Where is the Emperor Fuyi?
Where is the Emperor Fuyi?
She looked at the bed.
There was only her quilt on the bed, but his quilt was gone.
In other words, everything about Di Fuyi has disappeared, as if he has never been here. what's going on Nightmare?
Is she having a nightmare?
She pinched her thigh with trembling hands.
The pain was not a dream.
She felt as if she had stepped into a bottomless hell.
She was stunned for a moment and then rushed out again.
She was so panicked that she stumbled on the threshold and made a pop.
There was a sound of wind in the distance, and a person appeared.
Seeing Gu Xijiu sitting on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately exhaled and saluted her: "Lord Holy Lord, you have finally come out."
Gu Xijiu's knees hurt and her palms were scratched.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Mu Feng standing in front of her: "What did you call me?"
"Lord Holy Lord, Lord Holy Lord, what's wrong with you?
You're injured."
Mufeng took a step forward and held a tube of ointment to treat trauma in his hand.
Gu Xijiu: "" She stared at Mu Feng, almost suspecting that he was someone else pretending to be him.
But his face, voice, demeanor, and everything about him were undoubtedly Mu Feng.
She couldn't help shaking her palms in her sleeves, and took a long breath: "Mufeng, let me ask you, where is Di Fuyi?"
Mu Feng looked confused: "Who is Di Fuyi?"
Gu Xijiu seemed to be struck by thunder, her face was as white as snow, and she said every word: "Mufeng, listen, I am not in the mood to joke with you.
Where is he and what kind of mystery is he playing?
Tell me, if he lies to me again, , I will hate him forever, hate him forever."
Mu Feng's face was confused and he scratched his scalp: "Lord Holy Lord, how dare I dare to joke with you?
I have never heard of this person."
Gu Xijiu was furious: "Mu Feng, what are you kidding about?
He is your lord and the true saint.
Don't make such vulgar jokes with me.
This is not funny."
Her voice was sharp, and the aura on her body exploded instantly.
Mu Feng shuddered and knelt down on the spot: "Lord Holy Lord, did you have some illusion in the forbidden area?
Our lord has always been you, Di Fuyi What the hell is this?
How can he be the real Holy Lord?"
He was worried and took out a tube of spray from his arms: "Lord Holy Lord, this is the medicine for dispelling illusions.
You can try spraying it."
Gu Xijiu: "" She took several steps back.
Her hands and feet were cold, and Mu Feng's expression didn't look like he was faking it.
He really looked like he had never heard of Di Fuyi before.
He seemed to have completely forgotten about Di Fuyi.
She inhaled and inhaled again.
She seemed to have thought of something in her mind, but she just didn't dare to admit it or face it.
She was like a drowning person desperately trying to grab a floating life-saving straw.
She stood there for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took out a stack of paper from the storage bag on her body.
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Gu Xijiu didn't want him to write some of the information Fuyi had written these days, so she just pulled a bunch of them and put them in her storage bag.
Now she took it out and wanted to use it as evidence: "These are some magic materials he wrote.
Look."
At this point, she suddenly stopped and stared at the stack of papers, almost holding her breath.
Originally, this pile of paper was filled with words written by Di Fuyi himself, but now it is a pile of blank paper: