When Di Fuyi woke up again, he found a pair of beautiful women in front of him.
The man was wearing a light green gown with flowing water patterns.
He had engraved facial features, deep eyes, and an elegant temperament.
He held a folding fan in his hand, which was like shaking the green mountains and beautiful water.
It was Mo Zhao.
The woman next to him was as beautiful as the most dazzling flower in the world, with a cold temperament.
She was wearing the same long dress of the same style and color as Mo Zhao, with light eyebrows and holding a bamboo flute in her hand.
She was actually Gu Xijiu.
She held Mo Zhao's arm like a little 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 was powerful and seemed to be condensed into a solid body, and could also perform very powerful moves, after all, it was a virtual thing.
Once someone has real physical contact with him, that person will either pass through his body and not be able to touch him at all, or they will be frostbitten by the power of his soul and his body will become stiff.
But now that the two of them were standing there holding each other, there was nothing wrong with Gu Xijiu.
Mo Zhao is now a physical entity and no longer a soul.
Di Fuyi's eyes were venomous and he finally saw this.
But that wasn't what he was concerned about now.
After he glanced at Mo Zhao, he focused his gaze directly on Gu Xijiu.
Her condition is obviously abnormal Di Fuyi's eyes instantly darkened: "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 love her.
How could I do anything to her?"
He patted Gu Xijiu's little hand and said, "Xijiu, my shoulder hurts a little."
Gu Xijiu immediately showed a nervous look, pulled him to sit down on a stone bench, stood behind him and beat his shoulders diligently, her little fists fell together, the force was neither light nor heavy, Mo Zhao closed his arms slightly in satisfaction With his eyes closed, he seemed to be enjoying himself very much.
Di Fuyi's eyes fell on Gu Xijiu's little fist, watching her fall together, his thin lips pursed tightly Mo Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Di Fuyi with interest.
Seeing that his face seemed paler, he smiled and turned to Gu Xijiu again: "Xijiu, I'm a little thirsty."
Gu Xijiu immediately turned around and ran out: "I'll make you tea."
Di Fuyi: "" He looked at Mo Zhao coldly: "You used medicine on her, Mo Zhao.
You promised that you would never hurt her.
You are not afraid to keep your promise."
Mo Zhao slowly flicked his sleeves: "I just washed away all her memories.
Her previous memories were too bad and made her suffer.
This is just right now.
She is a brand new person.
And she only likes me and only cares about me.
I have not harmed her.
On the contrary, she is still in excellent health and is very happy every day.
Isn't this the best for her?"
Damn it, Gu Xijiu is like a robot now, she has no thoughts of her own at all, that’s why it’s so applauding Mo Zhao looked at him with a smile: "Di Fuyi, don't you see what's different about me?"
Di Fuyi closed his eyes slightly: "I'm just wearing a stinky skin, what is there for you to be happy about?"
Mo Zhao: "" After a while, Gu Xijiu walked in with a tea set and even a small red clay stove.
She sat there and started making kung fu tea.
She lowered her eyebrows and performed every procedure with great care, as if making tea was the only thing left in her life at this time
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