Chapter 384

For ten thousand years, it takes a thousand years.

Jiujiu is xirang's spiritual pet. Xirang wants to be closed, and she naturally accompanies her.

It will be ten thousand years after I wake up from this retreat.

Jiujiu woke up once, shed her skin once, and her body became a little girl of 14 or 15 years old.

The face is still charming, but a small red mole appears at the corner of the eye. It looms with the shaking of Jiujiu's eyelashes, adding a bit of flirtatious beauty to the delicate face.

And Xi soil has become an adult man.

But the same is his eyes, gentle and lingering, as if with light.

Seeing Jiujiu wake up, Xi rang raised his hand and crossed Jiujiu's cheek. He felt the low smoothness of his hand. Xi rang's mouth pursed slightly and said softly, "wake up."

Jiujiu shook her eyes, looked at the resolute Xi soil whose outline has changed because of growing up, and made a sound.

Xi soil stood up, and the considerate fairy servant had prepared water to wait for him to take a bath.

And Jiujiu took advantage of the time to bathe in the soil and went to the outside of Moli's palace.

After ten thousand years, Moli's palace was as cold and lonely as it was at first sight.

Jiujiu doesn't know whether Moli has untied the boundary after ten thousand years. He tentatively extends his hand in, but he doesn't expect that the boundary has disappeared.

Jiujiu was stunned and hurriedly opened the door and walked into the house.

What she didn't know was that the moment she came in, the boundary appeared again, isolating and dissipating her breath.

Ten thousand years later, Moli took off his moon robe and put on his dark robe again. The room didn't open the window, and the darkness invaded Jiujiu's sight.

Jiujiu walked to Mo Li, slowly squatted down and shouted, "Mo Li."

It was as if the sea had changed, and it was like waking up the dreamer with a word. The ink gently shook away from the long and straight eyelashes. After a moment, it raised its eyes. The quiet eyes originally like dead water flashed and looked at Jiujiu again.

He opened his mouth, but his voice became hoarse for the first time: "Jiujiu?"

Jiujiu nodded and held Mo Li's palm.

Moli's palm is big and warm, soft like the tenderest clouds in the sky. It's not as cold and ruthless as Jiujiu saw ten thousand years ago.

"You say, you like me?" Mo Li's voice was low and hoarse, and even harsh, but it was sweet to hear Jiu Jiu's ears.

Thinking of the last time the immortal Shi said that Mo Li couldn't speak, Jiujiu's eyes were sour. Without hesitation, he nodded and said softly, "my heart is happy with you."

Hearing Jiu Jiu's words, Mo Li only felt his dull chest swaying gently. When he lowered his head, he saw that Jiu Jiu's eyes were red and his eyes twinkled with tears.

Mo Li was stunned, raised his hand and crossed the corner of Jiujiu's eyes. He saw the glittering and translucent tears on his fingers, frowned, put the tears in his mouth, tasted the light saltiness, and felt the vibration of his heart more and more powerful.

Mo Li covers his chest, takes a long breath, subconsciously holds Jiu Jiu in his arms, almost can't wait, but implicitly prints a kiss on Jiu Jiu's forehead, closes his eyes, his eyes are light red, and you can see a touch of tears when you look carefully.

Then Jiujiu heard a familiar voice, deep and magnetic, with the feeling of lost and recovered: "I'll wait for you."

The voice was so familiar that Jiujiu almost immediately shouted out his original name: "moye."

Jiujiu didn't know why she called out the name, but after calling out, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. Tears fell down. She opened her arms and hugged Mo Li's waist. She sobbed and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mo Li gently hugged Jiujiu. Even if his heart was filled with thoughts, he could almost burn his chest, but he still whispered, "it doesn't matter. I don't blame you. It's my own useless."

Jiujiu's tear awakened almost all the memories of Mo Li, and he remembered.

He is moye, the powerful moye.

He swallowed Jiujiu's body and thought he could break out, but unexpectedly, Jiujiu's soul disappeared when he broke through. He became the envoy everyone wanted to be, but lost Jiujiu forever.

That he likes, like him, he can't wait to put it on the tip of his heart and spoil Jiujiu all his life.

He killed Yi Anchen, he killed an Luoyao, and he killed all the people who prevented him from talking to Jiujiu.

He slaughtered the people on the mainland, but he still couldn't find Jiujiu.

He is a God. He can feel the breath of the soul, but he can't feel it or find it.

He is not reconciled. He likes Jiu Jiu so much, but Jiu Jiu is gone. Mo Ye wants to cry, but God has no tears. God can't cry, and God won't cry.

God cries, the sky falls apart.

The world belongs to him and Jiujiu. He can kill everyone, but he dare not destroy it. He is afraid that Jiujiu will not find himself.

He kept Jiujiu's words that he would come back and waited for countless years.

He stayed quietly where he had lived with Jiujiu before, motionless, until his body turned into a hard stone, until his heart slowly shrunk and wouldn't beat.

His mood and his memory slowly disappeared with the stop of his heart.

He didn't appear again until the fairy mother was born hundreds of millions of years ago.

However, he lost his most precious memory.

He didn't know his name, but subconsciously gave himself a name called Moli.

Mo Li, Mo Li, don't leave.

He followed the fairy mother, watched her unify the fairyland, and watched her become the supreme of the fairyland, but he didn't feel it at all.

He doesn't know who he is, nor does he seem to know who he is, but he knows that he is waiting for someone.

He is waiting for someone who is very important to him.

He forgot the whole world, but only remembered that man's name was Jiu Jiu.

He waited for hundreds of millions of years. When he was about to forget himself, he finally waited for Jiujiu.

Holding Jiujiu in his arms, Mo Li excitedly shed a tear.

He waited too long, too long.

This time, he is strong enough to protect her and let her stay by her side.

Mo Li gently stroked Jiujiu's hair top. His voice was very light, but with unspeakable tenderness: "do you want to leave this time?"

Jiujiu held Mo Li crying. She sobbed for a long time and said, "I don't know."

She doesn't know.

The ink dropped gently from the eyelids and covered the thoughts at the bottom of the eyes. For a long time, he whispered, "it doesn't matter. I'll wait for you."

Mo Li said lightly that he was waiting for you, but let Jiu Jiu burst into tears again. He couldn't help crying with Mo Li.

Even now, she still can't remember who Moli is, but she knows that he is very important to herself. Even if she forgets the whole world, she knows that without him, she will lose everything.