Chapter 1143 It Has Nothing To Do With You

Long Fan suddenly walked in quickly: "Xijiu, why are you here? Follow me." He raised his hand to hold Gu Xijiu's hand.

Gu Xijiu suddenly took a step back: "Don't come near me, you smell like corpses!"

Long Fan: "..."

He took a low breath: "Okay, I won't approach you. But Xijiu, you have to leave here quickly, or your brother Zhao will be very unhappy when he sees it and will punish you."

Gu Xijiu raised her sharp chin: "No, brother Zhao loves me very much, and he won't say a single harsh word to me."

Long Fan frightened her: "That's because you didn't step on his bottom line. Once you step on it, he will be very fierce! He will throw you into the magma..."

Gu Xijiu's face turned pale, and she took a step back: "It's...it's not." Her confidence was already lacking, and she stomped her feet: "I won't talk to you anymore! I'm going to find Brother Zhao!" 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 regarded as his father. No father in this world would do such a thing if a girl who was originally clever, clever and calm was turned into a child's intelligence!"

Long Fan paused for a moment, and then said coldly after a while: "That's my business, it has nothing to do with you!" He turned and walked out.

Di Fuyi closed his eyes again.

After a while, he seemed to sense something again, and opened his eyes to look at a corner: "Your Excellency is addicted to peeping? You are also so sneaky in your own den?"

There was a figure in the corner, black clothes and silver hair, handsome and unparalleled, it was the Lord Mo Zhao.

After he appeared, the corners of his lips curled up: "Tianshi Zuo is worthy of being Tianshi Zuo. Being tied up with this virtue, he can still be so sensitive and able to sense the invisible deity. I almost suspect that your identity is not only Tianshi Zuo... ..."

When he said this, his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, not letting go of any subtle expression on Di Fuyi's face.

Di Fuyi seemed very interested: "Then what identity do you think I have?"

Mo Zhao laughed: "Holy One!"

Di Fuyi also smiled: "Then thank you, for looking down on me so much."

Mo Zhao really couldn't see anything from his expression, so he suddenly stepped forward and lifted the ecstasy locks on Di Fuyi's body.

This is undoubtedly a kind of torture. Di Fuyi was sweating from his head, 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 are here to trouble me?"

Mo Zhao froze! Like being stepped on a sore foot. With a sneer: "What do you want to be dissatisfied with this deity? Xijiu is by my side, so I can do whatever I want. And you... so what if you like her? Aren't you tied here like a dog and can't move? You can only watch She treats me..." His voice suddenly lowered, with a magnetic hoarseness: "She has extraordinary enthusiasm for me, especially in that aspect..."

He was annoyed by Di Fuyi's current attitude of being a quilt even when the sky was falling, so whenever he got a chance, he would spare no effort to hit him. Wanting to tear off the calm cloak on the other person's face, and seeing the other person run away in anger...

It's a pity that he was still disappointed, his words didn't seem to have any effect on Di Fuyi, Di Fuyi looked at him for a moment, smiled leisurely, and was actually noncommittal: "Is that so? What does this seat think of you... it seems that you have hidden illnesses? "