Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 354
Di Jiu smiled slightly, "Is there any difference?"

Yes, there is no difference, Mo Jue will die if he loses, and death means he has lost.

Facing Mo Jue, Di Jiu couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, whether he was an enemy or a friend.

The enemy is because he is the ghost king, and the friend is because he has helped himself too much.

He appeared when she needed help the most, and he believed in himself without hesitation when she needed trust, although...he might have done something that she couldn't accept.

But isn't this just fate?
How could God choose to give all good things to one person?

So, out of emotion and reason, she didn't want anything to happen to Mo Jue.

"Rest early." Mo Jue said no more, got up and left unhurriedly.

Looking at the man's slow pace, Di Jiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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The snow blowing outside the window was clueless, blowing from all directions and drifting everywhere, leaving only layers of cold air permeating the air.

Di Jiu stood on the tallest palace in the palace, looking down at the mountains and rivers that belonged to her alone.

A long stream of white air came out of her mouth, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. She was just over [-] years old, but her brows were a little darker. It was the baptism of experience and had nothing to do with age. .

"Is not It Cold?"

Mo Jue's voice sounded from behind, Di Jiu turned around and saw the man flying up into the air, "How do you know I'm here?"

The man threw the cloak to her casually, and said flatly, "I can find you wherever you are."

Di Jiu was stunned, his eyes flowing: "Why?"

The wind and snow drifted between the two, carrying Mo Jue's cold voice: "I played hide-and-seek a lot when I was a child, and finding people is the best."

"Pfft..." Di Jiu finally couldn't help laughing.

Hearing her laughter, Mo Jue turned his eyes slightly, a glint of regret flashed across his eyes, he put his hands in his cuffs, his fingertips gently rubbed against the wooden sculpture's face, as if he was stroking the wooden figure's smile.

He praised: "It looks good when you smile."

Di Jiu took a deep breath and let it out again heavily. Looking around, the whole of Kyoto was shrouded in a layer of red. There were couplets pasted on every door and lanterns hanging high. It was really lively.

"I don't plan to hold a banquet on New Year's Eve this year. I want to take my children to Jiuzhuan Mansion to celebrate New Year's Eve. Do you... want to go back and have a look?" Di Jiu asked.

Mo Jue frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you looking at?"

Di Jiu raised his eyebrows: "You have been in the imperial capital all along, won't your subordinates have any objections? It's New Year's Eve, you ghost king should go back and have a look no matter what."

Mo Jue was amused by her words, "I am the emperor, and they are the ministers. You want me to go back and see them? Where did you hear this fallacy?"

Di Jiu was so choked that she couldn't utter a word, she stood with her hands behind her back, thought for a while and asked, "The formation of the ghost army was so sudden, how did you gather them on such a large scale?"

With a wave of his palm, Mo Jue brushed off the snow on the city wall, leaned against the city wall, and said with a smile, "Are you spying on the enemy's secrets?"

The woman pursed her lips, showing the shyness of a rare daughter, "Eh...does it count? It shouldn't be counted."

He laughed softly, narrowed his eyes and said: "I didn't do anything, it was just a very tough move. If you don't bow your head and surrender, you will die. They will naturally be obedient."

"Jiu'er, sometimes there are things that cannot be measured by feelings and worldly etiquette. If you are too emotional, you can only let yourself fall into the abyss first."

(End of this chapter)