wuyan. The witchcraft was planted in the soul. As long as he wanted to contact him, he could just recite the corresponding spell. , Of course, this kind of technique consumes a lot of soul power for Wu Wuyan. If there is no urgent matter, she will not contact Mo Zhao. Even if she does contact, it will be done in a few words, no more than one minute at a time.
When using this technique, as long as both parties are willing, they can make the other party hear the movement around them.
Therefore, Wu Wuyan on the other side could hear the conversation between Mo Zhao and Long Siye clearly.
"Wuyan, now you hear his voice? What do you think?" There was a hint of schadenfreude in Mo Zhao's tone.
There was silence for a moment: "As expected, Wu Yan has nothing to say! I just hope that the Lord will remember the promise he made to Wu Yan, never harm his life, and let him live well."
Mo Zhao's voice turned cold: "You are stubborn! Don't worry, I will not break my promise to you! Can you tell me what the so-called big news is now?!"
"Yan Nuo, he is Di Fuyi." Wu Wuyan broke the shocking news in a calm voice.
Mo Zhao: "...Say it again!"
"Yan Nuo is Di Fuyi. His subordinates saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears. He was not prepared for his subordinates. He directly told his identity and said that he became so small because he became obsessed with the devil, but he didn't want to lose it anymore. He made an agreement with Gu Xijiu, so he transformed into Ying Yannuo and stayed with Gu Xijiu, but he never wanted her to know. If his subordinates hadn't been urging him to see Di Fuyi this time, he would have refused to tell the truth. He He also restored his true appearance for his subordinates to take a look at.”
Mo Zhao: "..."
It took him a full half minute to digest the news, beating his chest in his heart.
There was once an enemy who he wanted to kill who lost his martial arts and turned into a boy and dangled in front of him. He actually ignored him because he couldn't recognize gold and jade.
If he had taken action at that time, Di Fuyi would definitely die in his hands!
He actually let go of such a good opportunity! It’s simply unbearable…
Mo Zhao had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. He paused for a long time, feeling that he couldn't worry about such a terrible thing alone, so he looked at Long Siye: "Long Siye, do you hate Di Fuyi?" ?”
Long Siye froze and lowered his eyes without answering.
Hate it? Of course he hates her. If it weren't for him, the beloved woman wouldn't fall in love with him.
If it weren't for him, Gu Xijiu might have stayed and flew with him...
Long Siye said calmly: "So what if I hate him? Even if I hate him, I won't cooperate with you! We don't agree with each other!"
Mo Zhao smiled: "If you had the chance to easily kill him with one knife, would you do it?"
Long Siye: "...What exactly do you want to say?"
Mo Zhao sighed: "There was once an opportunity right in front of you, and you could kill him with just one move. It's a pity that you missed it."
(End of chapter)