However, Jiujiu turned a deaf ear to their words and just continued to look for Mo Li.
Why not? Jiujiu felt that she had a sense of intimacy in Moli, as if Moli should not have been like this, or that Moli should have been her.
That feeling was like a volcanic eruption. It just filled her chest in an instant, so that she couldn't think of anything else in her mind. Jiujiu felt that if she couldn't get Mo Li, it wouldn't be useful even if the mission was successfully completed.
She won't be happy and can't be happy.
If you use the second sentence in comparison to describe it, it is.
What's the use of getting the world without you.
Her feelings for Mo Li, maybe so.
Jiujiu doesn't know why she has such feelings for Mo Li, but she knows that if she doesn't get Mo Li, her life will be meaningless.
Besides, she will regret it.
Jiujiu arrives at the Moli palace again.
Since the death of the fairy servant of Moli, there has been no fairy servant in Moli's palace. Even though the palace is gorgeous, it is empty and cold because it is uninhabited, and there is no breath of living people.
It's like a castle built with ice. It's cold and makes Jiujiu sad.
Jiujiu subconsciously covered her chest and showed a sad look on her face. She always felt that Moli shouldn't have been like this.
Should not.
But if it's not like this, what should ink leave look like? Jiujiu's mind flashed a shadow, soon, but Jiujiu's heart couldn't stop shaking.
Jiujiu pushes the door open. Moli sits quietly by the bed in a black robe and looks at the clouds outside. Even if Jiujiu pushes the door loudly, Moli doesn't seem to hear it. Even the radian of her hair hasn't changed at all.
Jiujiu pursed her lips.
A touch of sadness appeared on the small and lovely face.
She always felt that Moli shouldn't have done this to her, but she couldn't think of the reason. Jiujiu felt that she seemed to have forgotten a very heavy person, and this person was Moli.
But now the ink is cold to herself, and Jiujiu's heart is particularly uncomfortable.
It's as if someone is scratching on your heart with a knife. It hurts a little, and it hurts deeply.
Jiujiu opened his mouth with a crisp voice and a small milk sound, just like a sweet lollipop: "Mo Li, I came to see you."
Hearing Jiujiu's voice, Mo Li's dark pupil shook slightly in his eyes, and then continued to look out of the window.
Jiujiu had long been used to the indifference of Mo Li, but walked to Mo Li's side with short legs, climbed onto the small couch where Mo Li sat with hands and feet, and sat beside Mo Li.
Feeling the light breath from Mo Li, with a touch of light bloody smell, Jiu Jiu's pupils shook and looked at Mo Li.
Mo Li still sipped his lips as before, but Jiu Jiu felt that Mo Li seemed to have changed.
For example, the previous Mo Li was really alienated, as if it was the air conditioner emitted from her bones. If Jiu Jiu dared to climb up the small couch, she would almost immediately turn Jiu over to the ground, but today's Mo Li didn't turn her over to the ground. It's really strange.
But before Jiujiu thought about Mo Li's strange move and the sudden smell of blood, there was a sound of soil outside the hall.
Since Jiu Jiu likes to find Mo Li, I don't know how, Xi soil seems to have a sense of crisis in an instant. It's almost not long before Jiu Jiu comes to Mo Li, Xi soil will come and take Jiu Jiu away.
In the past, Jiujiu left without making a living, but today, I don't know why.
Jiujiu suddenly asked, "can I continue to come tomorrow?"
Jiujiu said that and couldn't help sighing. Thinking of the move of Mo Li in the past, Jiujiu didn't keep hope at all.
But I didn't expect Mo Li to answer.
"Good!"
Although it's just a word, it makes Jiujiu happy.
Mo Li's voice is not as beautiful as his appearance.
The immortals all said that Xi soil is the most beautiful man in the fairy world, but if you want to say Jiu Jiu, Xi soil is far from Mo Li.
Xi soil has a handsome face, but after all, he is still young. There is always a lingering childishness and confusion between his eyebrows.
But Mo Li is not.
Moli is as exquisite as the most exquisite carving in the world. The sword eyebrow is long and narrow, the Danfeng eyes, the corners of the mouth are thin and flexible, and the shape is beautiful and attractive. Even sitting quietly in place makes people cannot help but marvel. There should be such a perfect person in the world.
But Moli's voice is not as perfect as his handsome and unmarried face. It's like being smoked by fireworks. It's low and hoarse. If you raise your voice, it's like a knife sawing wood.
Jiujiu blinked and always felt that Mo Li's voice should not be like this.
However, it was a great good thing that Mo Li could answer her. Jiu Jiu walked away happily.
Xi rang saw that Jiu Jiu came out intact. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She bent down to hold Jiu Jiu in her arms, raised her hand and poked Jiu Jiu on her forehead. However, because Jiu Jiu's face was too tender, a small red handprint appeared in an instant, which rubbed Xi rang's heartache for her.
"Didn't I tell you not to go there?"
Jiujiu Yixiang is a little spirit and can be coquettish. For thousands of years, xirang has already touched Jiujiu in the palm of his hand. Compared with Yunqing, Jiujiu is sure that xirang will believe in himself if he meets Meiniang at that time.
However, I don't know if it's because she's trained too much. Xi earth doesn't want her to leave his sight for half a step.
And as long as she goes to find Mo Li, Xi earth will catch up in less than a quarter of an hour. If she doesn't catch up, it means that Xi earth was called away by the fairy mother.
For Xi soil to stick to herself, Jiu Jiu is both happy and annoyed.
I don't think I like myself.
But just for a moment, Jiujiu gave up the idea.
Xi soil is the son of the fairy mother, and he is just a fairy snake. What sounds good is a fairy snake, and what doesn't sound good is a snake demon.
Even if the fairy mother is merciful, she can't let her son find a demon.
Xi rang said that when he saw that Jiujiu was as stuffy as usual, he knew that Jiujiu didn't hear his words in his heart. He couldn't help sighing and whispered, "Jiujiu, the fairy world is not safe now. Be obedient. Don't go to ink and leave God in the future, okay?"
"The fairyland is not safe? Why do you say that?" Jiujiu blinked and looked at Xi soil suspiciously.
"Fairy Hejiang was killed."
Jiujiu: "what about the soul?"
The immortal will die, but the immortal soul will not. Even if you are killed, as long as the immortal soul reincarnates for up to a hundred generations, you can return to the fairy world.
Xi soil frowned: "the soul is terrified."
Jiu Jiu: "