Di Fuyi answered cheerfully: "Thirsty, hungry.
So Gu Xijiu brought the two portions of porridge over and took a few steps closer to him.
Suddenly she held her breath and pursed her lips slightly.
Di Fuyi knew that she probably smelled the so-called stinky salted fish smell on him again, and the next step was probably to leave a few feet away immediately Unexpectedly, Gu Xijiu only paused for a moment, then came over and placed two portions of porridge in front of him: "Eat it."
If Di Fuyi hadn't known that she was afraid of his smell, he would have wanted to be pretentious and let her feed him at this moment.
Now, forget it, don't pick her up.
He used his slightly freer arm to pick up the porridge and drink it.
It tasted good.
The most important thing was that she brought the porridge.
When he has reached his level of cultivation, he actually doesn't need to eat the whole grains in this mortal world anymore, so even though he was locked up here for six or seven days, he didn't say how hungry he was.
The way he looks now is half fake and half real.
After all, it still hurts to have this spirit-killing lock tied to his body like this.
Gu Xijiu saw that he was eating deliciously, and for some reason, she felt very satisfied.
"You haven't eaten anything?"
she couldn't help but ask.
Di Fuyi nodded and didn't bother to speak.
In the past six or seven days, he had only eaten the bowl of lotus seed porridge that Blackmail Mo Zhao had given him.
It was not even enough to stuff between his teeth, so it could be considered as nothing.
Gu Xijiu couldn't bear to interrupt him, but still wanted to have a chat with him: "I see you sleep a lot."
"Well, boring."
Di Fuyi finally replied to her.
"Then have you?"
She was about to ask him indirectly if he had dreamed of her, but Di Fuyi interrupted him directly: "Xijiu, when you finish drinking this bowl, pass that bowl to me.
I can't reach it." " Just kidding, there are cameras in this room.
Long Fan and Mo Zhao are most likely staring at him secretly.
He can't let Gu Xijiu ask that question.
So he quickly changed the topic.
Fortunately, Gu Xijiu was relatively well-behaved, so she shut up and handed over another copy.
Without waiting for her to ask any more questions, Di Fuyi said: "This reality is so helpless.
I can still have sweet dreams when I sleep.
I have had several sweet dreams in the past few days.
I dreamed about blooming mountain flowers and outing in the wild.
I dreamed about fighting with my friends.
Drinking wine, dreaming about fighting with the enemy."
He said several things, but there was no one she wanted to hear.
When he stopped talking, she couldn't help but ask: "That's all your sweet dreams, did you miss anything?"
Di Fuyi shook his head: "Of course not.
I can remember every one of my dreams, so they are unmistakable.
Uh, by the way, what did you want to ask me about just now?"
Gu Xijiu's bright eyes were a little dim, and she shook her head: "It's nothing."
That was her secret, the secret between her and Di Fuyi in her dream.
She didn't want to tell anyone else, not even Di Fuyi in reality.
While Di Fuyi was eating porridge, Gu Xijiu studied the spirit-dispelling lock on his body and touched it with her hand.
She found these locks very unpleasant and wished she could open them for him.
The locks in front of her looked very complicated, but she strangely felt that she could probably open them, but it would take a lot of effort.
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His whole body was covered in blood, and deep wounds could be seen on the exposed muscle parts of his wrists, which hurt her eyes.
Strangely enough, she had seen Mo Zhao kill someone since she woke up, and she didn't think anything of it.
But now that she saw the wounds on Di Fuyi's body, her heart felt inexplicably painful: