The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

Since Di Fuyi had such high authority within the mermaid tribe and had once conceded such a significant duty to Lan Yaoguang, they surely had a private and instant communication mechanism. Only with that, was Di Fuyi able to turn up immediately when accidents happened.

Lan Yaoguang sighed, knowing that he would not be able to conceal anything from Gu Xijiu. He hesitantly took out his jade tablet. The tablet had a function similar to that owned by Mu Feng and his brothers. Almost immediately, they were able to get into contact with Di Fuyi.

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Mu Feng looked at his Lord anxiously. His Lord was behaving somewhat different lately. He constantly drifted off. He could look at a tree for half a day in complete silence. Traditionally, looking at trees was not a massive problem since the people in the past always learned through observing trees. He could assume that his Lord was musing on a profound question. However, his Lord had gone as far to drift off to the battlefield.

Mu Feng looked at Di Fuyi who was standing beside four carcasses of monsters, and he sighed. Did he drift off again?

Di Fuyi did not usually behave this way, especially in a crowd. Drifting off sporadically would mean he was trying to devise a plan to play his tricks on others; drifting off so often would mean that someone would soon face some colossal problem!

However, the rate of him drifting off increased these days. When he was battling with four monsters just now, unbelievably, he stopped in the middle of the battle and was almost thrown off by the horn of one of the monsters!

Had it not been Mu Feng who came to help, The Lord would be severely injured. Mu Feng finally found it unbearable and paced forward. “My Lord, your injury…”

However, it was as if Di Fuyi failed to hear anything as he remained standing on the spot. The blood from the wound on his arm had smeared on his coat, yet he was still unaware of it. He was lost in his own thoughts.

Sometime later, the jade tablet tucked in Di Fuyi’s waist lit up. Mu Feng knew that it was the sea tribe’s King of the mermaids. He contacted Di Fuyi only to request – on behalf of Gu Xijiu – that he came to visit the sea tribe for a divorce.

When Mu Feng heard the news, he was shocked. Thinking that it was only a skirmish between Gu Xijiu and Di Fuyi, he laughed and made a joke. However, he did not take long to realize that Gu Xijiu was serious. She wanted to divorce his Lord!

She got Lan Yaoguang to make the request once every one or two days, and Di Fuyi’s reply was the same: He was busy, and there was no time for a divorce. Let us talk later.

Mu Feng found his Lord behaving oddly. He knew why Lan Yaoguang contacted him, but he would always answer it. He would listen intensely to the entire request in silence, give the same reply, and then hang up. Later, he would drift off again for half a day.

Not only that, he would drift off while looking at the bracelet on his wrist, as if a flower just bloomed on it.

Mu Feng curiously looked at the bracelet for a moment but failed to understand anything. Besides having colors that always changed, he did not find anything unusual.

The Lord’s possessions were always a thousand times fancier. He also had many treasures that were a thousand times prettier than that bracelet. However, The Lord’s gaze never lingered on them. It was only the bracelet which he would stare at when he drifted off as if a great secret was appearing on it.

Mu Feng failed to understand, but he did not ask either. He knew that his Lord never behaved in a peculiar manner. Who knew what was he thinking about?