Long Fan suddenly walked in quickly: "Xijiu, why are you here? Come with me." He raised his hand to take Gu Xijiu's hand.
Gu Xijiu suddenly took a step back: "Don't come near me, you smell like corpse!"
Long Fan: "..."
He took a low breath: "Okay, I won't come near you. But Xijiu, you have to leave here quickly, otherwise your brother Zhao will be very unhappy when he sees it and will punish you."
Gu Xijiu raised her sharp chin: "No way, brother Zhao loves me very much, and he will not say a harsh word to me."
Long Fan threatened her: "That's because you didn't step on his bottom line. Once you do, he will be very vicious! He will throw you into the lava..."
Gu Xijiu's face turned pale and she took a step back: "I... I won't." She was no longer confident and stamped her foot: "I won't tell you anymore! I'm going to find Brother Zhao!" She turned around and ran away.
"Long Fan, is this the result you want?" Di Fuyi said, successfully stopping Long Fan from leaving: "In any case, she was born from your hands, and you should be considered his father. No father in the world would do this to a girl who was originally smart, clever and calm and had the intelligence of a child!"
Long Fan paused slightly, and after a while he said coldly: "That's my business and has nothing to do with you!" He turned around and walked out.
Di Fuyi closed his eyes again.
After a moment, he seemed to sense something again. He opened his eyes and looked at a corner: "Your Excellency, you are addicted to voyeurism? Are you so sneaky in your own nest?"
A figure appeared in the corner. He was dressed in black and had silver hair. He was extremely handsome. He was none other than Lord Mo Zhao.
After he appeared, the corner of his lips curled up: "Zuo Tianshi is indeed Zuo Tianshi. Even though he has been tied up with such virtues, he can be so keen and able to sense the invisible self. I almost doubt that your identity is not just Zuo Tianshi... "
When he said this, his eyes were as sharp as blades, not missing any subtle expression on Di Fuyi's face.
Di Fuyi seemed to be very interested: "Then what do you think my identity is?"
Mo Zhao smiled: "Holy Lord!"
Di Fuyi also smiled: "Thank you very much for looking up to me so much."
Mo Zhao couldn't tell anything from his expression, so he suddenly stepped forward, lifted up the soul-killing locks on Di Fuyi's body and waved them.
This is undoubtedly a kind of torture. Di Fuyi's head was covered with sweat. His face turned pale again, but there was still a smile on his lips: "Mo Zhao, you seem to be dissatisfied with your desires, so you come to trouble me?"
Mo Zhao froze! It's like being stepped on and it hurts. He sneered: "What do I want to dissatisfied with? Xijiu is by my side, and I can do whatever I want. And you... so what if you like her? Aren't you tied here like a dog and unable to move? You can only look at her. To me..." His voice suddenly lowered, with a touch of magnetic hoarseness: "She is not ordinary passionate about me, especially in that aspect..."
He was very annoyed with Di Fuyi's current attitude of using him as a quilt even if the sky fell, so he wanted to spare no effort to attack him whenever he had the chance. I want to tear off the calm coat on the other person's face, and see the other person get angry and run away...
Unfortunately, he was still disappointed. His words seemed to have no impact on Di Fuyi. Di Fuyi looked at him for a moment, smiled leisurely, and said without comment: "Really? What do you think of you... you seem to have a hidden disease?"
(End of chapter)