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Jun Fuhe touched the mother Gu with his index finger.

"So, will you give it?" Jun Fuhe raised his hand, and there was a piece of paper sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger.

"Should I say no to it?" Di Yunge narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly.

Jun Fuhe put the paper in front of Di Yunge, shrugged indifferently, "You don't have to give it."

"No, it's like your style." Jun Fuhe squeezed the Gu worm's head fiercely, "I thought you really liked Shen Zhaoxue, but now it seems that you can only use it. If that's the case, I'm not as beautiful as an adult. , kill this mother gu."

"You can go back and collect his body, and get the godhead you always wanted."

Di Yunge looked at the mother Gu and frowned.

Being pinched by Jun Fuhe, the mother Gu suddenly spit out some green things from its mouth.

Di Yunge glanced at it, and unconsciously remembered Shen Zhaoxue's unconscious appearance before.

He bit his thin lips tightly, hesitating extremely, but agreed.

"Give me the mother's Gu." Di Yunge stretched out his hand, his phoenix eyes were full of fierceness, "Give it to me, I will write it for you."

Knowing that he would agree, Jun Fuhe smiled lightly, "I'll give it to you after you finish writing it."

Knowing that Di Yunge was worried, Jun Fuhe bit his index finger and dripped blood on it, only to see that the mother Gu, who was still dying just now, suddenly came back to life.

"Feed blood every day, if you don't feed it, you will die, hide it in your heart, and use spiritual power to nourish it." Jun Fuhe sat beside Di Yunge holding the mother gu, watching him write.

Seeing him sitting down, Di Yunge looked at the mother Gu while writing down the formula in his heart, while writing, he suddenly stopped writing.

Jun Fuhe frowned, and was about to speak when Di Yunge started to write again with a pen.

Di Yunge's handwriting was strong and powerful. After finishing writing, Jun Fuhe raised his hand to read the paper, but Di Yunge stopped him.

"Gu." Di Yunge raised his chin and tapped the mother Gu.

Jun Fuhe chuckled, and put the mother Gu into his palm.

Seeing that the mother Gu got into his arm, all the way up to his heart, Di Yunge withdrew his hand.

Jun Fuhe reached for the paper in front of him, and when he took it away, the words not only penetrated the back of the paper, even the table was engraved with words.

Looking at the writing on the table, Jun Fuhe chuckled, "Where is the pen you're holding here? You're clearly holding the sword, right?"

Di Yunge pursed his thin lips tightly, tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't want to talk to anyone.

Jun Fuhe took the paper and read it carefully, and after confirming that it was true, he prepared to let Di Yunge leave.

Xie Qing entered the room at some point, and the soup in his hand made Di Yunge's lips move slightly.

Di Yunge raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Qing, who was so frightened that Xie Qing's hands trembled and almost knocked over the soup.

Fortunately, Jun Fuhe put the paper into his arms in time, stood up and supported him, so as not to be scalded by the hot medicine.

"Antifetal medicine?" Di Yunge looked at them and chuckled, "Give me a pair."

Jun Fuhe frowned, and was about to say something, but Xie Qing grabbed his wrist and shook his head.

Jun Fuhe didn't say that sentence after all, but just looked at Di Yunge and said hello.

Waiting for someone to take the medicine bag, Xie Qingqiu also finished the medicine and sat aside with his hands down.

Di Yunge took the medicine and was about to leave. Before leaving, he took a special look at it, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Xie Qing felt terrified when he saw him, he raised his hand uncontrollably, put it on the other hand, and then slammed it down!

A hideous mark was left behind, and blood flowed from the wound, dripping all over his clothes.

Seeing this, Jun Fuhe hurriedly put down his pen and stepped forward, knelt down, and asked him what he was doing?

Di Yunge looked at the two of them, his smile gradually froze, and when he left Tinglan Xiaolou, he laughed again.

Suddenly, the sun had already set on the western mountain, and there was a layer of thin clouds floating in the sky, dyed with brilliance.

As soon as Di Yunge entered the room, he saw several baskets of vegetables outside the door. He replaced the morning cabbage, this time with radishes and...

He pursed his lips, kicked the vegetable basket, and the coriander.

He hates coriander.

The vegetable basket kicked by him fell on the bamboo steps, scattering a step of coriander.

Di Yunge stretched out his hand, and just about to push the door, he was dragged into the room by the people inside.

The door slammed shut.

Di Yunge frowned tightly, just as he was about to call out the sword, he was embraced by someone.

Suddenly, a pleasant smell of green grass flooded into the tip of the nose.

It's Shen Zhaoxue.

Di Yunge pursed his lips, raised his half-hanging hand, and put it on the wrist that hugged his chest tightly.

Shen Zhaoxue hugged him, buried her head in his neck, and said aggrievedly, "Where is your majesty?"

"I'm going to buy some medicine." Di Yunge held up the medicine for him to see, "What's the matter? Don't tell others about my love?"

Shen Zhaoxue shook her head, and whispered, "Stop talking."

"Your Majesty bought it..." The word "what medicine" has not blurted out yet.

Shen Zhaoxue saw the bloody hole in his palm, "This is?"

Di Yunge hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it, but was still grabbed by Shen Zhaoxue.

The palm prints on the palm were cut off by the blood hole, revealing the criss-crossed meridians inside, and the coagulated blood was half glued to the flesh.

Shen Zhaoxue felt excruciating pain just by looking at it.

"How did you do it?" Shen Zhaoxue squeezed his wrist, looked at the bloody hole, didn't know what to do for a while, so she could only blow wildly into his palm.

Hope this can relieve some of his pain.

After blowing for a while, Di Yunge didn't hear a reply.

Shen Zhaoxue felt distressed and helpless, so she had to pull him to sit by the brazier, hold his wrist and give him spiritual power.

Looking at Shen Zhaoxue's serious appearance, Di Yunge sighed and looked at his hair, "It doesn't hurt."

"Why doesn't it hurt?" Shen Zhaoxue's words were a little anxious, unconsciously tinged with anger.

Di Yunge was stunned for a moment, then put down the medicine bag and pushed it under the bed, then reached out and took out the copper plate to show him.

"I accidentally knocked on a stone, and a hole was made in the palm of my hand, and even the copper rope was broken." Di Yunge put the copper plate into Shen Zhaoxue's palm.

Looking at the copper plate, Shen Zhaoxue noticed that the things tied around his neck were missing.

"Later, later, I will get your Majesty a new one." Shen Zhaoxue put the copper plate aside.

Di Yunge looked at the copper plate and touched the tip of his nose.

It was getting late, and the people who went to the market returned home in twos and threes. Some unsold items in the market were picked up and asked door to door.

Diyun singer was tied with gauze, leaning against the bamboo window to watch those people selling gadgets.

Looking at it, Di Yunge suddenly thought of something and hurried downstairs.

Shen Zhaoxue heard the movement, and hurriedly looked out from the Juzao Club, but found that Di Yunge was nowhere to be seen.

After thinking for a while, I felt that he was going downstairs to buy things, so he didn't take it to heart.

After the dishes were ready and served on the table, Di Yunge hadn't returned yet.

Shen Zhaoxue took the red thread, thought for a while, cut off her hair and braided it together with the red thread.

Later, when Di Yunge entered the house, he saw Shen Zhaoxue with a braided red rope on his lap.

"Why is it so short?" Di Yunge sat down, just about to reach for the bracelet, but Shen Zhaoxue pinched his wrist.

Di Yunge raised his head, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Because it's tied to the wrist." Shen Zhaoxue helped him tie the red rope.

"Why is it dark inside?" Di Yun stretched out his hand, trying to fiddle with the red string, but Shen Zhaoxue grabbed it.

"Your Majesty, you can't pick it off in the future." Shen Zhaoxue thought for a while and added, "You can't cut it, let alone chop it in half."

Di Yunge, who was poked at the center of the matter, let out a soft oh, and didn't care about the red rope any more.