Gu Xijiu's figure slowly appeared in the cell. She stared at the purple-clothed priest: "Emperor..."
Before the last two words were spoken, the purple-clothed priest made a silent gesture: "Holy Lord, you can take your maid away!"
Wu Qianyan stumbled over and knelt at Gu Xijiu's feet. Although she was speechless, tears burst out of her eyes when she looked at Gu Xijiu. But then she seemed to remember something and raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears. Wipe it and kowtow to Gu Xijiu.
Gu Xijiu pulled her up and glanced at Di Fuyi: "I took her away, how can you explain to the demon king? Do you need me to take you away too?" Her teleportation technique brought both of them with her. no problem.
Di Fuyi's eyelashes curved slightly: "I have my own idea. I would have been sure to rescue her even if you didn't come."
"Um? How to save him?" Gu Xijiu was curious. The defense here was not as tight as usual. How easy would it be to take someone away from so many eyes? Not everyone has her teleportation skills.
Di Fuyi did not speak, but took out a bag from his body, and then shook out a person from the bag.
The man was completely unconscious and fell to the ground motionless.
Gu Xijiu saw the man's face clearly and her heart moved: "This is the princess of the demon clan! You-"
Di Fuyi said calmly: "She is the one who deserves to be cut to pieces this time."
While he was talking, he had already struck the demon princess. A moment later, the demon princess had been transformed into Wu Qianyan's appearance, which was so lifelike that even the whip wounds on her body were very similar.
Gu Xijiu finally understood what Di Fuyi was going to do, Li Daitao's plan.
She thought of the bag Di Fuyi had just carried out, and her heart moved slightly. The bag seemed familiar to her, as if she had seen it somewhere.
She had the impression that there was someone who owned this bag. She kept it like a treasure and would not show it to anyone because it was so long ago and her memory had deteriorated a lot after a long sleep. She couldn't remember it for a while.
However, she vaguely remembered that this bag could only hold dead things, not living things. Living things would easily suffocate to death...
"Can I see that bag of yours?"
"No." Di Fuyi refused without raising his head.
It was rare for someone to refuse her so simply!
Gu Xijiu sighed: "Don't worry, I am not coveting your bag, but I see it as belonging to an old friend and want to take a look."
"Old friend?" Di Fuyi finally raised his head: "Which old friend?"
His eyes were bright and his gaze was a bit compelling.
Gu Xijiu shook her head: "I am an old friend from a long time ago. You are too young to recognize it. I ask you, where did you get this bag? Can it only hold dead things, not living things?"
Di Fuyi chuckled, his smile a little cold: "Does the Lord want to interrogate me?"
Gu Xijiu frowned: "I don't mean anything, I'm just curious."
"I'm sorry, I have no obligation to answer the questions of the God." Di Fuyi said these words lightly, and a sharp thin blade appeared in his palm. He looked at the demon princess lying there and held it back lightly. Eyebrow, suddenly asked Gu Xijiu: "Can the divine being cut off a person's lungs?"
Gu Xijiu hugged her and said, "Of course." She is the God of Creation. As long as she is given enough materials, she can even create humans, let alone take out human lungs.
Di Fuyi's eyebrows stretched, and he raised his hand and handed the thin blade to Gu Xijiu: "Then please ask the deity to take it for her personally."
(End of chapter)