"As for the woman, she insisted on defending the mussel without first identifying the truth. The third Guardian, Tie Liu, is injured because of her. Therefore, I would like her to come with us to the ninth heaven."
Di Fuyi took a look at the mussel, who was now resting on the back of Lu Wu. Instinctively, the mussel trembled a little when their eyes met. It could not explain the awe and veneration that it had for the man.
Di Fuyi lay his body down lazily on the back of Bai Ze, with his hand supporting his chin. "Hmm, I see. Mussel, come here. Tell me everything that you have been through over the past few days. I would like to know," he demanded smilingly.
Before the mussel could say anything, Tie Zheng quickly interrupted, "My Prince, the mussel is a sly old fox. What it says may not be the truth."
"How will you know that it is not the truth before the mussel even speaks?" Di Fuyi answered with a sarcastic smile.
