Although Xiao Dihao is a little thinner, he still looks cute like Yuxue. When he opens his eyes to look at people, he almost makes him look cute!
Gu Xijiu couldn't help but said, "Come, let me hug you."
He wanted to take the child from Di Fuyi's arms, but Di Fuyi refused: "It's inconvenient for you. If you don't want to carry heavy things, let me hold him."
Gu Xijiu: "..."
Di Hao Black Line, he is not a heavy object!
He now weighs only a dozen kilograms...
If he took a breath, it would be lighter.
The family of three just got together.
Di Hao was still very happy and immediately ordered the eight guards: "Let's set the food. Today's food will be richer, four sweet, four salty, three spicy and three sour..."
He named fourteen dishes in one breath, and the eight guards immediately agreed and filed away.
Di Fuyi glanced at Di Hao with a half-smile but not a smile. This boy really had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he had trained his eight guards to be as obedient as cats...
What's even more rare is that the dishes Di Hao ordered are all Gu Xijiu's favorites. It seems that this boy has a very precise grasp of his mother's taste.
Gu Xijiu still felt that Di Hao's face was a little pale, so she checked his pulse. It seemed that he was wasting away from excessive fighting. She was a little confused: "Did you fight in the demon world? Why was your spiritual power so wasted?"
Di Hao paused and said, "Yes... I accidentally had a nightmare a few days ago, and I wasted too much in the dream."
Hearing him talk about dreams, Gu Xijiu's heart moved: "Speaking of dreams, I dreamed about you a few days ago."
Di Hao's eyes were bright: "Really? What did you dream about the child?"
Gu Xijiu rubbed her eyebrows and shook her head: "I forgot. I only remember dreaming about you, but I forgot the specific content of the dream."
Di Hao smiled and said something like he accidentally said: "Mother, you won't dream of watching a theater with me, right?"
Gu Xijiu's heart moved, and she vaguely remembered that she had indeed watched a play in that dream.
But what show are you watching
"Hao'er, you also dreamed of watching a show with me? What show were you watching?" Gu Xijiu simply kicked the ball back.
Di Hao seemed to be careless: "I forgot, it seems that someone is sitting on a boat playing chess with others..."
Some scattered pictures flashed in Gu Xijiu's mind. In those pictures, there were white clothes and black clothes...
etc! She seemed to see a man in black in her dream!
She thought hard, but the scattered images seemed to have been deliberately hidden. When she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember it.
She only vaguely remembered that in her dream there were two men playing chess, one in white and one in black. The number of ways they played chess was completely different from the normal number of ways to play chess. She seemed to have learned several...
But she couldn't remember the appearance of those two people.
etc! The chess moves in her mind seemed to be similar to when Di Fuyi was playing with the star array—
"Fuyi, who did you learn the star formation technique from?" Gu Xijiu blurted out.
As far as she knew, other saints who came up from the lower realm did not play with star formations. At most, they would observe stars and then influence one or two of them, rather than drastically changing the trajectory of stars like Di Fuyi...
"You can teach yourself without a teacher." Di Fuyi didn't hide it either.
"Then do you still have any memories before going to the lower world?"
"No more." Di Fuyi's heart moved slightly.
He had no real childhood in the lower world. It seemed that he was a teenager when he woke up, with no childhood memories...
Do you have other identities
"Xijiu, is my identity related to your dream? Have you seen me in your dream?" Di Fuyi asked the key point.
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Write a few chapters of sweet daily life, and sort out the ideas behind it.
(End of chapter)