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Chapter 1153: What the hell do you want to mess with?


"Now you can say it" "Developing your clone is going against the grain, so even though you have ninth-level spiritual power, it is much more difficult than ordinary people to move forward, and you may even stop moving forward.

Mo Zhao's face changed slightly.

He began to listen to Di Fuyi's analysis of his hidden illness, but he didn't analyze it to the point.

He still didn't believe him, but after listening to his last few words, he felt a little worried.

In addition to being a heavenly eunuch, this body actually has such a big flaw.

Long Fan never said this.

Is this true, or was Di Fuyi just lying to him?

"What else?"

Mo Zhao asked again.

Di Fuyi answered nonchalantly: "If there's anything else, I need to feel your pulse."

Mo Zhao was stunned for a few seconds and then smiled: "What else are you trying to do?"

Di Fuyi glanced sideways at him: "Why are you so afraid of me when I'm like this?

Why are you so afraid of me?"

Mo Zhao sneered: "I'm not afraid of you.

Well, I'll let you test your pulse."

He also secretly laughed at himself for being paranoid.

Di Fuyi was now tied up like a rice dumpling, and the spiritual power on his body had been almost eliminated by the Spirit-Eliminating Lock.

Even if he wanted to cause trouble, he was powerless.

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

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

The room was extremely hot, and Di Fuyi was sweating a lot, but his fingers were cold, like popsicles.

When he touched his veins, Mo Zhao was excited, thinking that he was causing trouble, and was about to get away. , but found that the other party was really taking his pulse, so he held back.

The other hand secretly kneaded a magic formula, and was ready to knock the opponent unconscious as soon as there was any movement from Di Fuyi.

But Di Fuyi just took his pulse.

After a moment, he removed his hand, looked at Mo Zhao and chuckled: "It seems that your hidden illness is man-made."

Mo Zhao: "" Di Fuyi's words seemed to hit him hard in the heart, and he took a deep breath: "How to say it?"

Di Fuyi said nothing, closed his eyes, and issued an order to expel the guests: "I am tired.

You can leave now."

This appetite is whetting Mo Zhao was furious and stared at him for a moment: "Do you know what my hidden disease is?"

"So hungry and thirsty" Di Fuyi sighed softly.

Mo Zhao: "" After a while, a waiter finally brought a piece of pear sugar and lotus seed porridge, which can clear away heat and relieve hunger and thirst.

Mo Zhao didn't want to feed him, and Di Fuyi was very fussy and wouldn't let the waiter feed him, so Mo Zhao simply unlocked him again and let half of his arm free.

At least I can hold a bowl and drink by myself.

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

In the end, Di Fuyi did not reveal the answer for him, but told him to touch a certain location on his chest and asked him to check if there was any pain.

As expected, Mo Zhao clicked a little bit on his own area, but that area actually hurt like a needle.

Of course, the pain was only fleeting and disappeared as soon as he removed his fingers.

He was shocked and confused, paused for a moment, and then tapped a little more at that location, but he felt no discomfort at all

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