Chapter 1153
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"You can tell me now!"
"Developing your clone body is going against the natural order. Therefore, even though you have a spiritual power of level nine, it is much more difficult for you to improve compared to ordinary people. You might not even be able to move forward. It also has a fatal flaw. You can't use it to practice an immortal body. It has a normal lifespan, but it also has an advantage. It can preserve your appearance until you die of old age … "Di Fuyi explained.
Mo Zhao's facial expression changed slightly. At first, he did not believe Di Fuyi's analysis of his hidden illness. However, after listening to Di Fuyi's last few sentences, he was a little worried.
Apart from being born castrated, how could there be such a big flaw?! Long Fan had never mentioned this before!
Was it true, or was Di Fuyi lying to him?
"What else?" Mo Zhao asked again.
Di Fuyi answered casually, "What else? Also, I need to check your pulse. "
Mo Zhao was stunned for a few seconds and laughed. "What are you trying to do?"
Di Fuyi looked at him. "Why are you still afraid of me when I look like this? Why are you so afraid of me? "
Mo Zhao sneered. "I'm not afraid of you. Alright, I'll let you check my pulse."
He secretly laughed at himself for being overly suspicious. Di Fuyi was tied up like a dumpling, and his spiritual power was almost depleted by the Spiritual Chains. Even if he wanted to play any tricks, he would not be able to.
Therefore, he put his wrist next to Di Fuyi's hand.
Di Fuyi could still move his fingers in a small area, so he checked his pulse.
The room was extremely hot, and Di Fuyi was sweating a lot. However, his fingers were as cold as a popsicle. When he checked his pulse, Mo Zhao was shocked. He thought that Di Fuyi was playing tricks on him. When he was about to dodge, he realized that Di Fuyi was really checking his pulse, so he held back.
His other hand secretly pinched a spell. He was ready to knock Di Fuyi out if he made any strange moves!
However, Di Fuyi only checked his pulse. After a while, he moved his hand away and looked at Mo Zhao with a smile. "Your hidden illness … seems to be man-made."
Mo Zhao was speechless.
Di Fuyi's words were like a heavy blow to his heart. He took a deep breath and said, "What do you mean?"
Di Fuyi didn't say anything more. He closed his eyes and ordered his guest to leave. "I'm tired, tired. You may leave now. "
His appetite was whetted!
Mo Zhao was furious. He stared at him for a moment. "Do you know what my hidden illness is?!"
"So hungry! I'm so thirsty! "Di Fuyi sighed.
Mo Zhao was speechless.
A moment later, a waiter finally brought over a serving of pear candy and lotus seed porridge. It could relieve internal heat, relieve internal heat, and quench hunger and thirst.
Mo Zhao did not want to feed him, but Di Fuyi was very stubborn, so he did not allow the waiter to feed him. Therefore, Mo Zhao unlocked another lock and freed half of his arm. At the very least, he could hold his own bowl and drink.
Finally, Di Fuyi finished his bowl of porridge. Mo Zhao was waiting for him to reveal the answer.
However, Di Fuyi did not reveal the answer to him. Instead, he told him to touch a certain spot on his chest so that he could feel any pain.
Indeed, Mo Zhao touched that spot on his chest, and it was as painful as being pricked by needles!
Of course, the pain only lasted for a moment. When he moved his finger away, the pain disappeared.
He was shocked. He paused for a moment and touched that spot again. However, he did not feel any discomfort.
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