Di Fuyi looked into the mirror and the palm lines on the little hand slowly appeared in the mirror…
There was a thin layer of dead skin on the palm, a few inflamed wounds, and minor scratches.
Apparently, the master of this little hand had tried her best to survive in the last few days.
Di Fuyi looked at the little hand for a short while and sighed. He tapped on the mirror again and a colorful ray had been transmitted to the vintage mirror…
Gu Xijiu who was in deep sleep did not realize that the jade in her hand was glowing. A hand appeared at the back of the jade and was placed into her palms. Di Fuyi then transmitted the colorful ray into her palm…
"Shoot…" A weird sound was heard from Gu Xijiu’s sleeve. Lu Wu stretched its head out and was frightened by the colorful ray. Its fur stood straight on its ends as it roared softly towards the jade…
Di Fuyi frowned.
