When Di Fuyi woke up again, he found a pair of beautiful women in front of him.
The man was wearing a light green gown with flowing water patterns. He had engraved features, deep eyes, and an elegant temperament. He held a folding fan in his hand that shook the green mountains and beautiful water. It was Mo Zhao.
The woman next to him was as beautiful as the most dazzling flower in the world, with a cold temperament. She was wearing the same long dress of the same style and color as Mo Zhao, her eyebrows were sparse, and she was holding a bamboo flute in her hand. She was Gu Xijiu. She held Mo Zhao's arm like a little bird and was looking sideways at him lying on the stone bed. There seemed to be some curiosity in her clear eyes.
Di Fuyi's eyes fell on the arm she was holding on to him. As far as he knew, although Mo Zhao's soul was powerful and seemed to be condensed into a solid body, and could also perform powerful moves, after all, it was a virtual thing. Once someone has real physical contact with him, that person will either pass through his body and not be able to touch him at all, or they will be frostbitten by the power of his soul and his body will become stiff.
But now that the two of them were standing there holding each other, there was nothing wrong with Gu Xijiu.
Mo Zhao is now an entity! No longer a soul body!
Di Fuyi's eyes were venomous and he finally saw this. But that wasn't what he was concerned about now. After taking a look at Mo Zhao, he focused his gaze directly on Gu Xijiu.
Her condition is obviously abnormal!
Di Fuyi's eyes instantly darkened: "Mo Zhao, what did you do to her?!"
Mo Zhao smiled: "I didn't do anything. She is my fiancée. It's too late for me to love her. How could I do anything to her?" He patted Gu Xijiu's little hand: "Xijiu, my shoulder hurts a little..."
Gu Xijiu immediately showed a nervous look, pulled him to sit down on a stone bench, stood behind him and beat his shoulders diligently, her little fists fell together, the force was neither light nor heavy, Mo Zhao closed his arms slightly in comfort With his eyes closed, he seemed to be enjoying himself very much.
Di Fuyi's eyes fell on Gu Xijiu's little fist, watching her fall together, his thin lips pursed tightly!
Mo Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Di Fuyi with interest. Seeing that his face seemed paler, he smiled and turned to Gu Xijiu again: "Xijiu, I'm a little thirsty..."
Gu Xijiu immediately turned around and ran out: "I'll make you tea."
Di Fuyi: "..."
He looked at Mo Zhao coldly: "You used medicine on her! Mo Zhao, you promised never to hurt her! Aren't you afraid of honoring your oath?"
Mo Zhao slowly flicked his sleeves: "I just washed away all her memories. Her previous memories were too bad and made her suffer. This is just right now. She is a brand new person. And she only likes me and only cares about me. I have not harmed her. On the contrary, she is still in excellent health and is very happy every day. Isn't this the best for her? "
What a fart! Now Gu Xijiu is like a robot, without any thoughts of her own. Is this praiseworthy
Mo Zhao looked at him with a smile: "Di Fuyi, don't you see the difference in me?"
Di Fuyi closed his eyes slightly: "I'm just wearing a stinky skin, what is there for you to be happy about?"
Mo Zhao: "..."
After a while, Gu Xijiu walked in with a tea set and even a small red clay stove. She sat there and started making kung fu tea. She lowered her eyebrows and performed every procedure with great care, as if making tea was the only thing left in her life at this time.
(End of chapter)