"The Acting Holy Lord will appear, and you don't have to deal with him.
Gu Xijiu: "" "This can also be done by the saints from generation to generation."
The voice didn't speak.
Gu Xijiu took a strong breath: "Then there will be many, many things that he needs to teach the Holy Master, and it will take many years.
I feel that it will take at least ten years or more."
The voice sighed, as if he couldn't bear to tell the truth.
Gu Xijiu was anxious: "Why are you so slimy?
You are not as happy as ordinary people.
Since I am the future saint, even Tianji has the right to know."
That voice: "" Logically speaking, telling her now wouldn't be considered a leak.
The voice became colder and said without emotion: "It will be better for you if you forget about him in less than half a year."
Gu Xijiu's vision went dark, as if she had stepped off a cliff.
She's going crazy Long Siye looked at the obviously stiff corpse in front of him.
He was not an ordinary angry person.
This body belonged to Gu Xijiu and was brought here by Di Fuyi.
This man just parades his corpse around the streets every day to show off his affection, but now he has finally spoiled it and wants to find him.
He, Long Siye, could indeed save lives and heal the wounded, but what could he do with such a hard and dead body?
He looked up at Di Fuyi.
Di Fuyi was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Only his eyes were as dark as the sea, and there was a faint hope in them, as if he regarded Long Siye as the last life-saving straw: "Is there any way?
restore it” Long Siye's voice was cold: "If this body had been placed directly into the crystal coffin and maintained with secret methods, it might have been able to remain alive forever, but now, if it goes against my expectations, it will decay within three days."
Di Fuyi was obviously shocked and took a step back, looking at the corpse in a daze.
In fact, he has been using secret methods to maintain this original body, so that it can maintain the necessary vitality like a vegetative state.
He is also waiting for Gu Xijiu to be resurrected in this original body in the future.
But he didn't expect that the original body would suddenly start to deteriorate.
He tried every method but could not stop its gradual decay.
All the vitality of the body began to be cut off one by one, and it slowly turned into a real corpse.
What's even worse is that he had vaguely felt Gu Xijiu's presence a few days ago, but these days he suddenly couldn't feel it at all.
If Cang Qiong Jade hadn't said that Gu Xijiu would be resurrected in forty or fifty years, Di Fuyi would have been truly desperate.
It turns out that he can't even protect her original body.
Long Siye also felt very uncomfortable.
Life had been worse than death these past few days, and he could hardly find the meaning of life.
Now that he saw Di Fuyi bringing this corpse to his door, his mood had definitely reached its lowest point.
Regardless of whether the other party is a superior saint or not, he just sarcastically vented all the anger and sullenness in his heart.
Di Fuyi listened silently, sitting there without saying a word in reply.
Long Siye found it boring to curse.
Even if he cursed the other party to death, Xijiu would never come back.
He looked at the corpse, took a breath and said, "Let her be buried in peace.
Our world over there emphasizes that the dead should be buried in peace."
Cangqiong Jade was actually full of doubts, but it didn't dare to fart at this time.
It was its idea to build the crystal car and the ancestral hall.
Unexpectedly, after being busy for a long time, not only could it not resurrect its owner, but it could not even save its body: