Chapter 1136 Hidden Illness

When Di Fuyi woke up again, he found a pair of Bi people in front of him.

The man was wearing a light blue gown with flowing water patterns, his facial features were engraved, his eyes were deep, his temperament was elegant, and a folding fan in his hand seemed to shake the green mountains and beautiful waters. It was Mo Zhao.

And the woman beside him was as beautiful as the most dazzling flower in the world, with a cold temperament, wearing a long skirt of the same style and color as Mo Zhao, with sparse eyebrows, holding a bamboo flute in her hand, it was Gu Xijiu. She held Mo Zhao's arm like a 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 body was powerful and seemed to be condensed into a solid body, it could also unleash powerful moves. Once someone has real physical contact with him, that person will either pass through his body without touching him at all, or he will be frostbitten by the power of his soul, and his body will go stiff.

But now that the two were standing there hand in hand, Gu Xijiu did nothing wrong.

Mo Zhao is now an entity! No longer a soul body!

Di Fuyi's vicious eyes finally saw this. But that's not what he's concerned about now, he glanced at Mo Zhao and then fixed his eyes on Gu Xijiu.

Her state is obviously abnormal!

Di Fuyi's eyes darkened instantly: "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 hurt her. How could I do anything to her?" She patted Gu Xijiu's little hand: "Xijiu, my shoulder hurts..."

Gu Xijiu immediately became nervous, pulled him to sit down on a stone bench, stood behind him and beat his shoulders attentively, her small fists fell one by one, with neither light nor heavy force, and Mo Zhao closed comfortably He closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying himself.

Di Fuyi's eyes fell on Gu Xijiu's little fist, watching her rise and fall, his thin lips were pressed tight!

Mo Zhao opened his eyes, looked at Di Fuyi with interest, saw that his face seemed to be paler, smiled, then turned to tell Gu Xijiu: "Xijiu, I'm a little thirsty..."

Gu Xijiu immediately turned around and ran out: "I'll make you some 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 to keep your promise?"

Mo Zhao flicked his sleeves slowly: "This deity just washed away all her memories. Her previous memories were too bad and would cause her pain. This is just right now. She is a brand new person. And he only likes me and only cares about me. The real deity did not harm her, on the contrary, she is still healthy and happy every day, wouldn't this be the best for her?"

What a fart! The current Gu Xijiu is like a robot, without any thoughts of her own, is that good?

Mo Zhao looked at him with a smile: "Di Fuyi, don't you see something different about me?"

Di Fuyi slightly closed his eyes: "It's just wearing a stinky skin, what's there to be happy about?"

Mo Zhao: "..."

After a while, Gu Xijiu came in with a set of tea sets, and even a small red clay stove, and sat there to start brewing Kung Fu tea. She lowered her brows and eyes, and took every procedure very seriously, as if making tea was the only thing left in her life at this time.