Chapter 1134: Unspeakable Disease
When Di Fuyi regained his consciousness, he saw that a couple was standing in front of him, looking as beautiful as jade.
The man was wearing a long pale green robe with flow line patterns. His facial features were delicately modeled with affectionate eyes, and he looked like someone with a very posh accent. There was a folding fan in his hand, swaying back and forth in an elegant motion. The man was Mo Zhao.
The woman next to him looked very refined and graceful. She looked like the most dazzling flower on earth. Her temperament was a little chilly. She was wearing a dress with the same color and patterns as Mo Zhao’s robe and held a bamboo flute in her hand. From her expression, she seemed calm and composed. The woman was Gu Xijiu. She wrapped her arm around his, as though a little bird resting upon him. She stared at Di Fuyi, and he could see the curiosity in her bright eyes.
Di Fuyi’s eyes fell on her arm that was wrapped around Mo Zhao’s. As far as he was concerned, although Mo Zhao’s soul was powerful enough to be cemented into a solid form and to perform great moves, his body was, after all, a virtual constitution. Once he had physical interaction with another person, he or she would either go through his body directly without being able to touch him, or be frozen and seized up by the power of his soul. However, both of them were standing in front of him, arm in arm. Gu Xijiu did not seem to be bothered at all.
Mo Zhao now had a real body. He was no longer a virtual figure! Di Fuyi’s eyes were sharp enough to tell the difference. It was, nonetheless, not his biggest concern. He cast a glance briefly at Mo Zhao, then turned his attention to Gu Xijiu. Her behavior was rather atypical.
Di Fuyi’s eyes darkened. "Mo Zhao, what have you done to her?"
Smilingly, Mo Zhao responded. "Nothing, she is now my fiancée, I could not express my admiration for her even more. Why should I do anything to her, at all?" Gently, he patted on her hand as a hint. "Xijiu, my shoulders are a little uncomfortable."
Anxious, Gu Xijiu seemed to be immediately triggered. She sat him down on a rock bench and stood eagerly behind him to massage his shoulders. Her clenched fists repeatedly rose and fell with strength neither too strong nor too weak. Mo Zhao closed his eyes comfortably. He seemed to be enjoying himself.