Di Jiu raised his eyes, and looked at Mo Jue's eyes in a complicated way, but after all, he turned into a wisp of sigh and disappeared into the silent air.

"Tell me, what's on your mind?" Mo Jue sat there lazily, his legs folded, his fingers against the corners of his forehead, his expression faint.

"What can I have on my mind?" Di Jiu shook his hand casually, and a pot of wine fell into her palm, and she raised her head and took a sip.

When the spicy liquid flowed through her throat, her heart also warmed, and a feeling of exhaustion slowly welled up in her heart, forcing her body to feel a little weak.

"Anyway, you and I have known each other for a few years, there is nothing that cannot be said, maybe I can answer the questions for you, after all, I have lived for so long, and many things have been seen." Mo Jue's eyes flashed slightly.

Di Jiu stared at the wine jug with lowered eyes, was silent for a while, but asked, "Western Bliss, can you go?" ”

Mo definitely didn't seem surprised at all by this question, he rubbed his palms, and said without raising his head: "If it's not a disciple of Buddhism, you can't see the entrance to the holy land of Buddhism." ”

And for this answer, Di Jiu was also not surprised, she smiled mockingly: "In this life, life is tiring." ”

"I always thought that I just needed to stand at the top, but when I looked back, I found that there were people outside the mountain, and it was useless."

She thought that as long as she became the master of the imperial capital, no one would be able to control her, but Liyuan's disappearance made Di Jiu suddenly feel so tired.

Mo Jue came out of nowhere and sat down with her to drink, "What do you like?" ”

It's a no-brainer.

Di Jiu was stunned and laughed: "What do you like?" ”

"Hmm."

Hearing this question, Di Jiu's first reaction was to leave the abyss, but she didn't say it, just asked, "What do you like?" ”

Mo Jue's eyes slowly lifted, looked directly at her, and said word by word: "Quan." ”

"Right?" Emperor Jiu was surprised.

Mo Jue's gaze fell outside through the window, "Well, right, I like rights, but after living for a long time, I feel that these things are actually useless, not everything in this world can be obtained with rights, such as ......"

That man......

"Oh, I thought great poets had no desires." Di Jiu suddenly laughed.

Mo Jue looked at her: "There is nothing that cannot be passed, as long as you live, there is hope for everything." ”

Hearing this, Di Jiu smiled and said nothing.

After three rounds of drinking, she felt more and more tired, and lay there motionless and did not want to move.

"I've known each other for two or three years in the blink of an eye, and I always feel that time is too short." Mo Jue's smile seemed a little bleak.

The flask in Di Jiu's hand fell, and she fell asleep.

Covered her with a blanket, Mo Jue walked out quietly, but before leaving, he looked back deeply at the sleeping woman on the bed, and there was a soft light in those eyes.

In the night, a phantom figure rose into the air, gradually heading towards the west.

Eventually disappeared into the night.

Following.

Di Jiu got up early, drank a bowl of sobering soup to get rid of the headache, and then went to the imperial study.

She pondered for a long time before she finally wrote a letter.

"Joy."

Le Ji walked in from outside the hall: "The subordinates are here." ”

Emperor Jiu rolled up the letter, put the letter in the bamboo tube, "Send this letter to the ghost army and give it to the ghost king." ”

Le Ji was stunned, but he didn't say much, took the bamboo tube and left.

Di Jiu pinched his eyebrows tiredly and leaned back in his chair.

Yes, she accepted Mo Jue's suggestion, she had to join forces with the ghost army, otherwise she would really have no chance of winning when the Demon Realm and the God Realm joined forces to rush over.

Being surrounded by enemies on all sides has made her fidgeting lately.