Chapter 1153 What the Hell Are You Trying to Do?

"Now you can talk!"

"Developing your clone is going against the sky, so even if you have a ninth level of spiritual power, it is much more difficult for you to go further than ordinary people, and you are even stagnant. It also has a It has a fatal flaw, it cannot be used to cultivate an immortal body, it has a normal lifespan, but it also has an advantage, that is, it can maintain its appearance until death of old age..." Di Fuyi talked eloquently.

Mo Zhao's complexion changed slightly. He began to listen to Di Fuyi's analysis of his hidden illness and didn't understand the point. He still didn't believe him, but after listening to his last few sentences, he felt a little apprehensive——

Apart from being a heavenly eunuch, this body actually has such a big flaw? ! Long Fanke never said this!

Is it true, or was Di Fuyi talking nonsense to fool him?

"What else?" Mo Zhao asked again.

Di Fuyi replied casually: "There is more? I need to feel your pulse."

Mo Zhao froze for a few seconds, then smiled, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Di Fuyi glanced at him sideways: "What are you afraid of me doing when I look like this now? Are you so afraid of me?"

Mo Zhao sneered: "This deity is not afraid of you, well, this deity will let you try your pulse."

He also secretly laughed at himself for being suspicious, Di Fuyi was tied up like rice dumplings now, and the spiritual power on his body was almost dissipated by the Xiaoling lock. Even if he wanted to make trouble, he was powerless.

So, he handed his wrist to Di Fuyi's hand.

Di Fuyi's fingers could still move in a small range, so he took his pulse.

The room was extremely hot and stuffy, and Di Fuyi was sweating a lot, but his fingers were cold, like popsicles. When he touched his veins, Mo Zhao shuddered, thinking that he was playing tricks, and was about to run away , but found that the other party was really calling for his pulse, so he held back again.

The other hand quietly squeezed a magic formula, preparing that if Di Fuyi made any abnormal movements, he would immediately hit him unconscious!

But Di Fuyi just took his pulse for him, and after a while, he moved his hand away, looked at Mo Zhao and smiled lightly: "Your hidden illness...seems to be man-made."

Mo Zhao: "..."

Di Fuyi's words seemed to hit his heart hard, and he took a light breath: "How should I say it?"

But Di Fuyi didn't say anything, closed his eyes, and gave the order to evict the guest: "I'm tired, tired. Your Excellency can leave now."

This appetite whets the appetite!

Mo Zhao got angry and stared at him for a moment: "Do you know what the hidden disease of this deity is?!"

"Very hungry! So thirsty!" Di Fuyi sighed softly.

Mo Zhao: "..."

After a while, a waiter finally brought a lotus seed porridge with pear sugar, which clears away heat and relieves fire, and quenches hunger and thirst.

Mo Zhao didn't want to feed him, and Di Fuyi was very hairy, and he wouldn't let the waiter feed him, so Mo Zhao simply undid another lock for him, allowing half of his arm to be free. At least I can drink from a bowl by myself.

After finally waiting for Di Fuyi to finish a bowl of porridge, Mo Zhao waited for him to reveal the answer.

In the end, Di Fuyi didn't reveal the answer for him, but told him to touch a certain part of his chest to see if it hurts.

Sure enough, Mo Zhao tapped a little bit on his own place, but the spot actually hurt like a needle prick!

Of course, the pain was just a flash, and the pain disappeared as soon as he moved his finger away.

Surprised, he paused for a moment, and then clicked a little bit at that position, but he didn't feel any discomfort.