Wu Wuyan's eyelashes drooped: "Master, Yan'er admitted that he is indeed a little special to him, but it is because he is a decent clone on the Lord, and there is no other intention."

Fan Qianshi put his palm on her shoulder: "You don't have to be afraid. I don't blame you. The reason why I said this is because I really want to fulfill you. Girls must have a home. Don't worry, after I get rid of Di Fuyi, I will personally take charge of your marriage."

Wu Wuyan lowered her head, "Thank you, Lord."

Fan Qianshi nodded: "Yan'er, as long as you are loyal, I will always love you and give you a good home. However, Long Siye doesn't have much feelings for you yet, and you still need to try to get to him and win his favor. After all, a forced melon is not sweet."

Wu Wuyan was silent for a while: "...Yes! Everything under his subordinates obeyed the Lord's arrangements."

She looked at the fragments all over the ground and subconsciously wanted to clean up. Fan Qianshi waved his hand: "No need, just step down."

Wu Wuyan left obediently, and only Fan Qianshi was left in the hall. Fan Qianshi looked at the fragments all over the ground, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.

He leaned over and cleaned up the pieces little by little without using any magic. It seemed as if he was using these to sort out his messy mood.

There was a big fragment. He picked it up and looked at it. It seemed as if he saw the woman's face through the fragment. His fingers slowly clamped the fragment tightly. The fragment pierced his palm, and blood sprayed out along the cracks of his fingers. He closed his eyes slightly.

Xijiu, Xijiu, Master—

I will make you regret... I used to treat me like that...

...

Inside Biwu Palace.

Gu Xijiu stared at the pile of bacon on the table that she sucked into bacon. It was originally a big one, but now it has shrunk to the size of a teacup, like a dried eggplant, with no trace of spiritual energy on it.

She looked at her hands again. Has she practiced the corpse-sucking method?

"Xijiu, how do you feel?"

"Mom, how do you feel?"

Di Fuyi and Di Hao spoke almost in the same voice.

Gu Xijiu moved her arms and legs a little, and then activated her spiritual power: "There is nothing wrong, I feel that her spiritual power has increased a lot."

Di Fuyi pulled her over and said, "Let me see." A palm was gently pressed on her lower abdomen.

Gu Xijiu was forced to sit on his knees and was half in his arms, while Di Hao was looking at her with his eyes wide open.

Gu Xijiu's pretty face turned slightly red, and she was rarely shy. She coughed lightly and was about to break away. Di Fuyi's arm tightened slightly: "Be good, don't move!"

Gu Xijiu felt a little moved, as if she realized something: "Okay, I won't move."

He looked at his son again and felt a little embarrassed: "Hao'er, your father is treating his mother..."

"Hao'er understands." A funny flashed in Di Hao's eyes, knowing that his mother was shy...

After a while, Di Fuyi finally let go of her and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally done! Hao'er, you have made a great contribution this time!"

Di Hao still believed in his father's medical skills. He looked bent: "It can only be said that Hao'er is lucky. He can find the dragon in time to get this thing. It can help his father's mother..."

Di Fuyi raised his hand and rubbed his son's head: "How lucky is my father to have a good son like you!"

Gu Xijiu listened silently to these words that the two of them said as if they were silenced. After thinking for a moment, he tapped the table with his fingers and said with a smile: "Don't be busy praising each other, who will explain to me what's going on?"

...

Good night, I feel uncomfortable today, so I will update two chapters less.
Chapter completed!