Venerated Venomous Consort

“Xijiu, is that you?” Di Fuyi suddenly stood up and quickly glimpsed around. “Are you here?”

The night was cold and breezy; no one answered him. He still could not see her…

Gu Xijiu looked at him from nearby; she could not tell how she felt at that moment. She was just right in front of him; she even answered him, but he could not see or hear her.

Gu Xijiu felt an ache in her heart as she looked at his miserable face; it overwhelmed her. In fact, she took a few attempts to return to the body. However, she literally bounced off it.

She circled around him and even blew her breath into his ears, but all her efforts were in vain.

She could see him and sense him. Unfortunately, he did not know she was just beside him…

“Xijiu?” He quickly cast a spell as he stared at the plate.

Gu Xijiu could recognize the spell; she knew that was the soul collection magic and it always worked!

Indeed, he caught a soul, but it was the soul of a kitten. The soul was slow-witted and struggled in his hand now.

Di Fuyi was disappointed. “Were you the one who stole the prawn?”

The soul was confused and trembled in his hand. Di Fuyi let it go and slumped on the chair. Idly, he stared disappointedly at the dishes on the table. “Perhaps, I’ve thought too much. I’ve hurt her so badly that she does not even want me anymore; why would she keen to eat the dishes I made? Moreover, it’s not delicious…”

Gu Xijiu was speechless. In fact, she was sad. She sat opposite him and fixed her eyes on him.

Di Fuyi was an almighty god, there were not many things that he could not do. Besides that, he was a perfectionist; hence, he put very high expectation on everything he did. Unfortunately, he sucked at culinary arts because the dishes tasted normal even though he tried his best to make it.

Gu Xijiu always laughed at him when they were still together. She preferred to have a lighter mood with him. Back then, he hardly cooked. He would only do so to comfort her and there were only a few dishes which he used to make.

It was normal for couples to argue. Whenever that would happen, Di Fuyi tried his best to comfort her; if that failed, he would make a tableful of dishes to please her. Normally, she would just forgive him for the sake of a tableful of dishes.

Certainly, Di Fuyi was a very arrogant person. He was good at hiding the fact that he sucked at cooking. Therefore, he only cooked a few times even though they had been married for eight years.

However, there were now 16 dishes on the table which was too much for her stomach.

Gu Xijiu really did not know what to do at the moment. In fact, she could not even tell what she resembled now. She did not look like a soul; if she were, Di Fuyi would be able to see her.

The night was cold. Di Fuyi did not eat any of the dishes but drank in front of the table. One glass followed another as if he was flushing away his depression with alcohol.

Suddenly, he took out a flute from nowhere and began to play with it.

No doubt, he was really good at playing the flute because every single song he played was amazing. Every piece he played had been sung by Gu Xijiu before.

In the eight years they were together, she had sung more than a hundred songs in front of him.