Emperor Fuyi? Where is Di Fuyi
She looked at the bed. There was only her bedding on the bed, but his bedding was missing...
In other words, everything about Di Fuyi has disappeared! It looks like he has never been here before.
How is this going? !
Nightmare
Is she having a nightmare
She pinched her thigh with trembling hands, it hurt! Not a dream…
She felt like she had stepped into a bottomless hell. She was stunned for a moment and then rushed out again...
She was so panicked that she stumbled on the threshold and made a pop.
There was a sound of wind in the distance, and a person appeared. Seeing Gu Xijiu sitting on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately exhaled and saluted her: "Lord Holy Lord, you are finally out!"
Gu Xijiu's knees hurt and her palms were scratched. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Mu Feng standing in front of her: "You... what did you call me?"
"Lord Holy Lord, Lord Holy Lord, what's wrong with you? Ah, you're injured!" Mu Feng stepped forward and held a tube of ointment to treat trauma in his hand.
Gu Xijiu: "..."
She stared at Mu Feng, almost suspecting that he was someone else pretending to be him!
But his face, voice and demeanor...everything was undoubtedly Mu Feng.
She couldn't help shaking her palms in her sleeves, and took a long breath: "Mufeng, let me ask you, where is Di Fuyi? Where is he?"
Mu Feng looked confused: "Di Fuyi? Who is Di Fuyi?"
Gu Xijiu seemed to be struck by thunder, her face was as white as snow, and she said every word: "Mu Feng, listen, I am not in the mood to joke with you! Where is he?! What kind of mystery is he playing? Tell him, he If you lie to me like this again, I will hate him forever! No, I will hate him forever!"
Mu Feng had a confused face and scratched his scalp: "Lord Holy Lord, this subordinate... How dare I make fun of you? I have never heard of this person... "
Gu Xijiu was furious: "Mu Feng, what are you kidding about? He is your lord and the real saint! Don't make such a vulgar joke with me, it's not funny!"
Her voice was sharp, and the aura on her body exploded instantly. Mu Feng shuddered, and fell to his knees: "Lord Holy Lord, you... did you have some illusion in the forbidden area? Our lord has always been you, Emperor Who the hell is Fuyi? How can he be the real Holy Lord?"
He was worried and took out a tube of spray from his arms: "Lord Holy Lord, this is the medicine for dispelling illusions. Please spray it and try it."
Gu Xijiu: "..." She took several steps back.
Her hands and feet were cold, and Mu Feng's expression didn't look fake. He really seemed like he had never heard of Di Fuyi. He seemed to have completely forgotten about Di Fuyi...
She inhaled and inhaled again. She seemed to have thought of something in her mind, but she just didn't dare to admit it or face it.
She was like a drowning person desperately trying to grab a floating life-saving straw. She stood there for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took out a stack of paper from the storage bag on her body. Gu Xijiu didn't want him to write some of the information Fuyi had written these days, so she casually pulled a bunch of them and put them in her storage bag...
Now she took it out and wanted to use it as evidence: "These are some magic materials he wrote. Look..." At this point, she suddenly stopped and stared at the stack of papers, almost holding her breath. !
Originally, this pile of paper was filled with words written by Di Fuyi himself, but now it is a pile of blank paper!
(End of chapter)