"I understand, do you hate him?"
Di Fuyi looked at her.
Lan Waihu's face was as white as paper and he closed his eyes slightly: "I don't know but I didn't want him to die."
She lowered her eyes and looked at her hand.
She still held the bloody knife in her hand.
A flash of disgust flashed in her eyes.
She wanted to throw the knife away, but it seemed like it was growing in her hand. , she flicked it, but instead of getting rid of the knife, it caused a burst of pain in the bones of her hand.
Her face changed slightly, and she subconsciously shook it again, but her hand hurt so much that it felt like it was about to fall off.
She looked at Di Fuyi as if asking for help.
The light waves in Di Fuyi's eyes seemed to be a deep pool that could wash away all sins.
He spoke slowly, with the power to calm people's hearts: "Fake things can't be true.
Real lies can't be true."
No, all right and wrong are inner demons."
His voice was like Sanskrit Zen chanting, and the inexplicable turbulent hatred in Lan Waihu's chest dissipated little by little with his voice.
"When" the knife in her palm fell to the ground.
Lan Waihu also seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
Di Fu flicked his sleeves, and a wave of light enveloped Lan Waihu.
Lan Waihu felt a chill all over her body, as if she had been immersed in ice water, which made her shiver.
When she looked up again, Di Fu Yi no longer cares about her, but lifts his sleeves.
The knife flew in front of him with the wind in his sleeves.
The knife was of ancient golden color, with a faint pattern of red threads on it, as if countless insects were twisting and rolling together.
It looked very strange, with a...
An indescribable xiéè atmosphere.
Naturally, we can't keep this kind of thing.
Just when Di Fuyi was about to destroy it completely, little Dihao at his feet stretched out his little hand to him: "Father, I want it."
"Baby, you are still a child, don't want such a destructive weapon."
A weak voice came from a corner nearby.
Lan Waihu always thought that there were two people coming, but he didn't expect to hear a third voice.
He subconsciously followed the sound and found two squatting under a big tree, a large clam with a pink shell, and a large clam with a pink shell.
A small beast with smooth fur.
She was stunned for a moment.
Are these Da Ben and Lu Wu?
The appearance has changed so much The big clam opened its shell, and what emerged from it was not the familiar little baby of Lan Waihu, but a beautiful young man who looked about twelve or thirteen years old.
The young man was looking at Di Hao worriedly, and the one who stopped him from exiting was it.
Di Hao glanced at it, ignored it, and turned to look at his father: "Father, let me see if this knife works."
Di Fuyi's eyes flashed slightly.
Ever since he broke up with Gu Xijiu in the Shura world, this child was more anxious than him, urging him as if he was on fire, but he still didn't say anything.
He only urged him to go faster and faster.
After the father and son finally found their way to the lower realm and landed on the Star-Moon Continent, the child didn't urge him to find Gu Xijiu, but pointed directly in this direction.
He must come here first.
Only then did Yan Chen be rescued in time.
Although Di Hao didn't say why, Di Fuyi vaguely understood that the safety of Yan Chen and the little fox seemed to be the key to changing the tragic fate of him and Xijiu later.
Judging from the way the little guy breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed like this was a crucial step.
It seems like something has changed somewhere.
Seeing his son's long eyes looking at the knife, Di Fuyi simply handed the knife to him.
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Di Hao held the knife in his little hand.
His little finger flicked on the blade and traced the red blood thread.
After a moment, the blade trembled and cut his little finger, and blood immediately poured out
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