Xi Zuzi was momentarily stunned.
Decapitation?
Blood spilled in the East Sea?
Did Fu Xi really die so tragically?
A vague, indescribable emotion swept across her heart, as if the long-tensioned heartstrings finally relaxed, yet tightened again the next moment.
She could easily predict the life and death of humans, but she couldn't foresee Fu Xi's fate.
If the plan she set up before sleeping for ten thousand years indeed included Fu Xi, then he would die an ugly death.
The little crow quietly asked, "Ancestor, do you feel heartache?"
After all, he is still your brother, right?
No matter if it's a love-hate relationship, there must be some emotion, right?
Xi Zuzi pursed her lips at the words.
A breeze brushed her face, and she replied calmly, "If he hadn't died, the one bleeding would have been me, the Ancestor."
The little crow's claws twitched.
An emotionless Ancestor, Jinjin feels like you're driving but has no evidence!
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In the concert hall.
