"There will be a genocide, and you don't have to hand over it with him."

Gu Xijiu: "..."

"Daily...Daily Saints?! Can this be used to do it?"

The voice didn't speak.

Gu Xijiu took a breath: "Then he needs to teach the Saint Descendant many things, and it will take many years, right? I feel that at least more than ten years... there will always be ten years, right?"

The voice sighed, and seemed to be unable to bear to tell the truth.

Gu Xijiu was anxious: "Why are you so sticky? You are not as refreshing as ordinary people! Since I am the future saint, even Tianji has the right to know!"

That voice: "..."

Logically speaking, telling her now is not considered revealing the secret...

The voice became cold and he said emotionally: "In less than half a year... you'd better forget him! It will be better for you."

Gu Xijiu's eyes turned dark, and she felt like she was stepping on the sky from a cliff...

She's going crazy!

...

Long Siye looked at the obviously stiff corpse in front of him, which was not as big as ordinary fire!

This corpse was from Gu Xijiu, and was brought by Di Fuyi. It would be fine if this man paraded the streets with his corpse every day, but now he finally broke the corpse and remembered to find him?

He, Long Siye, can indeed save lives and heal the wounded, but what can he do if he is already so hard and dead?

He looked up at Di Fuyi. Di Fuyi was wearing a mask and couldn't see her expression clearly. Her eyes were as deep as the sea, with faint hope swelling in it, as if she treated Long Siye as the last straw: "Is there a way to restore it?"

Long Si's voice was cold in his voice: "If this body had been put directly into the crystal coffin and used secret methods to maintain it, it might have been alive, but now - if I didn't expect it, it would rot within three days!"

Di Fuyi was obviously hit and took a step back and stared at the corpse in a daze.

He actually used secret methods to maintain this original body, so that the original body would maintain the necessary vitality like a vegetable. He was still waiting for Gu Xijiu to be resurrected on this original body in the future...

But he didn't expect that the original body would suddenly begin to decay. He could not stop its decay after using all the methods. All the vitality of this body began to be cut off one after another, and slowly turned into a real corpse...

What's even more terrible is that he had vaguely felt Gu Xijiu's existence a few days ago, but suddenly he couldn't feel it in the past few days!

If Cangqiong Yu hadn't said that Gu Xijiu would be resurrected in forty or fifty years, Di Fuyi would have been really desperate!

It turns out that he can't even protect her original body-

Long Siye felt very uncomfortable. Life was worse than death these days, and he could hardly find the meaning of life. Now that he saw Di Fuyi bringing this corpse to the door, his mood definitely fell to the lowest point!

Regardless of whether the other party was a noble Saint, he sneered and vented all the anger and depression in his heart.

Di Fuyi listened silently, and sat there without refuting a word.

Long Siye felt bored while cursing. What if he scolded the other party to death? Xijiu couldn't come back!

He looked at the corpse and took a breath and said, "Let her be buried in peace! Our world over is concerned with the deceased being buried in peace."
Chapter completed!